Sunset Valley darling don't you weep

For a moment, muscles stiffen beneath raven plumage. Her warmth is all encompassing, a comfort that he hadn't realized he craved. That he missed. Because gods as his witness, he'd fucking ached for her. There was not a day that went by where he hadn't thought of his mother, where he hadn't mourned her, where he hadn't been eaten alive by the guilt of leaving her behind. Moments where he'd yearned to turn back and run into her arms once again, to relive his short-time spent as a troubled child soothed by the calmness of his mother. 

He is stiff, until he is not. Until he cannot stand to be for another second. The raven prince slumps into his mother's weight and comfort, drawing her tight into his own arms. Burying his face into the crook of her neck where then, in the first time in years, he allows himself to unravel. A shuddered, heart-aching noise torn from the depths of his soul, muffled by the softness of her fur. Like a floodgate had been opened. Like he'd just come home to her. His body shakes with his cries, his brows furrowed as tears soak her pale coat. Throat raw and aching as he unleashed the torrent of torture bottled up for centuries.

A shattered man, far past repair, now reunited with the one woman who he thought the world of. "I'm so fucking sorry," his voice is shaky, broken. There are not enough apologies he could utter that could fix the damage he'd done, or fix the ache that might still haunt his mother. But there is a promise in his hold; he would not leave her again. 

"I'm a coward. I failed you, I failed Kaelith." Words spoken between cries and shudders, pressed reverently into her skin. The truth bared to the one person who wouldn't strike him for it. Had he not been so eager to leave, so eager to disobey and disrespect his father, he could have helped her. Stayed with her, comforted her while Adonis' turned sour. When his temper would flare and when his desire would lead him into another woman's bed. He could have stopped it...couldn't he?