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11-20-2016, 11:18 PM
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The harshness in his sisters gaze and voice choked the air of all its ambience until it had drowned and all that remained was silence. It was certainly not a good silence, but it wasnt a dark silence, nor was it evil. It was filthy and crude, shameful and awkward. Tilneys smile could only fall, his gaze returning from the depths of the forest to the mirrored one belonging to Aelfwine. While she did glare, she also gazed back at him with truth. She spoke ot him with concern, not out of angst.
It was dark news she came to him with. Had she heard a horrible rumor about him through the grapevine? Had someone decided to tear him down? Or was it something true. When the words left her mouth, the words that spoke of not being true to Arah, Tilneys entire gaze and skull tore away. He dare not look at her, because his only answer could be to confirm the hideous news. It was true, he had layed with not just one other but two others. While dispairing her loss he had indulged and he had abused not only her trust but the women he had engaged with. To tell Aelfwine that it was true however, to allow those words to pass his lips were impossible. Eyes clenched shut and teeth slightly bared the ginger man tore himself away, walking a few paces back towards the greenhouse. And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse for him, or for Aelfwine, she told him of the womans pregnancy... and twins. Tilneys breathing had increased, his lungs begining to heave. It seemed all his dispair, every mistake had come to this one final enchore, but how would he endure? First he gave an almighty stomp, the king he had never given to the earth before. Then came an almighty roar. He shouted at the gods for taking Arah from him, or maybe even giving her to him. They had dangled the very fruit of life before him, and now that he was one gasping breath away they snatched it up. Downwards he had fallen, like an angel from heaven with wings ripped from their back. How could he rebuild? There were others he had destructed in the process, other women and now children soon to be born out of his mess. And then came a tear. It rolled cown his cheek, staining it along the way. The stallion stumbled, his ballance off thrown as he hung his head in silence for what seemed like hours. "Aelfwine," he whispered "Please help me" |
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