Hushed Willows oh you should've been a mother, you should've been a wife

por mi @Seabreeze <3

slowly the clouds gathered over his heart begin to clear away. this is different from when tindómë fell apart and his thoughts were coated in darkness, impenetrable and grim.  his thoughts have not turned away from him, though they have been sluggish -- he is merely grieving. but just as it eventually got easier to face his lost childhood home, it gets a little easier to think about what he's lost here. queenie, alarian, solomon -- and a version of himself that he wants to shed. he can't ever totally, though, because it is trapped, kept alive through the history he carries every day, through mali and brilliance and seabreeze and even lily. 

the cowardly part of him thinks, sometimes, about starting over: taking a new name and fleeing. but even then he could never get what he really wants. and he loves them all too much to leave, really. so all that's left to do is learn to live with his own ghosts and actually talk to people again. 

he'll start with the one thats been historically the most helpful. delight combs through the willows, looking out for seabreeze -- sweet, gentle seabreeze, who took care of him when he was dying, who has tolerated his rowdy, poorly-raised children, who deserves more than delight can ever give her, but -- she needs him now. and he can give as much of himself to her to help her recover as he's able. that he can do.