Kalt
let the rain wash away
“Did Mort…” she starts, only confirming what I already know, “he let you…”
Even in the rapidly fading light, I can see her already fair skin quickly pale, and I instinctively shift forward a moment before she drops.
My arm curves underneath hers around her back, the other scooping under her knees, cradling her against me almost effortlessly. Her head rests against my shoulder, as I bring her back up the porch with Kysma walking by my side, nosing at her long hair.
Stepping into the house is like a dream, seeing remnants of so long ago. Images of the new paints flash through my mind from room to room, and I can’t help but linger every so often, seeing the flaking and dulled paints as if they were brand new. It’s clear that Ashe isn’t here—I would have caught her fresh scent as soon as the door opened, but there’s nothing—so I focus solely on Theea for the time being.
I carry her in from outside, the action so sentimental to the numerous times I would carry her in for bed when she would fall asleep outside as a child. It hurts in its familiarity, just another reminder of everything I missed, but also just little throwaway memories that I treasure more than anything.
Carefully setting her down on her bed, I cover her with the blankets and lean down to touch a gentle, lingering kiss to her forehead. My bag drops to the ground, and I shrug off my worn jacket, sitting on the edge of the bed. An illusion of the Northwind sky appears overhead in the darkness, filled with stars and the edge of the galaxy spread across the sky—a common illusion I would give her when she would have trouble sleeping.
My fingers brush through her hair, and I don’t pay any attention to the display above us. How can I? My focus is entirely on her…on trying to really take in the sight of my daughter, beautiful, fully grown, a brand new person I want more than anything to get to know.
Even in the rapidly fading light, I can see her already fair skin quickly pale, and I instinctively shift forward a moment before she drops.
My arm curves underneath hers around her back, the other scooping under her knees, cradling her against me almost effortlessly. Her head rests against my shoulder, as I bring her back up the porch with Kysma walking by my side, nosing at her long hair.
Stepping into the house is like a dream, seeing remnants of so long ago. Images of the new paints flash through my mind from room to room, and I can’t help but linger every so often, seeing the flaking and dulled paints as if they were brand new. It’s clear that Ashe isn’t here—I would have caught her fresh scent as soon as the door opened, but there’s nothing—so I focus solely on Theea for the time being.
I carry her in from outside, the action so sentimental to the numerous times I would carry her in for bed when she would fall asleep outside as a child. It hurts in its familiarity, just another reminder of everything I missed, but also just little throwaway memories that I treasure more than anything.
Carefully setting her down on her bed, I cover her with the blankets and lean down to touch a gentle, lingering kiss to her forehead. My bag drops to the ground, and I shrug off my worn jacket, sitting on the edge of the bed. An illusion of the Northwind sky appears overhead in the darkness, filled with stars and the edge of the galaxy spread across the sky—a common illusion I would give her when she would have trouble sleeping.
My fingers brush through her hair, and I don’t pay any attention to the display above us. How can I? My focus is entirely on her…on trying to really take in the sight of my daughter, beautiful, fully grown, a brand new person I want more than anything to get to know.
all the pain of yesterday
