Trusty Chords
02-11-2015, 07:56 PM
Chord wouldn't give up, and maybe that would help her see a little more clearly. Still she felt as all of this was her fault, and that didn't take back what her brother had said to her. He was through with her. She'd lean into Chord's touch, she'd never been so thankful for physical comfort before. Maybe she really could feel a spark of hope envelope her broken heart. "It will be. It has to be." She'd sigh, calming slowly, as she thought of one of the stories their grandparents had told them as pups. It had been such a simpler time. Perfect in all aspects. Her pale brother would assure her that he would speak to Bass, hopefully it would do more good than harm. She just wanted to sit there with him forever, but there was another sibling that needed her ear no matter how much she wished she didn't have to tell her. Motif's impossibly sad call would reach her ears, and the hardest part would begin. "She's seen Bass already." Motif knew the truth, and surely she wanted to do just as Bass had. "I love you, Chord." She'd whisper before leaving his side, her form lifting to seek the side of their sister. |