And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
It's strange, the lengths one's mind will go to in order to protect itself from that which would destroy it. Seeing Jude, being given the gift of his forgiveness, had been so emotional and so all-consuming that she'd momentarily forgotten what she knew to be true: that he was just like her now, all alone in the world.
The memory of her encounter with Koa - when the dragoon had accidentally let slip that Harper was gone - tumbled through her mind as Jude spoke, and her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she searched his face. Perhaps a part of her had wished that Koa had been wrong, that there had been some horrible mistake. But no - Jude's unfocused gaze and stony silence once the words hung in the air between them was all the confirmation she needed. It was real. Harper was dead.
Her eyes filled with tears, not just for her own grief, but for the boy before her, who had once again lost someone who was supposed to have been there for him. "Oh, Jude..." she whispered, at a loss for words. Her own parents had died when she'd been young enough that she couldn't remember the pain. No, that wasn't true - it had just felt different, when she was so young that death failed to have meaning. She supposed the next closest thing would have been Auden's death, but however much that had hurt her... looking back, she could see that it wasn't the same. It wasn't like Jude had to feel now, losing Harper.
"I'm so sorry," she murmured thickly, attempting to reach for his hand to give it a comforting squeeze. "I - is there anything I can do?" Just as he'd predicted, her lips wobbled, and she pressed them into a thin line as she fought - and lost - against the tears that threatened.
The memory of her encounter with Koa - when the dragoon had accidentally let slip that Harper was gone - tumbled through her mind as Jude spoke, and her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she searched his face. Perhaps a part of her had wished that Koa had been wrong, that there had been some horrible mistake. But no - Jude's unfocused gaze and stony silence once the words hung in the air between them was all the confirmation she needed. It was real. Harper was dead.
Her eyes filled with tears, not just for her own grief, but for the boy before her, who had once again lost someone who was supposed to have been there for him. "Oh, Jude..." she whispered, at a loss for words. Her own parents had died when she'd been young enough that she couldn't remember the pain. No, that wasn't true - it had just felt different, when she was so young that death failed to have meaning. She supposed the next closest thing would have been Auden's death, but however much that had hurt her... looking back, she could see that it wasn't the same. It wasn't like Jude had to feel now, losing Harper.
"I'm so sorry," she murmured thickly, attempting to reach for his hand to give it a comforting squeeze. "I - is there anything I can do?" Just as he'd predicted, her lips wobbled, and she pressed them into a thin line as she fought - and lost - against the tears that threatened.
And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now
You don't wanna know me now
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
