Peace Offering Round Two

He wasn’t sure if she would join him, and he was more than a little surprised to see her moving towards the firepit. The coat he had made was carefully worn about her shoulders. He had sized it to his Wife’s measurements, and it fit her perfectly. He didn’t speak as she settled down beside him. He didn’t trust himself not to ruin it. So he kept his peace, and he listened as she spoke of her own misery. Of what she had lost and endured, and how she had walked away from her homeland. She had left it so far behind, that she would likely never find it again. He wondered if he would ever find the Klein Empire if he searched for it. It had been so many years ago that he arrived in Boreas. Fever dreams plaguing his damaged body as he dragged himself after Deathbelle.

No. He would never find it again, and there was nothing for him there.

The urge to get up and walk away from his life had struck him many times. The first time Zee had died, and the second. But he had too much holding him here. Responsibilities, commitments. Judging little eyes. “Are those the ties that bind us? Miserable, old, and broken?” He asked, voice hoarse and soft as he looked into the fire. He did not look her way as she rose, and he did not expect an answer.


"Sirius Fatalis"