Tourniquet
12-02-2020, 11:48 AM
The low, somber humming was soothing. So soothing that Fel felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. Here, nestled between these two strangers, she felt safe and protected. Guarded against anything that might want to harm her. If she could crawl inside of them and stay there, she would. Azriel and Sibyl... they were exactly what she needed. What she craved. They were filling an empty chasm within her that had gone unfulfilled for far too long. Azriel began to stroke down her side in a rhythmic sort of way and each passing calmed the woman even more. With Sibyl pressed to her chest Fel could have purred if she had the parts to do so. Despite the pain that ravaged her insides, she was content to be sandwiched between them. It was only because of this comfort that she was able to enlighten them as to the reason behind her pain. Aureus was gone. Her brother was gone. She could feel the stutter in the serenity as she uttered those words and she had expected it, but she hadn't expected the endless kindness. Again she was shocked by the big man. First he'd sang for her, now he was dusting little kisses over her face. Again the thought crossed her mind that she had to be doing something right. Otherwise why would Abraxas place these two in her path? Her god knew what she needed and she needed these two strangers. A moment later Sibyl nuzzled into her and Fel pulled her close, moving so that she could wrap both arms around the ash and snow fae. The tears continued to flow and would do so no matter how many times Azriel wiped them away. She hadn't cried for her brother yet. There was a lot of buildup. They asked his name and at first she couldn't bring herself to say it. Her throat felt pinched off and painful. She wouldn't sob, dammit. She wouldn't. Ah, but the moment she spoke his name, she knew that was a lie. "Aureus..." His name came out on a soft, but strangled note. A moment later, she had her face buried in Sibyl soft fur. The walls had come crashing down and Fel dissolved into the wash of emotions that she'd kept tamped down for so long. "Speech" |
Fel can often be a very...mature character. Be aware.