The crack in my foundation

Tamsyn sighed when she felt his paw wrap around her, holding her tight. His words stung, hearing that he didn't care for them, that he hated that they needed him, but she knew they weren't true. They couldn't be. She could see past his hurt and his pain and know that he didn't mean what he said because it was pain that she was currently living. She saw herself in that and it made her hold on to him tighter. Resin wasn't gone yet, but she was steadily losing herself and it drug out that pain and sorrow into a never ending nightmare. But for Sirius it had happened suddenly, with no warning, and he was forced to process it all at once. She pushed the hurtful words out of her mind, refusing to acknowledge them as she held onto her dear friend and he held on to her, letting him cry against her for as long as he needed.

She didn't dare move even as evening faded into night. At some point she had rested her head across his neck and let her eyes close, only to open them moments later as horrible images and memories danced across her eye lids. Resin attacking her, hearing her mate slamming madly into the door, watching Sirius running into burning coals, seeing Zee's body fall to pieces under his touch, the look in his eyes as she threw herself into him to save him... it all replayed across her mind in a haze that she couldn't stop. Eventually Sirius untangled himself from her and she was forced to stand with him, grimacing as she got to her paws with shaky limbs.

She hadn't been in the best condition, mentally or physically, when this all began and after a day of travel, racing to catch him, fighting him out of his stupor... She was shocked she even managed to make her body respond. She glanced up at him tiredly when he mentioned he was just going through the motions of it and how he wasn't leaving without their bodies. She nodded, already knowing he wasn't going to leave the remains behind. She glanced around till she spotted a few larger branches that had fallen from some near by trees. She went to retrieve them, working them together with a few smaller branches into a very rough version of a travois. It wasn't pretty, but it would manage.

Luckily, in the time that they had been laying here, the last of the embers had seemed to burn out, the only ones remaining were toward the center of where the fire must have began. She helped to pull the makeshift travois over to where their bodies were, or at least what was left of them, and swallowed back the bile in her throat as she began helping him to collect their remains and load them up to take them home.

"Tamsyn" | "Blue"