Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
She nodded, complying with his measures, cutting along designated sections so their actions correlated rather than juxtapositioned, listening all the while, arching a brow at Amun’s actions, at the insinuations. Everyone was afforded their own weight of grief, but she’d never press how long, how far, it was all meant to go. Different for everyone, driven to recovery sooner rather than later, or drenched, soused, and damaged in their wake.
Melita wisely made no comment about her uncle’s coping mechanisms, hacking at her leisure, snorting somewhere in the midst of all the action and response. But thereafter, there was only muffled laughter and the rings of familiar, family interludes, and the burdens seemed less within those moments – not so binding, not so blinding. “You’re welcome,” and she wrinkled her nose, stuck out her tongue once more, before adhering to the other ministrations and machinations of the day.
{-FIN}
Melita wisely made no comment about her uncle’s coping mechanisms, hacking at her leisure, snorting somewhere in the midst of all the action and response. But thereafter, there was only muffled laughter and the rings of familiar, family interludes, and the burdens seemed less within those moments – not so binding, not so blinding. “You’re welcome,” and she wrinkled her nose, stuck out her tongue once more, before adhering to the other ministrations and machinations of the day.
{-FIN}
Melita
