01-06-2021, 08:48 PM
She struggles, and it breaks his heart to see it. How much he wishes that they could discuss this, and put it behind them. For peace to reign in their lives again, until her warrior's heart pulls her away again.
Her hesitation breeds worry in him the longer it draws on, and when she speaks again he knows that peace was a fool's dream. His dream. He is aghast at first, eyes wide with the absurdity of what she has said. Warlight was an impulsive being, something he'd equally adored and railed against in their time together. But never once had he doubted her faith in him.
Tonight, he still did not. She was the dearest treasure of his heart, and he knew her mind like his own, knew that her seeking a gods favor was not the same as seeking it's child. If she spoke truth, and would indeed bear this immortal's offspring, he believed it was not get choice.
Violence like he rarely felt reared its head, ugly and hungry. He wanted retribution for the damage done his wife, to fight the god who'd taken what wasn't his, and given what wasn't wanted in turn. How desperately he wanted to believe that righteous indignation was enough to bring justice. That being brave enough, strong enough, could make things right.
How miserable it was to be wrong.
"How could you let this happen?" He growled low in his throat. She had not gone asking for this. Of course she hadn't. But in lieu of the Dark God, she was here, and she was the only outlet he could find in the dark for his wrath at reality. "How could you put yourself in this position? And for what? A drop more power? Was it worth debasing yourself for this 'gift'?" He hated himself with every word, and could not stop their pouring out.
It was a muted explosion, a quiet howling of pain and anger that he very much hoped their sleeping children would not wake for. His mouth twisted in a sour curl. What kind of child would be produced of this union, he wondered. Would his wife bear a monster? Would they be obligated to keep it? Thousands of questions spun in his head, with no answers to satisfy him in reach.
@[Warlight]
Her hesitation breeds worry in him the longer it draws on, and when she speaks again he knows that peace was a fool's dream. His dream. He is aghast at first, eyes wide with the absurdity of what she has said. Warlight was an impulsive being, something he'd equally adored and railed against in their time together. But never once had he doubted her faith in him.
Tonight, he still did not. She was the dearest treasure of his heart, and he knew her mind like his own, knew that her seeking a gods favor was not the same as seeking it's child. If she spoke truth, and would indeed bear this immortal's offspring, he believed it was not get choice.
Violence like he rarely felt reared its head, ugly and hungry. He wanted retribution for the damage done his wife, to fight the god who'd taken what wasn't his, and given what wasn't wanted in turn. How desperately he wanted to believe that righteous indignation was enough to bring justice. That being brave enough, strong enough, could make things right.
How miserable it was to be wrong.
"How could you let this happen?" He growled low in his throat. She had not gone asking for this. Of course she hadn't. But in lieu of the Dark God, she was here, and she was the only outlet he could find in the dark for his wrath at reality. "How could you put yourself in this position? And for what? A drop more power? Was it worth debasing yourself for this 'gift'?" He hated himself with every word, and could not stop their pouring out.
It was a muted explosion, a quiet howling of pain and anger that he very much hoped their sleeping children would not wake for. His mouth twisted in a sour curl. What kind of child would be produced of this union, he wondered. Would his wife bear a monster? Would they be obligated to keep it? Thousands of questions spun in his head, with no answers to satisfy him in reach.
@[Warlight]