Hushed Willows thing one thing two

sooo overdue but for @Prialux, @Eros & @Kavos <3

slowly yet surely, the children had begun to pull away from her and into the world beyond. how long since their birth, she had begun to loose count; only the fact that they days got easier to push through carried on in her mind. and it was to her relief when she noticed their avoidance of large objects upon their travels, indicating their eyes had come if not the slightest bit blurred. from then on, she waited for the day that they could roam on their own and without her guidance. and until she herself would no longer need to stay trapped. yet as she watched the bastard litter tumble outside the den, she found herself unsure how she felt for the first time in so long. truly, they were all she had in the world. gone where they days that all she could feel was the pining for aaron, and now that her unrelenting hate for kierkegaard seemed to become so irrelevant, she had nothing else to turn to but them. from so much to so little, she felt only tethered to life but by three children. yet, never would she dare let them know. her desire to see one kierkegaard demonte burn in the pits of hell overruled any love she could have for her children, despite the fact that the very hate no longer ruled her life. it was a conflicting thing, a feeling she would never grasp. she watched as the trio woke the next morning. 

deciding that calling all three almost identical children You could no longer suffice, names for each had become mandatory. little did she care what they were called exactly, for a name was really — just a name. with no attachment given was a name decided for the eldest son, eros. a familiar title that had simply come out of the blue. sparing him not another glance, her eyes wavered on the next son. it was difficult, but ultimatly it was the sound of the two boy names together that sparked the tinest bit of satisfaction within her. leaning back to observe the three with a light smile upon her features, she noticed the girl. her smile dropped. narrowed optics searched the tiny girl's bodice as if a name would arise from within it's very being. "hmmm," the small woman peered at the daughter. "hmm," very tricky indeed. "ducky," the woman spoke finally, and searched for any sign the girl would answer her namesake. "toadly," "beasty" "wanda" no, no, no. sighing, the woman rolled her eyes, moving on to the sons and repeating their given names individually with a nudge, in hope that they were capable of remembering such a thing in the event she happened to forget their names herself.