even when i was a child
i’ve always known there was something to be frightened of
i’ve always known there was something to be frightened of
She'd meant to keep it together. But then she saw the little luxere, and gods if it wasn't a blow to the soul, tearing her open from within.
So she says nothing as she enters the office, the wind knocked out of her by the sight of the deer. Guilt, relief, love, loss- everything and nothing plays across her face, shoving its way into her mouth and lodging in her throat. It stays there as she shuffles inward, blinking back tears and trying desperately to swallow the hoarse, cracking sob. She's only half successful, her voice breaking keenly as she reaches down to pet the luxere. "Hi, Auni," Amalia whispers, her dark eyes closing as her fingers press into the soft coat. The touch is gone too soon, just like the Harpy, the luxere retreating from her reach back to his new soulmate's side.
Her fingers feel cold.
She doesn't look at Chulane as she straightens up again, quietly clearing her throat. Her dark eyes move around the room, settling on nothing, blinking back the last of the tears. Unsure what else she can possibly do, the Shield at last steps forward, extending a tentative, slender hand to ghost over his shoulder.
Do you want to talk about it?" she asks him; she does not. But she owes him an explanation, will give it to him if he wants it. Loathe as she is to relive that agony, she will do it for him.
So she says nothing as she enters the office, the wind knocked out of her by the sight of the deer. Guilt, relief, love, loss- everything and nothing plays across her face, shoving its way into her mouth and lodging in her throat. It stays there as she shuffles inward, blinking back tears and trying desperately to swallow the hoarse, cracking sob. She's only half successful, her voice breaking keenly as she reaches down to pet the luxere. "Hi, Auni," Amalia whispers, her dark eyes closing as her fingers press into the soft coat. The touch is gone too soon, just like the Harpy, the luxere retreating from her reach back to his new soulmate's side.
Her fingers feel cold.
She doesn't look at Chulane as she straightens up again, quietly clearing her throat. Her dark eyes move around the room, settling on nothing, blinking back the last of the tears. Unsure what else she can possibly do, the Shield at last steps forward, extending a tentative, slender hand to ghost over his shoulder.
Do you want to talk about it?" she asks him; she does not. But she owes him an explanation, will give it to him if he wants it. Loathe as she is to relive that agony, she will do it for him.
