delphine
LongNight was a cage. A prison. Wherever she was, she was still trapped. It didn't matter that she was safer than she would be in the Grounds, it didn't matter that Halo was met with fearsome cold. Delphine wanted... out. And she was pretty sure Noah wouldn't let her out.
Probably for good reason; she could barely survive the regular cold of Halo, much less a cold without any sun. Her cheeks puffed in thought, as she trailed her fingers across a stair railing, watching from above. The people below were milling, mingling.
Did they see being couped up as a time to get to know each other, to protect one another, ensure the survival of themselves and others? Did they not feel the walls closing in, worse than any darkness--and Delphine's seen darkness--that the world could send?
Fingers curled around the railing as she leaned, blonde curls falling into her face. And as she leaned, her lower lip trembled and she began to cry. It wouldn't be so bad if the twins were here. She told herself. Tears running down her face, she pressed a hand to her mouth, shoving away from the railing.
Guilt was finally nagging at her. Ludo's curse to remember that day had not brought forth guilt, not after Noah forgave her... but being without them for LongNight, and remembering the way she had been with them; how motherly she had been...
And the way she had promised to be that way for the rest of the year--how she'd wanted to, truly, be the mother they saw during the dreaded week of the dark.
That brought new guilt, for never being that person all the time she had them. One week a year, was that really being a mother?
"No," she murmured, blinking back tears as she moved towards one of the closest classrooms, not checking to see if the space was vacant. Her vision was blurred by her tears. Even Bellamy could love his child, she reminded herself. He had never loved the twins, not like he loved his firstborn with his actual wife. ...but you only loved them one week of the year.
The sounds of her sobs were likely easy to hear should anyone pass by the darkened classroom. Should they enter, they'd find the woman curled into a chair, hugging her knees to her chest, and crying.
Chulane
Probably for good reason; she could barely survive the regular cold of Halo, much less a cold without any sun. Her cheeks puffed in thought, as she trailed her fingers across a stair railing, watching from above. The people below were milling, mingling.
Did they see being couped up as a time to get to know each other, to protect one another, ensure the survival of themselves and others? Did they not feel the walls closing in, worse than any darkness--and Delphine's seen darkness--that the world could send?
Fingers curled around the railing as she leaned, blonde curls falling into her face. And as she leaned, her lower lip trembled and she began to cry. It wouldn't be so bad if the twins were here. She told herself. Tears running down her face, she pressed a hand to her mouth, shoving away from the railing.
Guilt was finally nagging at her. Ludo's curse to remember that day had not brought forth guilt, not after Noah forgave her... but being without them for LongNight, and remembering the way she had been with them; how motherly she had been...
And the way she had promised to be that way for the rest of the year--how she'd wanted to, truly, be the mother they saw during the dreaded week of the dark.
That brought new guilt, for never being that person all the time she had them. One week a year, was that really being a mother?
"No," she murmured, blinking back tears as she moved towards one of the closest classrooms, not checking to see if the space was vacant. Her vision was blurred by her tears. Even Bellamy could love his child, she reminded herself. He had never loved the twins, not like he loved his firstborn with his actual wife. ...but you only loved them one week of the year.
The sounds of her sobs were likely easy to hear should anyone pass by the darkened classroom. Should they enter, they'd find the woman curled into a chair, hugging her knees to her chest, and crying.
