March 12, 2023, 04:33 AM
sorcha.
tamar's mouth moved to ask who this was but she found she could not.
antigone was leaving. antigone; her boy. her baby. he would not stay among them. worry and loss cut through tamar. she wanted to command, to demand. to forbid.
her throat clenched; she nodded silently at antigone's request, feeling backward in her inability to argue with him. he was not happy in epoch. how could she force him to stay?
she could not and would not.
"i love you, antigone," tamar said in a voice that felt as if it might waver away. she reached her arms for him; please.
tamar's mouth moved to ask who this was but she found she could not.
antigone was leaving. antigone; her boy. her baby. he would not stay among them. worry and loss cut through tamar. she wanted to command, to demand. to forbid.
her throat clenched; she nodded silently at antigone's request, feeling backward in her inability to argue with him. he was not happy in epoch. how could she force him to stay?
she could not and would not.
"i love you, antigone," tamar said in a voice that felt as if it might waver away. she reached her arms for him; please.
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RE: Misó - by Tamar - March 12, 2023, 04:33 AM