[private] keep a little fire burning || ellyse

[Smoak]

Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.

He wants her to tell him that yes, she is okay. That he will awake from this horrible nightmare and he will have both of his parents, whole and unbroken. That the twins still have Ledger, that he hasn't lost his mind. But Smoak had seen it for himself, the rage inside the flaxen chestnut stallion, just as he can see the hurt and remorse inside of his mother now. She tells him that no, she is not okay, and somehow that makes him feel better. Perhaps it's because she trusts him, because he is no longer a little boy. It makes him proud.

But I will be.

He nods tentatively against her shoulder, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of her mixed with the metallic tinge of blood. She assuages him the best she can and Smoak smiles gently at the attempt - there is a part of him, though, that cannot be comforted when she stands before him wounded, and Dad is nowhere to be found. The champagne colt lets another shaky sigh fall from his lips before he finally peels away from her embrace with confusion.

"You don't need to be sorry, mom," he says with a quivering lower lip, "You came back." And then he is against her chest again, unsure of what else to say, instead wanting to simply cry into her coat. Her absence had left a hollowness in him, a desire to sequester himself away, but the twins could not fend for themselves and he couldn't bear to leave them parent-less and sibling-less.

"I'm so happy you're home."

Smoak

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@[Ellyse]