Ampere flew this patrol with a lackluster enthusiasm. She only even bothered to heed the task because Kygo urged her to, thinking that work of some kind, any kind, might alleviate some of her heartache. It had managed to in the past, but that had also been a different kind of ache. There was difference between a lover's spat and a lover's loss.
Still, Ampere went, intent upon praying to the gods when they got to their destination. Perhaps one of them could bring her clarity, or understanding, or reassurance of some kind. Ampere had never really though much about death before - what happened after? Was Gaucho just gone, a remnant only in her memories and the genetics of their children? Was he a star, shining down upon them at night; that seemed so ill-fitting for him (never mind that stars were actually on fire, they seemed like a dark sort of light, belonging to the night and the moon instead of the day and the sun. They were cold, Ampere imagined, which Gaucho could never be.). Was he part of the gods now, or the earth, or any thing?
Times like these Ampere wished she had more faith; even if a god did answer her, would she believe what they said? She was someone who took things for their face value, and to her, Gaucho was gone. That thought left a dark pit of despair for her to fall into, a clearly Gaucho-shaped pit.
She felt his weight too, and though she knew it wasn't actually him weighing on her, some sort of heavy specter on her back, she still marveled at the fact she could get airborne with it there.
The wind, normally something that could buoy her heart, was just a substance to travel on, a means to an end on this day.
What poor company she must be for her herd mate, a are she'd barely spared a glance to before wordlessly embarking with her. She seemed new, Ampere thought distantly, so what did she know of the loss of their leader? How could she ever sympathize with this hurt?
The veins neared soon enough and Ampere began to descend.
[sorry you get mopey Ampere :x ]
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[O] love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
