11-13-2018, 05:51 PM
In a way, they have both been ripped to pieces: both shredded and torn apart- both of them made less than whole. Tindalos, especially, knows this feeling: knows the burning pain of a soul cracked apart and wounds so deep that the healing is unfinished. Such is that, they listen- and they hear him… they feel it in a way that perhaps no one else can and the resonation experiences between both is something that shatters a part of them further.
“Cold isn’t so bad,” Tindalos tries his best to soothe- to reassure, but tithe finishes for him with the same gentle and exactingly maternal voice. “Helps chill the fever. It’s really not that bad- it’s warm water you need to be careful of… can overheart.” still, they do not fight it: nor do they argue terribly with Anani as the three drag themselves from the water.
The tale is, something that prompts Tindalos to brush his nose just against Anani’s forehead in comfort, and Tithe presses close for warmth, his neck laying across the shoulders as he rests and listens. They consider all things, all angles- all parts and pieces: they worry and yet? They find themselves growing only more needy in a way: a desire to protect and help- to nurture where it is needed. So it is when he finishes that Tindalos find more voice than previous- deep and baritone with a sense of worry and yet? Warmth, with sentiment.
“Anani,” he sighs, a heaviness in his breast. “None of that is your fault, you can’t stop the natural cycle of life and death: sure, you can heal and help where you can but? In the end, fate and the world around us has its way with the cycle it chooses. You are scarred, and we all are; but none of that is anything you could be blamed for. You could no more save your mother from the inevitable than I could stop my own from passing.” he is aware of these things, of Ilyena’s corpse on the beach: of the ripped flesh and blood.
Tithe too, is quick to speak, to shake his head in slow motions. “These are things as large a scale as trying to prevent the earth from turning or the moon from rising. Death is as natural as life, and both hurt but in different ways: still, none of this is your fault. Tindalos is right, and no matter- even if we worsen… I know that in the end we will survive. I can feel that much.”
Mortality is a topic neither truly enjoy discussing, but, one they embrace without issue or fight: it is a thing that experience with the knowledge of inevitability. So there is smile, soft assurances, and a sense of love and warmth that only deepens as they consider the other and his fight ahead.
“Cold isn’t so bad,” Tindalos tries his best to soothe- to reassure, but tithe finishes for him with the same gentle and exactingly maternal voice. “Helps chill the fever. It’s really not that bad- it’s warm water you need to be careful of… can overheart.” still, they do not fight it: nor do they argue terribly with Anani as the three drag themselves from the water.
The tale is, something that prompts Tindalos to brush his nose just against Anani’s forehead in comfort, and Tithe presses close for warmth, his neck laying across the shoulders as he rests and listens. They consider all things, all angles- all parts and pieces: they worry and yet? They find themselves growing only more needy in a way: a desire to protect and help- to nurture where it is needed. So it is when he finishes that Tindalos find more voice than previous- deep and baritone with a sense of worry and yet? Warmth, with sentiment.
“Anani,” he sighs, a heaviness in his breast. “None of that is your fault, you can’t stop the natural cycle of life and death: sure, you can heal and help where you can but? In the end, fate and the world around us has its way with the cycle it chooses. You are scarred, and we all are; but none of that is anything you could be blamed for. You could no more save your mother from the inevitable than I could stop my own from passing.” he is aware of these things, of Ilyena’s corpse on the beach: of the ripped flesh and blood.
Tithe too, is quick to speak, to shake his head in slow motions. “These are things as large a scale as trying to prevent the earth from turning or the moon from rising. Death is as natural as life, and both hurt but in different ways: still, none of this is your fault. Tindalos is right, and no matter- even if we worsen… I know that in the end we will survive. I can feel that much.”
Mortality is a topic neither truly enjoy discussing, but, one they embrace without issue or fight: it is a thing that experience with the knowledge of inevitability. So there is smile, soft assurances, and a sense of love and warmth that only deepens as they consider the other and his fight ahead.