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this hurts my heart. T-T

the accusation of everything falling apart when he left? he could handle. he'd already wondered as much on plenty of occasions without her confirmation. to have it now did not really faze him. teaghlaigh was gone and that was in the past; and truthfully ( if not cruelly ) it didn't bother him. he'd never had the opportunity to get to know his pack-mates all that well and arturo was never his favorite parent anyway.

mama died looking for you.

for a moment wintersbane stopped breathing as if her words are a wall of arrows that hit their mark: piercing his lungs and splicing through his heart. they cut and they sting. deep and painfully to the marrow of his bones, into his soul. he draws in a ragged breath as his lungs ache for the oxygen he'd momentarily deprived them of. his chest puffs with indignation and burning ire as his pain lashes outward and onto his expression in the hard gleam of his glacial eyes, in the curl of his lip over sharp canines.

that. fucking. hurt.

wintersbane'd wondered that too. if he was the reason lotte had died. dream lotte had said that he wasn't but had that really been his mother? or had that been his subconscious trying to assuage his guilt and tell him what he wanted to hear? he wasn't blameless. he knows this. but he did not want to carry around the burden of knowledge that he was the catalyst for the death of the nightingale queen. he was a mama's boy, always had been; beyond that he absolutely worshipped her. though he welcomes the deities of the dark woods into his life they shared their ascension to godhood in his mind with lotte ansbjørn.

his body feels like stone. he wants to hurt her back. he wants her to feel the pain she has inflicted upon him too. forever, as he will have to feel the wound she's torn open. for how does a wound like that ever heal? it doesn't. how easy would it be to allow sithis and mephala into his heart? he can feel them: the daedric prince and the dread father. malliadh is flesh and blood. and yet ...and yet she hurt him first. that he is her flesh and blood had not appeared to have hindered her own attack despite that it had not been physical.

"kuinka sinä kehtaat!" he bellows at her in an inferno of rage and a tsunami of pain that threatens to burn and drown him all at once. he embraces the dark gods fully in his heart as he charges at his sister with teeth bared aiming to hit. anywhere. so long as he made contact. so long as she felt pain.