01-16-2016, 12:53 AM
I'm looking for the sky to save me,
looking for a sign of life
looking for a sign of life
For a brief, tiny moment, there is a small piece of happiness. Carys’ weak smile widens as the twins stumble to their feet, take their first steps and their first drink of milk. They are such sweet, innocent things - so beautiful and perfect.
And then of course, there he is.
Though he doesn’t necessarily spend a lot of time with her, Carys is always aware of Kirin’s presence, or at the very least, the presence of his family. They never, ever, leave her alone.
She’d tried to run, once. Tried to flee and take her unborn child(ren) with her (Kirke was already far too desiring of her father’s favour to be saved).
But they’d caught her.
The memory surfaces for a moment, and her breath catches. Her once beautiful multicoloured wings hang limp and useless at her sides, broken thanks to the little ‘game’ they’d played with her when they’d caught her.
She hasn't tried to run since then.
Her head lowers as he approaches, trying not to see the smug smile that she knows must be there. She does not fail though, to see the way that Kirke leans into his touch, eager for his affection. How can her sweet child not see what’s happening here?
“Daddy, Mother says their names are Apothyx and Halocyn.” The girl smiles eagerly up into her father’s face, unaware of the potential anger her words could bring out in her father. Carys’ head lowers just a tiny bit more, avoiding his gaze. Will he care at all that she named them? Will he be angry that she took that special moment away from him? She almost hopes so, even though she knows his anger will not mean good things for her.
carys