Kalt
let the rain wash away
I’m once again eternally grateful for Kysma. The trek up to the apartments of Haulani from the beaches would’ve been an unfortunate strain on my leg, but my companion’s steadfast strength got us there in no time. I wonder, too, if she’s eager to be reunited with Percy after so long.
But even with how quickly we managed to cross the distance to our destination, time seemed to stand still entirely. How could it not?
It’s been years. It’s been years of her believing me gone for good, of her shouldering the responsibility of raising our daughter by herself.
With Theea, I walked up knowing it wasn’t going to be the same as when we were separated, but still hoping for it to be anyway. With Ashe…I don’t know how to have that hope. I don’t even know what that hope would look like, feel like. I don’t think it would be fair to either of us to hold onto that kind of hope when we’ve both been on our own for three years.
Theea told me where to find Ashe—that she was living in our old apartment here—so it wasn’t too hard to find.
Dismounting, I absently stroke Kysma’s nose, bending down and picking up a few pebbles. We used to live on the third floor of the long midrise building—an inconspicuous place in the middle of the building with nothing specific to point in our direction.
There’s faint light in the window, despite the late hour, but that’s not unusual for her; she’s hated the dark for a long time. Even if she was trying to sleep already, I have strong doubts as to her success.
Moving the pebbles around in my hand, I take one and throw it up at her window. It taps it, then falls to the ground. I wait a few seconds, before throwing another. Another. Always waiting a few seconds in between just to make sure she didn’t open the window as one of the projectiles was coming at it.
I stop after the third.
I was hardly holding myself back the entire way to the building, and trying to create a little game out of it—as I did with our first reunion in the ruins all those years ago—is proving to be too much for tonight. I’ve missed her so fucking much, and being so close… Gods, I don’t care.
Easily taking the stairs two at a time, I stop at the door and knock twice, my hands shaking like a damned idiot. I know it’s locked, and her coming to the door will be significantly faster than me picking the lock, despite how tempting it may be.
But even with how quickly we managed to cross the distance to our destination, time seemed to stand still entirely. How could it not?
It’s been years. It’s been years of her believing me gone for good, of her shouldering the responsibility of raising our daughter by herself.
With Theea, I walked up knowing it wasn’t going to be the same as when we were separated, but still hoping for it to be anyway. With Ashe…I don’t know how to have that hope. I don’t even know what that hope would look like, feel like. I don’t think it would be fair to either of us to hold onto that kind of hope when we’ve both been on our own for three years.
Theea told me where to find Ashe—that she was living in our old apartment here—so it wasn’t too hard to find.
Dismounting, I absently stroke Kysma’s nose, bending down and picking up a few pebbles. We used to live on the third floor of the long midrise building—an inconspicuous place in the middle of the building with nothing specific to point in our direction.
There’s faint light in the window, despite the late hour, but that’s not unusual for her; she’s hated the dark for a long time. Even if she was trying to sleep already, I have strong doubts as to her success.
Moving the pebbles around in my hand, I take one and throw it up at her window. It taps it, then falls to the ground. I wait a few seconds, before throwing another. Another. Always waiting a few seconds in between just to make sure she didn’t open the window as one of the projectiles was coming at it.
I stop after the third.
I was hardly holding myself back the entire way to the building, and trying to create a little game out of it—as I did with our first reunion in the ruins all those years ago—is proving to be too much for tonight. I’ve missed her so fucking much, and being so close… Gods, I don’t care.
Easily taking the stairs two at a time, I stop at the door and knock twice, my hands shaking like a damned idiot. I know it’s locked, and her coming to the door will be significantly faster than me picking the lock, despite how tempting it may be.
all the pain of yesterday
