Waiting to drown? Perhaps she is. Or maybe the liquid in her lungs from so many years ago has accumulated too much, inflicting pneumonia that will kill her slowly from within. Yes, that seems more fitting. An internal poison instead of an external force; there is nothing to fight, after all. Nothing to take revenge against for her son's death.
Impotent. Useless.
As Deimos steps through the doorway that awareness crushes her anew, until her ribs groan and her spine condenses, shrinking a frame that has never seemed smaller. As he approaches with open arms she tries to meet him, every step feeling as if the weight on her shoulders was growing heavier and heavier, pressing her down into the wooden floors as if intent to steal this, too, from her. She won't let it. It takes a strength Ru didn't know she still had left in her to make it into his arms.
And then it runs out.
Her knees drop out from under her along with the rest of the world, and her hands claw at Deimos' body to keep herself from being dragged away entirely. The tears don't come immediately. They haven't come at all, yet. Not with Flora, except those silent, defeated ones. Not with Talyson. Not in the private of the dark, the empty twilight hours. Her golden head buries into his front, the blackened void at war with the gratitude, the relief that she had not lost him too. "Enzo," she manages to choke, and nothing more, convalescing into a silent grief that chokes and buries and kills.
Impotent. Useless.
As Deimos steps through the doorway that awareness crushes her anew, until her ribs groan and her spine condenses, shrinking a frame that has never seemed smaller. As he approaches with open arms she tries to meet him, every step feeling as if the weight on her shoulders was growing heavier and heavier, pressing her down into the wooden floors as if intent to steal this, too, from her. She won't let it. It takes a strength Ru didn't know she still had left in her to make it into his arms.
And then it runs out.
Her knees drop out from under her along with the rest of the world, and her hands claw at Deimos' body to keep herself from being dragged away entirely. The tears don't come immediately. They haven't come at all, yet. Not with Flora, except those silent, defeated ones. Not with Talyson. Not in the private of the dark, the empty twilight hours. Her golden head buries into his front, the blackened void at war with the gratitude, the relief that she had not lost him too. "Enzo," she manages to choke, and nothing more, convalescing into a silent grief that chokes and buries and kills.
Feel the fear and swallow back the tears
Let weakness disappear, there's nobody but me here
Let weakness disappear, there's nobody but me here
