05-21-2019, 07:38 AM
Gale is not the first son that Lepis has lost.
But he is the first that she has allowed herself to mourn, and that makes the ache of Gale’s absence all the more bitter. To obscure her emotions as she had the first time feels like a betrayal to her blue boy, as though she would be blurring away her memories of him as well as her pain. So she remembers him in the days after they have buried him, and does nothing to temper the flood of emotions. Joy, amusement, frustration, pride.
He’d been so little.
There had been so much of his life ahead of him.
Now there is nothing.
Nothing but a small mound in the red earth and a gaping emptiness in the center of her chest.
She has pushed Pteron’s concern away and smiled for the twins, but she has not yet spoken to his husband. No words have passed between them since he returned with what was left of their littlest boy. There was nothing to say, not at first. And now, breaking the silence feels nearly as insurmountable. She has almost reached out a dozen times, but the fear that he might not reach back has quashed it every time.
“It’s my fault,” she says into the dusk beside him. “I should have been watching him, should have stopped him but...” But Tiercel had been trapped in the maze, she can’t say. It feels like an excuse, and there are none.
@[Wolfbane]
But he is the first that she has allowed herself to mourn, and that makes the ache of Gale’s absence all the more bitter. To obscure her emotions as she had the first time feels like a betrayal to her blue boy, as though she would be blurring away her memories of him as well as her pain. So she remembers him in the days after they have buried him, and does nothing to temper the flood of emotions. Joy, amusement, frustration, pride.
He’d been so little.
There had been so much of his life ahead of him.
Now there is nothing.
Nothing but a small mound in the red earth and a gaping emptiness in the center of her chest.
She has pushed Pteron’s concern away and smiled for the twins, but she has not yet spoken to his husband. No words have passed between them since he returned with what was left of their littlest boy. There was nothing to say, not at first. And now, breaking the silence feels nearly as insurmountable. She has almost reached out a dozen times, but the fear that he might not reach back has quashed it every time.
“It’s my fault,” she says into the dusk beside him. “I should have been watching him, should have stopped him but...” But Tiercel had been trapped in the maze, she can’t say. It feels like an excuse, and there are none.
@[Wolfbane]
