when you lose something you can not replace
Rhymara
Rhyme was beginning to wake up now, it was night and darkness reigned. He blinked open his blue and lavender eyes as wakefulness began to take him. As he regained consciousness the weight of the world settled back upon him and Rhyme closed his eyes again as tears began to well up within them. He was closer to reality than he had been in the weeks previously and his loss weighed massively upon him. His chest had a gaping hole within it where his heart had been torn out.
Involuntary whines fell from his lips as he wallowed helplessly, again he yearned for the fog of illusion. He wanted to see Shaye and yearned for her sweet embrace. Samara’s scent was heavy in the den, and the old man tried to focus on her. To focus on reality despite the pain in him was easier with Rara so close. The mental clarity was both blessing and curse as he lay incapacitated on the den floor.
After her talk with Theory the woman had returned to the temporary den she'd settled Rhyme in, busying herself with trying to get things ready for when he'd inevtiably wake up. She'd taken a few moments to scoure the plains near the cave she's managed to find juvinile Cannabis and some Valerian roots but dared not rove to far. As Rhyme stirred the woman was busy sorting her small herb collection, musing aloud softly to herself.
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Having Samara at his side and his daughter in his corner Rhyme could feel a hope trying to live. He didn’t feel complete without Shaye, but he was being guided gently towards a path of healing and independence. He saw the light at the end of the tunnel but getting there would be impossible alone. Rhyme sighed softly and relaxed against Samara as she spoke his name, his soft whimpers grew quiet.
”Yeah,” he answered her just as quietly unsure if he wanted to be awake. He felt so weak and incapable and he wondered to himself if Abaven would have been better off with his position switched with Shaye. He was worthless in this state and his existence an unnecessary weight to the pack he loved.