Losing Myself Piece By Piece

Tamsyn could feel the sting of her daughter tugging at and cleaning the wounds around her eye, she could hear the chaos going around her, but it all felt like a distant buzz. Everything was foggy and indistinct as she finally let herself give in to the indescribable sorrow and fear. Her head spun with blood loss and she could feel herself trembling as if she was cold, but she couldn't tell if she was actually cold, if it was the sobs that she couldn't shake, or something else entirely. She barely heard Gwynevere ask if she could open her eye and she did manage to blink her eyes open to glance up at her daughter, though it was fairly painful to do so. She saw the fear and worry on her daughter's face and her ears folded back against her head as she closed her eyes again. What were they going to do? What was she going to do?

She heard the door click closed, blocking out anything that might be happening beyond this room. She was slightly grateful for that as she tried to pick up the shattered pieces of herself, but now there was no hope of hearing what was happening between Ulric and Resin unless another violent fight broke out. She was quiet for a few moments, listening and ultimately hearing nothing of note. She hoped that meant that he was able to get in to Resin without incident. Minutes passed and the door never opened and her heart twisted. She wanted to see Resin. She needed to. She tried to lift her head as she opened her eyes just enough to see again, unaware of what Gwynevere was doing as she tried to sit up and failed.

She hear what her children were saying, she only felt Gwynevere nudging her head back down to the bed and a choked sob killed any attempts she might have made at speaking. With a heavy, trembling sigh she laid her head down once more, staring at the closed door with a soft whine.




"Tamsyn" | "Blue"