#homebehind

but, no matter how he tried, he still ran into @homebehind. he tried to ignore how her face fell after he denied her that kiss, how she can barely look at him to this day. WHY DID HE GIVE THAT NECKLACE TO GWYN? what would elain do when she found out? his head hurt. azriel moves to sit down, a bench outside near the gardens. he rests his head in his hands, staring down at the dirt floor as his fingers thread through ebony hair.

pick up. pick up. pick up. luke knows she's awake. don't ask how he knows, he just knows. his hand shakes around the phone in his hands, a shitty little burner phone he bought just enough minutes for a call or two for. and he needs nell to pick up, even though it's two am, even though she has a life she should be living outside answering his calls at the middle of the night.

‘ mor! quick i need you — the — yes it’s important the door knob. can you get it for me? ‘

He had felt her absence. It was like the water had receded far from the shoreline, carrying rock and sediment away as it withdrew into itself. Perhaps the water thought it was safer out there-- tucked away from the world where few would risk the journey to meet it. Perhaps, if one were away from the world for some time, the pain would somehow be lesser and none would feel as though they themselves caused it. But it was in Lothíriel's absence that Éomer felt the heaviness of her heart.

And so he journeyed to her, following the trail left behind in the her absence. The lingering scent of salty air from her hair, little drips of paint that brought color to Meduseld, the pile of books that always brought a smile to her face. The small parts of her that were really not so small, but had always filled his heart. And as he made his way to her, striding forth boldly and with a countenance sharp and fell like his kin, there was also there in his eyes the worry and the mutual breaking of his own heart with hers.

Éomer found her in their chambers, and the sound of his boots upon the wooden floor came to a stop at the threshold. There he stood, brows pinched together, eyes carrying the worry, and shoulders lowering as if to acknowledge what she had held alone for so long.

'Why do you look upon me so?' came her question.

His verbal answer did not come first. Éomer closed the gap between them until he was there before her, enveloping her hands in his own. His eyes, which were of the earth, met hers, which were of the sea. There in his gaze was a sharing of all things, for it would always be so that the land was a bed, a floor, for the sea. The two would always be together.

"Because it is Alphros' birthday, and your heart is heavy," he answered, voice soft, yet still laying the truth bare before them.

       “What are they like, your sisters?” Amelia was unable to help her curiosity. She had Roman, and Marzell, Evander once too. The only person who she might consider a sister was Mya and well…all families were complicated that she could only assume that they would be strangers by now. Her father had a sister but her aunt lived so far away that she did not really know her as well as she might like, and her mother never talked about her family. “If it’s not too personal a question.”