build me up buttercup
02-04-2014, 09:44 PM
Without a single pause in her step she would walk to meet him head on, reveling in the sound of her name coming from his mouth. Her lost son, returned to her. The gods were certainly smiling today. Natalya would stop just short enough so that she could touch her nose to his, to assure herself that the boy was real. She released a long sigh at the moment of contact. My son, you made it. She would never admit her fears to the boy, her worries that he had left her in this world. Apollo did not know the worth he truly had, but she would spend his whole life trying to show him. What were mothers for?
and quoth the raven, "nevermore"
