Hushed Willows Kissing up on fences and up on walls on the way home

she woke to the pressure of a child barreling into her stomach. seconds passed before she could really comprehend what had taken place, what had cause Prialux to even want to come near her. it was not by any affection she held for the mother, and as much as she was startled, she felt afraid. it had become and instinct of hers to tremble in the face of commotion, and she looked up, thoughts drifting to the possibility that He had come; chasing the daughter to her side. she could not bring herself t believe that the tiny girl had sought her out of anything but fear, and in which case, she was right. 

coming to her senses, she leaned down, touching the girl with her nose in some sign of safety; gently. but it was then she tasted blood and the scent of Eros filled her nose and pure fear overwhelmed her. it was what she had feared all throughout their existence; they were becoming as of Him. it was He and His genes that would turn them savage upon their own blood, that her sons would adopt the ways of their father and wreck havoc upon them all. she struggled to contain the tears that threatened to flow, knowing she could not do so in the presence of a child who had first sought out to seek grace. curling inwards in attempt to bring the girl closer, she herself, the one that had initially cast them away, sought to the girl for her own comfort. this one, she could save. silently, she simply lay clutching her daughter both of fear of what her sons could do and what they could do to her daughter, the one untouched by kierkegaard's brutality. she could not let it happen, that the girl be exposed to such violence descended by the ghost himself. in a way, she hoped to save the girl like she could not save herself; only this time, she could not fail. not after long, she began to clean the blood from her child's wounds.