"Let me in." from gale
a door lock turning, the quiet ache of wood beneath her feet, there is such silence in her fear β β β β ... β β β β such silence that everything feels so loud, even his voice. β β β β it reached through the waves of her rage, her hate, her love, the complex whirlwind of thoughts that stirred within her. β β β β gale is always good at giving them space, when it was needed, when it felt right β β β β β β β β β and even better, he knows when to break it, he knows when the time is right. β β β β they can feel each other even at a distance.
" β " β β β β they're silent at first, wide eyes passing through a quick series of emotions: β β β β affection, exhaustion, determination, and something they can't quite articulate. β β β β from no family, to one of her own, she cradles it with such an efficiency that it masks the anxiety of failing. β β β β " if she does anything to them, if she even tries β β β β β " β β β β their voice cracks, they swallow that uncertainty, and continue: β β β β " i will kill her, she surely knows that doesn't she? " β β β β mystra, not present physically but somehow ever around, a lingering haunt in each spell and each pass of her fingers over his body β β β β (she's there in the tears ashlyn wipes off of his face in their darkest nights). β β β β " this is my family, you, the twins, i can't β β β β ... β β β β we have to be more careful when they're learning magic, they have to, we have to β β β β β " β β β β their voice trails off, and suddenly her body feels heavy, like every emotion crashing. β β β β " i will kill her. " β β β β (@anoffering.)











