It's the day of the dead,
she thinks as she stares at the words etched into the stone. She had
the gravestones erected so she had somewhere to direct her grief, it
was sentimental of her and she knows that and sometimes she catches
herself hating the very thought. When the little boy with the jade hair
appears at her side and hugs her knees asking her questions he's asked
a million times before, she knows the sentimentality is not such a bad
thing, for his sake, her grief had to be controlled.
The boy
runs off again, his young energy endless and contagious, she smiles as
she watches her aging lover take the boy under the arms, lift him up
and swoop him around, mirrored smiles radiating warmth and life. She
watches them play, father and son, and admires the way he keeps up with
the boy. Age has not slowed him and in many ways she is thankful for
this. Though they have both retired from the constant battle, it
reassures her to know he can still protect them. As she sits on the
step at the back of their house, she feels content for the first time,
finally she knows peace.
Under her fingers, she feels worn, wiry
fur and doesn't need to look to know that it is her faithful cat, too
old now to fight, but too stubborn to be anywhere but at her side. She
smiles down at him and swears she sees him smile back, he is not long
for this world and they both know it, so they cherish these moments and
the day she adds his gravestone to the collection at the end of the
garden will be the saddest she has yet experienced. But she doesn't
think of that, just enjoys the feel of his fealty under her touch and
the sight of her family enjoying the late summer sun.
When the
hour grows late and the wind cold, she stands on weary legs to call
them in but they do not heed her, she looks down and her cat has gone
too. Looking up she sees only light...endless light...and then...
Nothing.
Bolting
upright, Ferwyn blinks, she feels dazed and confused, trying to block
out the sun streaming through the windows from her nocturnal eyes. When
clouds roll by and block most of the light, she counts it as a blessing
and sits back against the headboard of her bed, watching the light play
across her lover's sleeping form. She smiles despite herself and ghosts
her hand across his back, the warmth radiating from his skin a stark
reminder of her dream.
Her other hand wanders to her stomach
and she definitely catches her heart pull when she feels the flat,
smooth muscle. She sighs at her own ridiculousness and swings her legs
around, placing her feet on the floor. Standing, she wanders to the
little balcony her room has and looks out over the gardens of the guild
hall. She chuckles quietly when she realises the house in her dream was
actually this hall, it gladdens her that she will never leave this
place.
With her hand once more on her stomach, she looks out into the world and smiles softly.
One day, little jade boy, but not now, I'll give you a better world first, then perhaps we shall meet.
Subject: It's the Day of the Dead... 
Sun Nov 01, 2009 7:45 pm
