Hushed Willows thing one thing two

typically, the mini kierkegaard did not understand a word she said, instant shooting her a look of both curiosity but also a mirror image of the resentment she, the majority of the time, greeted them with. it was a strange feeling, to realize that the child she had pushed out of her also hated the fact that it had her as a mother. perhaps, now it would understand. repeating the names given now that their attention was focused, she spoke loud and clear as if to drill their given names into their memories. "kavos," she looked unwavering to the son, before switching to the other, "eros,". that was when they started to climb.

the feeling of being smothered by pups was something she had grown accustomed to, yet, nothing was like this. as soon as she paid them the slightest of attention, they seemed to yearn for her love; the son and daughter in turn burying themselves in her fur as if they would never feel her eyes upon them again. in a way, they were partially right. nothing about the desperation of the children triggered the slightest bit of empathy within her. after all, she had only given them a name, not a piece of her soul. "no, girl, would you-" the daughter lapped furiously at her chin and without any coordination, causing the woman to recoil at the feeling of gratified affection coming from the child. "eros! stop. bad," she had never used that word before, and had never had to. most days she left them unregulated and with themselves; them, paying her the respect and distance she needed on most occasions. yet, this was a turn, something she had no experiance with nor the patience to handle it at all. leaning her head back and pushing them down with her fore paws, she knew she could not deny them the physical touch for very long. "okay, you must stop now, children, no no NO!" impatience turned to frustration and she jumped up, no doubt shocking the children at the abrupt and hostile action. heavy breaths struggled to escape her, feeling as though her whole throat had swollen and increased in size as she stood, a gaze of utter terror upon the wiggling forms of her children.