Help me out before I drown
Save me now before I give up
Cress has raised him on a pedestal that he had never deserved to sit on. Had he been kind when he had raged as the bear? When he had attacked Ellyse and Dahmer’s child in a fit of madness and tore at the flesh of his own chest, after being broken in Carnage’s lair for a second time? Was he an old soul or just a destroyed soul now? Perhaps he would have been happy with Cress just as perhaps he might have been happy with the girl of glass, Adaline. He had chosen Ellyse though. He had chosen a toxic broken relationship with a mare that held her heart for another and that was his cross to bear.
If only he had known about Dawn.
Maybe it would have been different.
The tears in her eyes catch him off guard and he wonders if he had offended her in some way. Before he can manage another apology, she speaks and he’s not ready for the icy coldness that suddenly wraps around his crystal heart. Cress was her mother. Was. A slight ache caresses the jagged edges of the crack in the glass but he doesn’t get a chance to linger on the pain of her death. Not when Dawn introduces herself as his daughter.
His dark eye can only stare at her, the gold flecks turning molten as the world seems to spin around him. There had only ever been Joaquin and Joplin. A third? He begins to stammer that it’s impossible until a memory suddenly swoops in, a reminder of that night he spent with Cress. After he had been fully broken by Ellyse’s betrayal and the cell in the Mountain. He had found Cress again and despite his incoherentness had been drawn to her fire. Drawn to the mare that had screamed in the cell next to his, one that had not betrayed him.
He had failed the twins.
As he gazes at Dawn, a mare grown, who had lived her whole life without him… The shame and guilt rise in his chest, consume him from the inside out. He burns alive with his failure and inadequacies.
He had let her down too.
“I’m so sorry.” Is all he can say, that haunted look returning to the ravaged planes of his face. “I didn’t know.” I didn’t know you existed. And even if I had… I was a mad beast. I would have failed you anyways. Things he wishes he could say but can’t find the words. The bear within him is unusually quiet, as if it senses something important. A flicker of a thought, more guilt submerging him under the weight of a shameful wave, of the one thing he had always been scared of. He had worried about it with the twins and now he can’t help but wonder if his curse had been passed to this child. If she had been burdened with a beast that she hadn’t asked for. He can’t bring himself to ask her, still in a state of disbelief and denial that a secret daughter was standing before him. Did this mean that somewhere the twins still lived as well?
“Dawn.” He finally manages again, fighting against his anxiety that lodges thickly in his throat. “Your mother…” What happened? He means to finish but instead it just lingers as an unasked question. His one eye unable to fully meet her own dark ones, so similar to his own. Instead he takes in the gold of her skin, the star and horn that graces her forehead. His daughter. His living breathing daughter.
Ledger
@[Dawn] Um same tho
