Delphine
"You know there isn't an answer to that question," she murmured, eating the bit of bread she had torn off, so that it wouldn't go to waste. "In this world, Mort is the God who deals with the dead, right? He has a really nice hall?"
Her fingers are trailing through Noah's hair, as she settles next to him. "So she's there, with my children. With your parents... and she's safe, right? She isn't here, with you anymore, but she is safe."
Delphine didn't know who had died, but now was not the time to ask. She believed her words, there were gods here and she had met one firsthand, had seen it remove her children peacefully from the world. She continued to pet him, letting silence draw on, as she rested her head against his shoulder.
She couldn't fix his grief. But she understood.
Her fingers are trailing through Noah's hair, as she settles next to him. "So she's there, with my children. With your parents... and she's safe, right? She isn't here, with you anymore, but she is safe."
Delphine didn't know who had died, but now was not the time to ask. She believed her words, there were gods here and she had met one firsthand, had seen it remove her children peacefully from the world. She continued to pet him, letting silence draw on, as she rested her head against his shoulder.
She couldn't fix his grief. But she understood.
How can I begin again?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
