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11-24-2016, 04:42 PM
She calls, and they come. It does not escape your notice that they are slower, fewer than before. It had been a steady leak as one and then another had left, the numbers slowly dwindling over time. You have, in seldom moments when your attention has not been focused on your son, the misfortunes and heartache that have been eating holes within your soul, noticed that you have been seeing less of the familiar faces that you have known since the beginning, more strangers, and even more that you have only seen once before they, too, have disappeared. It has not escaped you that your home, those that you have chosen (though maybe not as a whole) as your family, has been slowly unraveling. Even as the Valkyrie begins, throwing down glinting armor into the fresh snow, you keep your distance from the group, your body sore and tired from the short, chilling walk from your cave nestled within the dusted trees – a cave you would still be resting in were it not for the pesky feeling of duty. You cannot help but to smirk at yourself for being so ridiculous, your shoulders rolling slowly as you try to convince yourself that this whole thing will be for the better. You watch as her speech carries on, a speech meant to ignite and rally those that still cling to the promise of the Basin. Her frustration is clear, and as she ends and Deimos begins, there is something… worn about it all – and maybe that is just you, not them in their fervent belief in something better, something greater, just you and the darkness of a hopelessness that sits heavy in your chest, because others begin to rally. Your eyes catch sight of familiar blue before you actually understand what you are seeing; hear the hum of his voice before you grasp what he is saying. Unbidden pride blooms within you, and it takes all of you not to embrace him, embarrass him, to worry for him. There is a blur of white, followed by an obnoxious noise that steals your attention away as a young goat leaps on to Hotaru’s back. The action is met with quiet mirth, especially as its girl races to profusely apologize before returning to the crowd. There are even more new faces, faces that speak of their abilities and profess their loyalty. You wonder just how shallow those gestures are, just how long these strangers will stay. And then it is not a stranger that speaks up. Promote me, he says, and you snort quietly. You have still not forgiven him for the very first time you had met him, trailing (very vocally) behind a dangerous, if not just as ill-mannered girl into the Basin, and insults lay thick on your black tongue. It is only the memory of how it had fractured the masses, lead so many to leave, that you remain silent, too afraid of the repercussions to do any differently. |
* tldr: sits in the back, moping like always :'D
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