Ashe
Ashe huffed and scrunched her nose skeptically. ”I don’t know about noble..” she mumbled, the word feeling strange in association with her. She smiled a little at the kiss to her head, suitably mothered and happy to accept it. She watched her brother still snoring happily against their mother, and she glanced upwards again at the sound of her voice.
Mort. Warmth and shadow, right there and so vast… Ashe took a deep breath and let it out slowly. ”He’s… everything you would never expect from death,” she started. ”At least what I never expected. I thought he would hate me. Or that he’d be something else, something that appreciates everything I’ve done, and I’m not sure which would have been worse.” Her hand rubbed absently over her chest, and she smiled slightly. ”He’s warm. And welcoming. Accepting and gentle and so full of love.”
She looked down and brushed her fingers over the top of Felix’s head. ”I don’t even know how to put it into the right words.” Ashe confessed quietly. ”Embracing him was… humbling. Painful to have my soul broken down, but he held me entirely - kept me safe, made sure I knew I wasn’t alone. I thought I knew death better than anyone, but I didn’t have a fucking clue. I was so…” She sighed and drew her hand back from her brother. ”I didn’t treat death with the respect it deserves. Life, either. Death shapes life. And knowing what he’s like, having felt him…”
Ashe sat up a little bit straighter, taking a full breath as she looked over at Vai. ”My mortality is a gift,” said the wolf. ”A gift I owe to Mort.”
Mort. Warmth and shadow, right there and so vast… Ashe took a deep breath and let it out slowly. ”He’s… everything you would never expect from death,” she started. ”At least what I never expected. I thought he would hate me. Or that he’d be something else, something that appreciates everything I’ve done, and I’m not sure which would have been worse.” Her hand rubbed absently over her chest, and she smiled slightly. ”He’s warm. And welcoming. Accepting and gentle and so full of love.”
She looked down and brushed her fingers over the top of Felix’s head. ”I don’t even know how to put it into the right words.” Ashe confessed quietly. ”Embracing him was… humbling. Painful to have my soul broken down, but he held me entirely - kept me safe, made sure I knew I wasn’t alone. I thought I knew death better than anyone, but I didn’t have a fucking clue. I was so…” She sighed and drew her hand back from her brother. ”I didn’t treat death with the respect it deserves. Life, either. Death shapes life. And knowing what he’s like, having felt him…”
Ashe sat up a little bit straighter, taking a full breath as she looked over at Vai. ”My mortality is a gift,” said the wolf. ”A gift I owe to Mort.”
lover, fighter.
