Kalt
let the rain wash away
It’s surreal to be back here. Everything is so different, but somehow so overwhelmingly familiar.
This was home, once upon a time, and seeing life breathed into it again—even in the cover of darkness—kindles something almost painful in my chest.
The ending song of a fire plays in the near distance, a dying light against the dusk, and I walk along the beach beside Kysma, my cane attached to her saddle. I never liked using a saddle with her, but it’s become necessary for her to help me carry what few belongings I’ve kept with me.
She stops in her tracks, her head lifting, the dimming light glinting off of her silver horn. She recognizes home. “Go ahead,” I tell her, silently conveying permission to go ahead of me, and she looks back before picking up her pace slightly to greet them.
Drawing slightly closer, I see Ashe sitting out on the porch, and a nearly overwhelming ache settles in my gut… It rips open the poorly done stitches that have kept me moving for three fucking years…that have made it impossible to rest properly, to slow down, to so much as think of the possibility that they could ever be gone.
But part of me didn’t even really think about the passage of time…
That reality is suddenly shoved in my face when I realize that it isn’t Ashe. Her features are stronger, sharper, but gods, she’s her spitting image. I know that Caido sometimes chooses children to age faster than others… I know that it has to have happened now… But she was a child last I saw her, and she’s all grown up now.
I approach slowly, wearing a slight smile with my traveler’s attire, a bag slung over my shoulder and silver lining my eyes. “Hi, Star.”
This was home, once upon a time, and seeing life breathed into it again—even in the cover of darkness—kindles something almost painful in my chest.
The ending song of a fire plays in the near distance, a dying light against the dusk, and I walk along the beach beside Kysma, my cane attached to her saddle. I never liked using a saddle with her, but it’s become necessary for her to help me carry what few belongings I’ve kept with me.
She stops in her tracks, her head lifting, the dimming light glinting off of her silver horn. She recognizes home. “Go ahead,” I tell her, silently conveying permission to go ahead of me, and she looks back before picking up her pace slightly to greet them.
Drawing slightly closer, I see Ashe sitting out on the porch, and a nearly overwhelming ache settles in my gut… It rips open the poorly done stitches that have kept me moving for three fucking years…that have made it impossible to rest properly, to slow down, to so much as think of the possibility that they could ever be gone.
But part of me didn’t even really think about the passage of time…
That reality is suddenly shoved in my face when I realize that it isn’t Ashe. Her features are stronger, sharper, but gods, she’s her spitting image. I know that Caido sometimes chooses children to age faster than others… I know that it has to have happened now… But she was a child last I saw her, and she’s all grown up now.
I approach slowly, wearing a slight smile with my traveler’s attire, a bag slung over my shoulder and silver lining my eyes. “Hi, Star.”
all the pain of yesterday
