ghosts that we knew.
01-18-2016, 03:05 PM
Epiphron hadn't meant to cry. She hadn't meant to not cry, either. Forgetting to mourn Arian had just happened. She'd preoccupied herself with other things, and then suddenly the weight of all her losses became too much to bear. It'd been too long since she'd had anyone to share her pain with. Not that she was one prone to self-pity. She didn't know how long she lay there - she rotated between being wracked with sobs and moments of silence. The ebbing and flowing of her emotions seemed to change from one moment to the next. One thing that she didn't expect, though, was that someone would find her here. Epiphron didn't expect to feel someone's cold nose against her shoulder; she quickly retracted from the touch, and inhaled sharply as she turned to face him. Rivaxorus? Arian's son. Suddenly she felt vulnerable, and she sniffed quickly, wishing the tears would magically dry.. but it was too late to hide them now. A heavy sigh fell from her lips. "Thank you, Rivaxorus," she would offer him, a faint smile touching her lips as she regarded her grandson. Though she felt quite silly being caught crying, she couldn't just get up and run away - she had to face her grandson now. "I guess I've been trying to avoid grieving. Probably not the best idea," Epiphron said somberly, though her gentle smile remained. "How have you been, Riv?" |
