But if it had to perish twice,

Tamsyn thought that with her information given it was done, she could go to the castle, collapse in Gwynevere's room and just shut out the world while her daughter fussed over her injures like she knew she inevitably would. But, no, as was the theme the last couple of days, Sirius had to dig the wound in deeper, sharing more than she ever wanted shared with her son. She knew that the details of it would probably get back to him at some point if his friendship with Briar kept the trajectory it currently had, but for now she didn't want to broach the subject and had successfully avoid those details until Sirius ruined it.

Her gaze shot to Sirius with a hard glare, but before she could say anything else she watched as the Warlord began a fight with the cart he had carried her in. He struggled and fought and growled until the damn thing somehow whacked him in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. For a second she just stared at him until a small bubble of stress, frustration, exhaustion induced laughter escaped her, fighting to keep the smile off of her face as her dumb, idiot friend recovered from hitting him self with his own stupid fucking cart.

Then the questions began. One after another, Artorias took advantage of the momentary reprieve from Sirius' anger to fit in as many questions and accusations as he could. Questioning how far they traveled, pointing out how she was supposed to be resting, pointing blame at Sirius for taking her along in the first place, blaming him for causing her to get hurt. She sighed heavily as he went on, falling back onto her haunches with gritted teeth. She was tired and while it wasn't her son's fault, she couldn't take it. The woman of infinite patience was finally at the end of her rope.

As soon as Artorias moved between them and started berating Sirius with more accusations and blame over why he didn't protect her, she finally snapped. "Artorias Sirius Carpathius, stop! Now is not the time! She hardly ever had to be the disciplinarian. Her children hardly ever heard her raise her voice or anything of the sort. Though she supposed that she would have have to start now that Resin would no longer be able to do it for her. She closed her eyes, her head hanging heavily with her ears folding back. She was done. If Sirius or Artorias said one more goddamn thing she didn't know what she was going to do.

"Tamsyn" | "Blue"