a line at the edge

Ashe the woods are lovely, dark, and deep but i have promises to keep    Ashe nodded at first, but then shook her head. ”I never had any siblings either,” she admit. She managed a small smile for him with that. ”We’ll just make up our own rules.”    She listened to him, she heard what he was saying, but still the weight was heavy in her chest. No.. perhaps he wouldn’t have started an army. There wasn’t that sort of need for her to be there, but.. ”I should have been here,” she pressed. ”Seeing him, talking to him, anything. Being his friend.” Her lip wobbled with Remi’s breath warm at the top of her head when he spoke. They both shared the same pain in this - not a comfort, but a validation. ”I’m a really shitty fucking friend.”    With that she looked about the Guildhall, smiling tightly and huffing a broken sort of laugh. ”You’ve had an infant to look after Remi. Messes are a bit further down on the list of priorities with children.” She was suddenly quite thankful for Kalt in that respect: where Ashe was all clutter and messes, he was the neat freak. With a three year old running amok, it would be too easy for their house to get out of control if he wasn’t so diligent on keeping it put together (and scolding the both of them in picking up their shit.)    She looked over towards the bassinet again, smiling softly. ”Could I see her?” she asked softly. and miles to go before i sleep.