Ea
06-11-2019, 02:51 PM
There is nothing here but time.
Time is slow, or fast, or nonexistent. Ea’s lost track of the days she’s spent here alone, without Ramiel or the comfort of the connection with her mother.
She was full of life, once. Fiery, vibrant. Sharp. But the afterlife has dulled her, made her a ghost of herself. She remembers how when she first arrived, she watched the bodies that surrounded her: listless, faded. It seemed so impossible that she would become one of them.
And yet.
Some days she thinks she’s disappeared altogether. Her physical body died long ago, but perhaps this is her real death: being forgotten by those still living. The most final death of all.
It seems pointless to walk the same shoreline once again, but she does so anyway. This is where I saw Ramiel after our years apart, she notes to no one in particular, pausing for just a moment before continuing on. A lifetime ago, it seems.
There is a figure ahead of her, more vivid than the others. Sharper around the edges. She’s planning to pass him by, trudging her way through the fog, until she hears him whisper. Her ears perk, swiveling towards him, and she finds her body moving towards him, legs heavy.
“Kha?” she chokes.
Her first son, missing since he was young, before the Reckoning. Memories flood back to her, of her and Ramiel and Kha and Sela curled together at night in the Dale, keeping each other warm; Kha following his older sister, her protector; how serious he was, even then.
Her coat becomes a little brighter.
“Oh, Kha, my sweet boy. You shouldn’t be here,” she says, nuzzling him affectionately. She thinks she can even feel when she touches him.
Time is slow, or fast, or nonexistent. Ea’s lost track of the days she’s spent here alone, without Ramiel or the comfort of the connection with her mother.
She was full of life, once. Fiery, vibrant. Sharp. But the afterlife has dulled her, made her a ghost of herself. She remembers how when she first arrived, she watched the bodies that surrounded her: listless, faded. It seemed so impossible that she would become one of them.
And yet.
Some days she thinks she’s disappeared altogether. Her physical body died long ago, but perhaps this is her real death: being forgotten by those still living. The most final death of all.
It seems pointless to walk the same shoreline once again, but she does so anyway. This is where I saw Ramiel after our years apart, she notes to no one in particular, pausing for just a moment before continuing on. A lifetime ago, it seems.
There is a figure ahead of her, more vivid than the others. Sharper around the edges. She’s planning to pass him by, trudging her way through the fog, until she hears him whisper. Her ears perk, swiveling towards him, and she finds her body moving towards him, legs heavy.
“Kha?” she chokes.
Her first son, missing since he was young, before the Reckoning. Memories flood back to her, of her and Ramiel and Kha and Sela curled together at night in the Dale, keeping each other warm; Kha following his older sister, her protector; how serious he was, even then.
Her coat becomes a little brighter.
“Oh, Kha, my sweet boy. You shouldn’t be here,” she says, nuzzling him affectionately. She thinks she can even feel when she touches him.
[okay I'm so sorry this is so bad]