The way he said her name, the exact lilt, the exact grumbly way he rolled over the ‘r’ sound – it was all Brahm. Her breath came short, her lungs strained as she fought to keep control of her emotions. The former captain played with her lip. She was on the edge of running to her but fighting herself. His timing was too impeccable. It made her worry that she was being trapped in some sort of illusion. But an illusion this good? Of someone she didn’t think ever made it to Caido?
”No you don’t.” she said quietly, honest as near always, venturing to take a step forward. ”Maybe not a ghost. Maybe an illusion, a trick, a game.” she said quietly, setting her jaw tight to keep tears at bay. She would succeed in keeping them from falling, but brilliant blue eyes when glassy with tears unshed. ”I wanted to know if you were amongst the dead here. If you were ever here at all….or if it really is just me and the boys.” she said quietly, glancing towards the alter upon which the toy sword lay. ”Do you know what that is? Do you know what it means that it is there?” she asked, pinning Brahm – if it was Brahm – with a look. She was military. She would not rush into this. She would not let her heart believe it was him until she had some confirmation of his identity. She could not bear her heart breaking again.
Her Brahm would know the toy. Her Brahm would know how serious it was for their son to willingly give it to a god for answers. He would know how much he was missed.
”No you don’t.” she said quietly, honest as near always, venturing to take a step forward. ”Maybe not a ghost. Maybe an illusion, a trick, a game.” she said quietly, setting her jaw tight to keep tears at bay. She would succeed in keeping them from falling, but brilliant blue eyes when glassy with tears unshed. ”I wanted to know if you were amongst the dead here. If you were ever here at all….or if it really is just me and the boys.” she said quietly, glancing towards the alter upon which the toy sword lay. ”Do you know what that is? Do you know what it means that it is there?” she asked, pinning Brahm – if it was Brahm – with a look. She was military. She would not rush into this. She would not let her heart believe it was him until she had some confirmation of his identity. She could not bear her heart breaking again.
Her Brahm would know the toy. Her Brahm would know how serious it was for their son to willingly give it to a god for answers. He would know how much he was missed.
Roana
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath, imma stick it out to the end
Took an oath, imma stick it out to the end
