What is dead may never truly die
02-20-2015, 11:09 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
He moved, as she had hoped, allowing her the space to roll off of her back and up onto her feet. Tahlia was quick to stand, but as soon as she had she was at a loss again. How did one break themselves out of a dream and back into the waking reality? Her paws shifted restlessly beneath her as she shifted around in place, her thoughts a wild torrent within her mind. She needed to get back to her kids, needed to reassure them that they would all be okay, that they would survive on without their father no matter the difficulties. She needed to be there for them as she had failed to be these past months, as she now was starting to realize. For too long she had been consumed by grief, swallowed whole by the emptiness of her heart. She was supposed to be stronger than that, braver than that, if for nothing else but her children. She needed to get back and fix things before the bonds she shared with them were broken beyond repair.
Again Bane was before her, demanding her attention as he wrapped his jaws around her own. There was no time for this! Could he not see? She needed to go back! The black and russet wolf whined, closing her eyes and breaking contact there while she tried once again to squirm out of his grip. "Stop! I need to go back," she begged, but even as she thought of it she could not think of how. Thinking it, wishing that she was awake, should have been enough. It should have drawn her up and away from this fictional world her mind had created and back into the reality that she had failed to truly live in since Bane’s passing. And yet…here she was.
Her legs began to shake, panic slowly creeping in to replace her anxiety with something worse. "I need to wake up. I should wake up," she spoke aloud, as much to herself as to her husband, who was still only trying to understand what was causing her distress. But not even saying the words aloud made a difference. The forest was still the same, she was still the same. And Bane was still staring at her with a look full of concern. The image of him she saw went blurry as her eyes began to fill with tears, a broken, heavy feeling settling within her chest as she whined in desperation, "I’m not waking up. Why am I not waking up?"
He moved, as she had hoped, allowing her the space to roll off of her back and up onto her feet. Tahlia was quick to stand, but as soon as she had she was at a loss again. How did one break themselves out of a dream and back into the waking reality? Her paws shifted restlessly beneath her as she shifted around in place, her thoughts a wild torrent within her mind. She needed to get back to her kids, needed to reassure them that they would all be okay, that they would survive on without their father no matter the difficulties. She needed to be there for them as she had failed to be these past months, as she now was starting to realize. For too long she had been consumed by grief, swallowed whole by the emptiness of her heart. She was supposed to be stronger than that, braver than that, if for nothing else but her children. She needed to get back and fix things before the bonds she shared with them were broken beyond repair.
Again Bane was before her, demanding her attention as he wrapped his jaws around her own. There was no time for this! Could he not see? She needed to go back! The black and russet wolf whined, closing her eyes and breaking contact there while she tried once again to squirm out of his grip. "Stop! I need to go back," she begged, but even as she thought of it she could not think of how. Thinking it, wishing that she was awake, should have been enough. It should have drawn her up and away from this fictional world her mind had created and back into the reality that she had failed to truly live in since Bane’s passing. And yet…here she was.
Her legs began to shake, panic slowly creeping in to replace her anxiety with something worse. "I need to wake up. I should wake up," she spoke aloud, as much to herself as to her husband, who was still only trying to understand what was causing her distress. But not even saying the words aloud made a difference. The forest was still the same, she was still the same. And Bane was still staring at her with a look full of concern. The image of him she saw went blurry as her eyes began to fill with tears, a broken, heavy feeling settling within her chest as she whined in desperation, "I’m not waking up. Why am I not waking up?"
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