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05-19-2015, 10:25 AM
Did a mother’s love run deeper than any other? Was it true that she loved more than a father? Déodat was truly unsure. For since his return he couldn’t help but feel the weight of worry upon his shoulders. The stress of what had befallen his eldest daughter. While Arya thrived within the rigid north, who knew where Mirabella was. Had she gotten hurt? Was she even alive. All the questions wracking his mind and it hurt. Stung like a dagger driving it’s way through his heart and gradually eating away at what remained. Was it wrong of him to not be content with his daughter that remained? Or was it acceptable he longed to see the face of his eldest girl?
Mirabella weighed heavily upon him for some reason. His eyes hollow and mind in distant places. What if the Moon Goddess had taken his child? What if she had been a hidden corpse left alone to be nothing but ash? The fear caught in his throat and he could almost feel tears swelling up. But he wouldn’t cry. No, he might be a man of passion but he wasn’t one of such petty weaknesses. No, he would remain strong and cling to the thin thread of hope that his daughter would return.
What if all of this is because I failed her as a father? He asked Odette as he came up near the entrance. He stopped for a moment when he a pair of figures off in the distance. The call hadn’t gone unnoticed by his ears, and obviously not others as one appeared to be Hotaru, and the other remained unfamiliar. Quietly he crept forward with both ears perked in curiosity. It was when he drew closer that the composure on his face broke and emotion consumed him. Relief, guilt, love, and other things he couldn’t quite pin down.
“Mira,” he muttered. He ran to her and he could hear Odette yelp with delight. He brushed passed Hotaru, paying her little mind for the moment. All he did was take in the sight of his daughter, his typical frown etched away from his face. “Oh my gods, Mira.” Questions spiral through his mind, but for the moment he remains still and silent.
@[Mirabella] @[Hotaru]
Mirabella weighed heavily upon him for some reason. His eyes hollow and mind in distant places. What if the Moon Goddess had taken his child? What if she had been a hidden corpse left alone to be nothing but ash? The fear caught in his throat and he could almost feel tears swelling up. But he wouldn’t cry. No, he might be a man of passion but he wasn’t one of such petty weaknesses. No, he would remain strong and cling to the thin thread of hope that his daughter would return.
What if all of this is because I failed her as a father? He asked Odette as he came up near the entrance. He stopped for a moment when he a pair of figures off in the distance. The call hadn’t gone unnoticed by his ears, and obviously not others as one appeared to be Hotaru, and the other remained unfamiliar. Quietly he crept forward with both ears perked in curiosity. It was when he drew closer that the composure on his face broke and emotion consumed him. Relief, guilt, love, and other things he couldn’t quite pin down.
“Mira,” he muttered. He ran to her and he could hear Odette yelp with delight. He brushed passed Hotaru, paying her little mind for the moment. All he did was take in the sight of his daughter, his typical frown etched away from his face. “Oh my gods, Mira.” Questions spiral through his mind, but for the moment he remains still and silent.
@[Mirabella] @[Hotaru]
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