here when its hard

Artorias didn't understand the first words that left Sirius' lips, not at first. Not until he continued to explain how everything his mother had done had been by design, how she had built and planned this pack from the start to be her legacy and to outlive her. He listened with attentive eyes and alert ears while his godfather listed every achievement Resin had clawed her way to, all her efforts put into everything she had created. And it all culminated in him. Artorias glanced down at his chest when Sirius' paw tapped him right where his heart beat, trying not to lose it while the Warlord called him the embodiment of all the good Resin had put into the world. He was unsuccessful though, and when Artorias Brough his eyes back up to Sirius', the emotions had manifested into two diamond-like shimmers in the corners of his eyes.

Without a word, Artorias leaned his head forward until he was resting his forehead against Sirius' chest, taking deep, ragged breaths in and out, in and out, following the deep breathing exercises Seer had shown him, though the emotions gripped his chest and made the motions far less fluid. He blinked back the tears, a couple managing to escape his lashes to drip down his muzzle and stain the stone beneath their paws. "I just wanted her to know... I wanted her to see how far her efforts had gone before she's gone..." The words came out between rasping breaths, each gasp for air making him quiver where he sat. Artorias was so fucking tired of crying, but it was all his body knew to do in these circumstances. He wanted to be stronger, for Resin, for his family, for the Hallows—for himself. He just wasn't capable with how bone tired and drained he was.

And all he wanted was for Resin to know how much good she had done with him.


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"