do not stand at my grave and weep;
i am not there. i do not sleep
There is a long tense moment of silence, broken only by the sounds of the boy's muffled sobs as he fought to breathe. In a rush he sucks in a breath, wailing and clutching Amalia frantically. His pleas and promises of utter contrition are lost in a series of hiccups.
Tell me your favourite memory of me, daddy. monster!Aoife sings from the shadows, her voice childlike and delicate once again.
Amalia will indeed make it back to the Temple without a problem. The boy won't speak for days other than to mumble endlessly that it was just a game...that he didn't know...
~FIN
Tell me your favourite memory of me, daddy. monster!Aoife sings from the shadows, her voice childlike and delicate once again.
Amalia will indeed make it back to the Temple without a problem. The boy won't speak for days other than to mumble endlessly that it was just a game...that he didn't know...
~FIN
do not stand at my grave and cry;
i am not there, i did not die
LONGNiGht
