Nowhere To Turn
Theory/Soul/Twig
03-06-2021, 03:40 PM
Twig could focus on her not quite nephew instead of herself, it was a welcome relief to dwelling on her own head. Soon she would tell him, once she thought she could form the words on her lips. Theory appeared quickly after, before Beat could explain, and her attention was swiftly drawn to the child at his side. Once Beat spoke her purple gaze shifted to the tiny boy as he was introduced, as Beat’s son.
The Memoire woman tried not to allow her jaw to hit the floor as she welcomed the surprise. It was an easier emotion than what she felt bubbling up inside. Twig looked back up to Beat, willing the tears not to fall as she grinned and swiftly returned her attention to the small boy. She tried not to allow her own ‘what ifs’ to cloud this moment. Beat had a child, a beautiful little boy that was obviously full to the brim of love. She felt her heart break and melt.
”Hello, Soul.” She offered warmly, pushing closer to stand beside Beat but also offer the boy one of her paws to smell and touch since he could not see her. ”I’m Twig, I’m your um..” She looked to Beat for a moment as she contemplated the relationship between her and the boy’s father. She wasn’t truly his aunt, but she was his aunt. ”Your great-aunt.” Then she really did start to cry, mostly of joy. Overwhelmingly of joy. But part of her felt the pain of loss like a fresh wound.
The Memoire woman tried not to allow her jaw to hit the floor as she welcomed the surprise. It was an easier emotion than what she felt bubbling up inside. Twig looked back up to Beat, willing the tears not to fall as she grinned and swiftly returned her attention to the small boy. She tried not to allow her own ‘what ifs’ to cloud this moment. Beat had a child, a beautiful little boy that was obviously full to the brim of love. She felt her heart break and melt.
”Hello, Soul.” She offered warmly, pushing closer to stand beside Beat but also offer the boy one of her paws to smell and touch since he could not see her. ”I’m Twig, I’m your um..” She looked to Beat for a moment as she contemplated the relationship between her and the boy’s father. She wasn’t truly his aunt, but she was his aunt. ”Your great-aunt.” Then she really did start to cry, mostly of joy. Overwhelmingly of joy. But part of her felt the pain of loss like a fresh wound.
