04-23-2020, 04:41 PM
It is over.
She withdraws, leaving him empty.
She touches his face and aftershock ripples across his shoulders. His skin twitches and muscles gently contract as they release the tension he had absorbed. But Clegane leans into the touch, ever so slightly. The intensity of what has left him leaves him wondering if he can stand.
He tries and fails to meet her gaze, too weary to fully lift his eyes to her smile or fight the comfort of her muzzle.
"No," he replies, soft and subdued. That part of it didn't bother him as much as it should. The few memories he had of his mother were of sickness and survival - hardly the sort of thing that inspired nostalgia. He hadn't seen her dead, but he had seen enough. He had seen the gaping wound in such a vital place on the body already broken by the plague.
"I only survived because she passed me to my grandmother with some kind of magic." He had been content with Solace after his wounds had healed and the fear had passed. She had kept him warm, fed and safe, and that had been the first time he had experienced those things. He hadn't remembered to grieve for the mother he barley knew.
A strange idea occurs to him, his loneliness and wistfulness mixing dangerously, and he finds the energy to meet her gaze.
"I wish I could remember where it happened."
@[violence]
She withdraws, leaving him empty.
She touches his face and aftershock ripples across his shoulders. His skin twitches and muscles gently contract as they release the tension he had absorbed. But Clegane leans into the touch, ever so slightly. The intensity of what has left him leaves him wondering if he can stand.
He tries and fails to meet her gaze, too weary to fully lift his eyes to her smile or fight the comfort of her muzzle.
"No," he replies, soft and subdued. That part of it didn't bother him as much as it should. The few memories he had of his mother were of sickness and survival - hardly the sort of thing that inspired nostalgia. He hadn't seen her dead, but he had seen enough. He had seen the gaping wound in such a vital place on the body already broken by the plague.
"I only survived because she passed me to my grandmother with some kind of magic." He had been content with Solace after his wounds had healed and the fear had passed. She had kept him warm, fed and safe, and that had been the first time he had experienced those things. He hadn't remembered to grieve for the mother he barley knew.
A strange idea occurs to him, his loneliness and wistfulness mixing dangerously, and he finds the energy to meet her gaze.
"I wish I could remember where it happened."
@[violence]
