#lasanslayed

          words spoken so lightly with the intend to pierce a heavy heart ; he grieves, not over the death of their brotherhood in this given moment, but over the sensation of loss he feels as the value of every memory in their childhood disintegrates. in youth, they had been happy. long before corruption and the pressuring emphasis regarding titles and inheritance had overwhelmed the strength of their bond, these words would have meant something to him. they would have been without any alternative, without any ulterior motives involved.

    it reminds him of their father, and the rare moments he took notice of his existence so long as there was a purpose behind it. he has LEARNED since. and after years of consistent disappointment when getting his hopes up, after absorbing every insulting and belittling blow placed on his name, never again will he allow himself to willingly fall for this facade.

        ❛   i  love  you.   ❜    she  speaks  flatly,  addressing  them  both  without  glancing  to  either  one  -------  she  cannot.  as  though  she  anticipates  never   seeing  either  one  again  (  it  is  not  something  she  hopes  for  ;  it  is  the  state  of  matters.  the  truth. )  and  so  a  heavy  silence  befalls  the  room.  for  she  is  vulnerable  and  these  are  dangerous  words.  there  is  a  heave,  a  longing  ache  in  her  ribs.  at  last,  she  finishes  ;    ❛  so promise me.  promise  me  that  you  will  come  back  to  me.  ---------  please.   ❜

    she’s  been  quiet  for  sometime  now  ;   dark  eyes  glued  to  the  view  of  reddish - orange  hues  painting  the  sky,  the  blemish  of  blues  and  violets  creeping  where   the  suns  seemingly  kiss  the  prairie  flat  lands  out  in  the  distance.  unlike  him  she  prefers  sunsets   -------   something  about  them  have  always  felt  safer  as  opposed  to  sunrises.  it  signified  that  another  day  treading  the  line  of  danger  had  safely  ended.  the  worry  was  over.  for  now.  it  was  enough  for  her  to  sleep  soundly.

   he  approaches  from  behind.  it  was  as  if  she  had  never  even  noticed  his  tardiness,  no  doubt  a  work - related  delay.  he’ll  always  kiss  her  and  tell  her  to  pay  no  mind  (  A  STUPID  REMARK  ;  she  is  the  minister.  she  is  going  to  hear  of  it  inevitably  )  and  she  tries.  she  tries.  but  sometimes  he  is  gone   --   yanked  from  her  arms  night  after  night  --  and  gone  for  days,  weeks.  it  drags.  marcella  vocalizes  her  worries  now  since  she’s  self  aware,  asking  the  whereabouts  of  papa  and  never  satisfied  with  her  mother’s  facade  of  confidence  that  he’ll  be  back  soon.  that  is  a dangerous  place  to  bet  but  has  she  ever  been  wrong  ------- ?  he’s  come back.

                                           (  NOT ALWAYS UNHARMED THOUGH. )

   oh, the woes of a feigned illness are nothing new to her per say -- she has dealt. she has suffered. she even waged on for the sake of her duties. -- but the dramatization of this present day might have caused unintentional chaos in the household ( one not of the ordinary in their case; now that is troublesome. ) and it came in the form of MARCELLA; sobbing and running to the door at first available opportunity, before any shrills of joy or acts of clinging onto her father’s legs, instead announcing her misled belief that her mother was dying. 

        not her fault, the poor thing. ( mothers simply do not get sick; they are without weakness and all-knowing creatures. ) and not his fault either, for nearly bolting down the door of their fresher under the assumption she’d collapsed. it’s fixable, it’s all fixable ... aside from THIS. she withheld the truth for so long, if only for the sake that everything was going HEAVENLY now. a marriage was on the brink. newfound trust had been established. they were, for the first time in the longest time or perhaps simply for the first time, a family. that was new but the happiness accompanying it was not; it was a feeling she had felt once before -- and then it was .... it ran into a complication. 

     their eldest had been unplanned, truthfully. and in another time, unwanted by her father. it was not a personal bias per say, it was directed towards ALL children. would he even react pleasantly ... ?