I will scream with the howling wind
01-27-2015, 07:07 PM
She knew their deaths effected her much stronger than they should have, but she couldn't even imagine how her sister was dealing with the reality. Motif didn't seem distressed, and it almost seemed as though she'd forgotten about them sometimes. Why was it that they were all Rhythm could ever think about? As soon as she uttered who it was though Motif would become unusually still as she fell into Rhythm's form. The thoughts weighing as heavily on her as they did upon their sister. Motif's voice was dry as she tried to assure her of her lack of guilt, Rhythm indeed had bottled her thoughts on her sister's birth. She'd not directly associated herself with their death anymore, but she still knew she could have done more if she had been better trained. Maybe she hadn't been directly related to their demise but she still did not feel peace. She'd let her tears begin to fall again, her sobs welling up in her throat as she refrained from anymore words. If Motif allowed her she would easily have cried herself back to sleep in their sorrowful embrace. "Speech" |