#moonspear

* — IN CHARACTER ASKS. ( always accepting )

— @moonspear.

"Too many, I'm certain," The softness of her voice belies the sorrow behind her words; their parting, heart-wrenching as it was, was nevertheless but a fraction of all the torment her beloved had to endure. For a century, no less. Isobel had to live in a world devoid of Aylin's light, or so she believed, only for a short time. She cannot imagine a hundred years of enduring such pain; she cannot imagine ever healing from such loss.

Her hands, far smaller, reach for her lover's own, guide Aylin's palm to cup her cheek, silvery gaze earnest as it seeks the other woman's eyes. A silent reply: you have to wish no longer. I am here, we are here. All may not be right in the world, but this, at least, was. Neither sorrow nor longing need exist between them now; for as long as they are together — for as long as Isobel lives — she knows they will not be apart again.

caring prompts | accepting

how heavy these words are, after what her goddess ( is she even that to her anymore? ) has long taught her. nightsongs' -- no, dame aylin's words leave her at a stand still for a long moment.

she's not alone?

loss, being by herself, it's all she's ever known. perhaps not, given the fact of her memory, so willingly ( was it? was it really? ) given away for the sake of the mission. this pain, what she's always thought to be a test, to prove herself to lady shar -- why does it suddenly feel so wrong now? why did she still her hand in the most crucial moment?

why was it that one memory she has, that always lingers, aylin knew about? it wasn't wolves, but her father.

' you promise? ' she wants to ask. she wants to be frail and weak, just once, and not feel so alone like she has for so many years. even now, shar's voice doesn't guide -- torment her, and perhaps that is the cruelest strike the dark lady could grant. to have shadowheart feel like she is alone for such a decision she's made.

yet as she stands now before aylin ( and isobel ) she feels nothing but a warmth : welcoming.

i hate your dad so much, god. i’m sorry synnie

same

guhhh its ok. im just really tired and hungry rn

and he made her cry and woke up the kid