Kalt
let the rain wash away
“Will you and Mom come back here tonight?” She asks, and I quirk a brow. “She was going to paint with me tomorrow. Maybe—” I follow her line of sight to the door, but don’t interrupt, waiting for her to finish her thought. “Maybe stay the night? Your old room’s ready. I didn’t let anyone touch your things.”
Probably for the best. I’d have to search my memories for what exactly we left here—having so often left bits of ourselves in each place we settled and departed from—but there’s always a possibility of it being dangerous.
“I could tell you everything I’ve done,” Theea continues. “The people I’ve met. I even reconnected with Damien. Remember him?”
My eyes narrow slightly at that. Yes, I remember him. I don’t have any bad memories of the boy—he always seemed mostly good-natured and responsible, making sure she was never directly in harm’s way when she would seek him out, but I never allowed myself to let my guard down with them… He was an older boy, basically an adult, when she was a young, naive child. Letting my guard down would’ve been irresponsible, regardless of how harmless he seemed. I wonder exactly what she means by ‘reconnected’ with him.
“And it’s the Monster Hunters I joined—the one Ronin founded.”
I huff slightly. “Just because your uncle founded it doesn’t mean it lessens my concern about you being put in danger, Star,” I tell her. “I won’t try to talk you out of it, but I’m not going to be thrilled about this career choice until you return home safely.”
I unclasp the steel bracelet from my wrist and slip it around hers. “Might be a little heavy for you right now, but it could save your life in a pinch if you ever drop your blade.” She’s seen me use it numerous times, knows how it works.
“I’ll go find your mother and we’ll come back here for the night. Maybe two if you don’t get too sick of us.” I wink at her. It’s her space, her life, and we’re all going to have to find a new balance.
Probably for the best. I’d have to search my memories for what exactly we left here—having so often left bits of ourselves in each place we settled and departed from—but there’s always a possibility of it being dangerous.
“I could tell you everything I’ve done,” Theea continues. “The people I’ve met. I even reconnected with Damien. Remember him?”
My eyes narrow slightly at that. Yes, I remember him. I don’t have any bad memories of the boy—he always seemed mostly good-natured and responsible, making sure she was never directly in harm’s way when she would seek him out, but I never allowed myself to let my guard down with them… He was an older boy, basically an adult, when she was a young, naive child. Letting my guard down would’ve been irresponsible, regardless of how harmless he seemed. I wonder exactly what she means by ‘reconnected’ with him.
“And it’s the Monster Hunters I joined—the one Ronin founded.”
I huff slightly. “Just because your uncle founded it doesn’t mean it lessens my concern about you being put in danger, Star,” I tell her. “I won’t try to talk you out of it, but I’m not going to be thrilled about this career choice until you return home safely.”
I unclasp the steel bracelet from my wrist and slip it around hers. “Might be a little heavy for you right now, but it could save your life in a pinch if you ever drop your blade.” She’s seen me use it numerous times, knows how it works.
“I’ll go find your mother and we’ll come back here for the night. Maybe two if you don’t get too sick of us.” I wink at her. It’s her space, her life, and we’re all going to have to find a new balance.
all the pain of yesterday
