Too much history

He felt her lean against his resting paw, and tears threatened to escape him. He swallowed again, hard. Pushing away the sensation as best he could. He couldn’t bring himself to move his paw, as through the link helped to tether her form to this earth. As through, if he let go, he would lose her for a second time.

He gave a small, sad smile at her words. “You were strong, and yet you left us anyway. It seems the world is not so even as all that.” He said. He wished strength had a greater part it in - he would use his own strength to keep death at bay, if he had that power.

He closed his eyes, feeling the skin of her cheek beneath his paw. I… have to ask. Iolaire. Is she… with you?” would he have to add his sister's name to that list, and lose another pillar of strength and love that he wanted only to hold onto? He closed his eyes, because he knew her answer held the power to push the tears past what he could contain. He did not wish for her to see him cry, not if this was the last time he saw her.


"Sirius Fatalis"