Arrow Lake fall down a rabbit hole

The raw hurt of it all stemmed only from Stigmata’s words and his inability to complete them. The dove begged for patience to deal with her beloved—but the very real possibility that her expectations of him would be far too much for the dark General was not lost upon her, but they were concerns that she swallowed for now.

Her gaze would linger upon the sickly boy that Mahler came to care for, her heart fluttering with the knowledge that she could very well lose him. What was the breaking point for the new mother? She did not know.

For now, with careful eyes upon her boy and drifting every so often to Mahler, she would force a wane smile upon lips that had curved far more naturally and carefree in earlier years. Stigmata, Mahler and Takiyok—the trio were indescribably close, and she could not help but voice the final question she held on the matter for now. “Does she love him?”