Goodnight, Goodbye
07-02-2013, 06:04 PM
With a heavy heart she raced north. North - toward her siblings, the two that had struck off on their own and would not be informed of the news through word of mouth between alliances. She had seen little of Eos since her return to Alacritia, and although she was proud of her sibling, she knew not what her relationship with her russet sister was. The alpha did not care though - not now. Her throat was tight, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. They were tears that would not be allowed to fall, not before her brethren, not as she was delivering this message that was so sad, so precious. Their father had finally fallen, the family's patriarch had passed - and with him gone, there was no telling who would pick up the pieces.
Perhaps they would never be put together again.
Heaven knew that never again would the pieces lay together so simply, so vivaciously good as they had beneath Cairo's rule. She would never be her father, Syrinx would never be his father, Epiphron and Eos would never be Cairo - there was no replacing him. No replacing the love that had been lost, it was gone, he was gone. Still Chrysanthe wanted to curl up in the den that she had emerged from and pretend that it hadn't happened, to believe that her old man wasn't gone for good, that she would never hear his voice again. They had never truly made up after the marriage incident... and now they never would.
Perhaps that was what broke her heart the most.
When she reached the pines, she skidded to a stop in the snow, her heart pounding beneath her skin and in her ears and pulsing behind her eyes before getting stuck in her throat. She took a shuddered breath of the chilled norther air, before sighing, lifting her head to the sky and howling. It was a call for her siblings - demanding in decibel but full of sorrow. Mourning, they would need to know what had happened to their father, and come to see him for what would be the last time before his funeral.
Perhaps they would never be put together again.
Heaven knew that never again would the pieces lay together so simply, so vivaciously good as they had beneath Cairo's rule. She would never be her father, Syrinx would never be his father, Epiphron and Eos would never be Cairo - there was no replacing him. No replacing the love that had been lost, it was gone, he was gone. Still Chrysanthe wanted to curl up in the den that she had emerged from and pretend that it hadn't happened, to believe that her old man wasn't gone for good, that she would never hear his voice again. They had never truly made up after the marriage incident... and now they never would.
Perhaps that was what broke her heart the most.
When she reached the pines, she skidded to a stop in the snow, her heart pounding beneath her skin and in her ears and pulsing behind her eyes before getting stuck in her throat. She took a shuddered breath of the chilled norther air, before sighing, lifting her head to the sky and howling. It was a call for her siblings - demanding in decibel but full of sorrow. Mourning, they would need to know what had happened to their father, and come to see him for what would be the last time before his funeral.