10-12-2020, 09:49 PM
YADIGAR
there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got.
In another life, he would have let his heart run free on its stampede of rage and hurt and sorrow. He would have let it burst at the seams and finally tell her to her face that he cared for her so deeply. They would fall in love and start a family, and eventually retire to some quiet corner of the world away from everyone else.
But in this life, he choked the breath from his emotions and smothered his heart in its cradle. He feels nothing. He is nothing. When Yadigar lifts his head from drinking, he recognizes her silhouette despite the way her body has changed in death. Some part of him had wondered what became of her, yet the concern never found its way home in him. He approaches her just the same, however.
“You died again?” he asks before carefully combing the leaves and twigs from her mane with his pointed teeth. Of course, he hadn’t mentioned her absence to anyone else. Yadigar still preferred the idea of her ruling over the east even without his naive little heart thumping nervously against his ribs for her. He extends a leathery wing over her back in a loose grip to keep her from losing her balance.
“My father also died. Unlike you, he did not return,” he explains with a brief downward twitch in the corner of his mouth. There is plenty more he could tell her, he supposes, but he decides not to bombard her with all the news. He could only stomach so much when he first awoke, himself.
“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you.”
But in this life, he choked the breath from his emotions and smothered his heart in its cradle. He feels nothing. He is nothing. When Yadigar lifts his head from drinking, he recognizes her silhouette despite the way her body has changed in death. Some part of him had wondered what became of her, yet the concern never found its way home in him. He approaches her just the same, however.
“You died again?” he asks before carefully combing the leaves and twigs from her mane with his pointed teeth. Of course, he hadn’t mentioned her absence to anyone else. Yadigar still preferred the idea of her ruling over the east even without his naive little heart thumping nervously against his ribs for her. He extends a leathery wing over her back in a loose grip to keep her from losing her balance.
“My father also died. Unlike you, he did not return,” he explains with a brief downward twitch in the corner of his mouth. There is plenty more he could tell her, he supposes, but he decides not to bombard her with all the news. He could only stomach so much when he first awoke, himself.
“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you.”