my heart turns as if a tide. let anything happen, it says
wash me on the stones, curl me from the edge, cut me from the bone
wash me on the stones, curl me from the edge, cut me from the bone
The little smile that punctuates Remi's point makes her shoulders shift the weight around that they've been carrying. The fur along her nape ruffles upward, thickening, and then lies flat in a massive ripple along her skin. For the moment, at the very least, she lets the sentiment sink in.
There's little visible reaction to the scars Remi reveals. There is no flinch, not a twitch or a pang or a softening or tensing. Scars tell the story of the greater events that have pathed the way of one's life. They may be a source of pride, or shame, but there is something they will never do: lie.
So when he tells her what happened, she believes the words written across his flesh. Empathy is, at first, a small ping that soon grows into a strong and steady wave across the attuned bond they share. Even in the face of his righteous fury. It's not to be mistaken for pity, for sorriness over the pain he must feel. No, it's understanding, it's a shared pain. One Remi is not alone in, and she wouldn't hide that from him - no matter the complications of other matters.
In this moment, it's only Aurelia, Remi, and Aoife. All else falls aside.
No parent should have to outlive their child... her voice is a murmur across their mental link. I am sorry, she lifts her chin to look up at him, the honesty evident - with or without the bond. And if it's a bit ridden with guilt? Well, she can't help that. I hope that Aoife is happy, wherever she is, and can't feel the same pain that we do.
Were you... happy? When you found out about Hotaru's pregnancy? She asks after some time spans, blinking down at the flower petals, Was it something you wanted?
There's little visible reaction to the scars Remi reveals. There is no flinch, not a twitch or a pang or a softening or tensing. Scars tell the story of the greater events that have pathed the way of one's life. They may be a source of pride, or shame, but there is something they will never do: lie.
So when he tells her what happened, she believes the words written across his flesh. Empathy is, at first, a small ping that soon grows into a strong and steady wave across the attuned bond they share. Even in the face of his righteous fury. It's not to be mistaken for pity, for sorriness over the pain he must feel. No, it's understanding, it's a shared pain. One Remi is not alone in, and she wouldn't hide that from him - no matter the complications of other matters.
In this moment, it's only Aurelia, Remi, and Aoife. All else falls aside.
No parent should have to outlive their child... her voice is a murmur across their mental link. I am sorry, she lifts her chin to look up at him, the honesty evident - with or without the bond. And if it's a bit ridden with guilt? Well, she can't help that. I hope that Aoife is happy, wherever she is, and can't feel the same pain that we do.
Were you... happy? When you found out about Hotaru's pregnancy? She asks after some time spans, blinking down at the flower petals, Was it something you wanted?
but let the softness of my heart never die
Aurelia
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