Moonspear love is a many splendored thing

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The lamb’s addled mind struggled to contend with  her druthers, not entirely sure she could trust her own mind at that moment — but not strong enough to turn a blind eye to it. She did not know how long she laid upon the precipice, hanging her head off the bluff and feeling the cut of the rock press against the delicate underside of her throat. Her gaze, listless; her entire body, languid. The intensity of her emotions had abated, only to be replaced with that comforting sense of bespoke nothingness that whispered gently to her.

If you can’t do it for the gods, do it for yourself. Your life is not fair. Only then will you know happiness.

Indeed, this life has turned out not to be fair! Olive wanted to place the blame upon others just as much as she wanted to take that weight upon her own shoulders. The faces of Arturo and Isley, Lotte and Dakarai often arose in her third eyes and never failed to evince some curious mix of sorrow and longing from her soul — and  though she struggled not to remain bitter about the blights of the past, it was, truly, the future that concerned her most. But it didn’t have to be that way.

One small movement, that’s all it’ll take. The pain will cease. 

They would miss her, but not for long. Her memory would fade just as her body would decompose and fade from the jagged rocks below. Life would continue. Seasons would change. The sun would rise and set. The moon would wax and wane — all without her. Life would trudge on with or without her presence. The thought was comforting; comforting enough that the waif began to inch her scarred body closer to the edge until almost her entire chest hovered above the open air. It was agonizingly slow work, but in the end, all she needed to do was shift her weight and her entire life would be sent careening towards her ultimate fate. If she was to die someday, why not now? Why survive this torture when she would, eventually, meet the same end?

A hollow slip of the rocks and a small, cub-like cry tore Olive from this self-imposed prison. Somehow, without seeing or knowing what it was — she knew.

“Cass!”

Had the pale woman misstepped, she would have certainly met the end that she so desire moments before. But her pointed paws found purchase upon the thin bluff and her body fluttered to the epicenter of the sound and her mind did not touch the concept of suicide again.

When her eyes met those of her only daughter’s, the miniature version of the husband she had lost, Olive’s breath hitched her her throat and she could not find it. Her heart seared with hurt and questioning, but her mind did not have the space to mull over these emotions as she had before. The priority now was her progeny; hurt and hanging onto a rock face by the catch of her tiny, nascent limb. Controlling her voice carefully, Olive crooned. “Mommy’s here. Stardust, it will be alright” The mother looked up and her eyes darted nervously in an attempt to understand her new options. There was a moment when Olive believed there were none — that Cassiopeia would lose her unintentional foothold and her small body would fall and crumple as Olive wished her own would — and her fate would be seal. Then, the true hatred of the omnipotent would be known.  Biting her tongue and tasting blood, the slight woman braced her weight and peddled her front half down the steep slope — but it was not enough to reached the shadowed girl; her only babe.

“Just… reach for me, baby, please,” 

“Reach for me…”

Through many struggles, mother and child were eventually reunited. Huddled together and shivering for the fright, Olive whispered many maternal promises in the small girl's ear... the smallest replica of the father she had never stopped loving.