04-07-2019, 07:55 PM
“Yes, that's right. There are so many names. It's hard to remember.” The words issued blandly, her expression captivated by concentration while the thoughts still hovered by the surface. “She answered all the same.”
The kin shifted, moving the patterns of his skin from view. Nim's gaze rose to the watching wolf revealed beyond his shoulder. The weight of her emotions dropped like a pebble into the depths, and Nim dropped with it. She sat on the rocks below. Her legs outstretched, watching the ice creep stiffly into the fabric across her thighs. Peeked from the ends, blood streaked her ankles where the rocks tore her feet as she'd scrambled from the water.
She hated the reminder of old things, a past that rushed in waves. Apologies barely rippled the surface no matter how honestly she offered them. How could she feel guilt for things she could not remember? How could she atone when these hands were not the bloody ones? “I know. Sin weights my shoulders. It stains me from another time, before you or I. Your friend remembers. I do not.”
The name suited the old one. She was not afraid of the bite, and perhaps one day the softness of her nature would welcome it, if she thought it would salve ancient wounds. Her gaze tugged up with the lowness of a growl. He towered like the highest cliff, but it was hurt rather than fear that pinched her brow. “The answer is here. I cannot leave even if you wish it.”
The kin shifted, moving the patterns of his skin from view. Nim's gaze rose to the watching wolf revealed beyond his shoulder. The weight of her emotions dropped like a pebble into the depths, and Nim dropped with it. She sat on the rocks below. Her legs outstretched, watching the ice creep stiffly into the fabric across her thighs. Peeked from the ends, blood streaked her ankles where the rocks tore her feet as she'd scrambled from the water.
She hated the reminder of old things, a past that rushed in waves. Apologies barely rippled the surface no matter how honestly she offered them. How could she feel guilt for things she could not remember? How could she atone when these hands were not the bloody ones? “I know. Sin weights my shoulders. It stains me from another time, before you or I. Your friend remembers. I do not.”
The name suited the old one. She was not afraid of the bite, and perhaps one day the softness of her nature would welcome it, if she thought it would salve ancient wounds. Her gaze tugged up with the lowness of a growl. He towered like the highest cliff, but it was hurt rather than fear that pinched her brow. “The answer is here. I cannot leave even if you wish it.”