i'm sure there ain't heaven but i still like to picture her there
kite
Bard
04-01-2023, 12:47 AM
It would be about a year now since she'd left them. There wasn't even a grave for the children to sit beside, no. That was down in Auster. Dread was dreading going back down there, to the scene of the incident. He thought bitterly of the offer from Artorias, that he train in the Hallows when he was older. Now the thought of setting foot in the castle again turned his stomach. How could he? How could he walk the halls of it, the same way he had a year earlier when Zee was still with them? Hell, the yearling was just now growing comfortable traveling away from the Armada's heart. It had taken nearly the entire year for the overwhelming dread to stay well enough away. Thoughts of his mother, his father, his older siblings weighed heavily on his mind. Dread put himself to work tidying one of the sheds on the Cove, the late afternoon sun hanging low in the sky. Dragging everything out, carefully making piles of what was still good, what needed repairing, and what was garbage. There was an unspoken bitterness toward his older siblings, one that rested heavily in his mouth as he worked. Why did they get to grow up with her? Why didn't he? How much longer would he have with dad? To be so aware of mortality at such a tender age... maybe it weighed too heavily on his mind. With the contents of the shed now emptied onto the beach, the yearling retreated within it and began to carefully sweep. It seemed the more he swept, the more sand he found. "Who the hell decided to put the shed on the sand!" Dread was yelling at the floor. Of all the things going on in his head, he needed to shout at something. If the boy was going to pick his battles, it seemed like the most constructive one was the battle against the mess. |
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