Wapun Meadow the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen
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What he was saying was blasphemous. Those words from anyone else would have been met with righteous anger, possibly even removal from Ursus by her own paws and teeth. 

But they came from Aves, her husband and now father of the children that likely grew within her. She loved him, and she had always known which she would choose if it ever came down to him or the bear. She just never actually thought she would have to make this decision. It felt like two parts of her own heart were violently battling each other. She feared the wrath of the bear, but she feared losing Aves more. She could handle whatever came next so long as he was with her.

She continued her fight against the stupid tears that seemed to be less under her control every day. She worked silently on composing herself so that her inner battle didn't come through in her words. Whatever you want, I will try to make it happen, Arielle softly promised. She wasn't quite able to keep the desperation from her gaze, though she didnt realize it. There were very few things she wouldn't do for him. If forsaking the bear meant that he could find some kind of peace, then she would. The silent promise made hurt sear through her chest but she ignored it. This was how it needed to be. I don't want you to get hurt anymore. She would deal with everything else.
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RE: the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen - by Arielle - May 22, 2022, 10:06 AM