09-07-2021, 03:14 PM
R I P T I D E
Did you know? she asks him, and his mind cannot begin to comprehend where this is leading.
He remembers their meeting, of course, because his encounters with women are so few that it was not difficult to keep them straight. And he is sure that somewhere in the back of his mind he had been aware of the risk they were taking, because he is not entirely naive. He knows exactly what sex can lead to, but for some reason had foolishly believed he could somehow be careful enough that it wouldn’t happen.
He watches her eyes, unable to hide the perplexed look that colors his face, and before he can ask her what she means by the question, she has continued, and despite the weight of the words, it seems to take ages for them to hit.
A daughter.
A daughter that she lost.
His daughter.
He stares at her as understanding slowly settles as a shadow into his snake-like eyes, and there is something like anger that begins to spark in his chest though he keeps it carefully in check. “How have you not seen her since she was two days old?” he asks her, the words measured despite the tension pulling through him. He was raised by a mother so fiercely protective that the very idea of he, or any of his siblings, being lost was unfathomable. Sabbath would have figured out a way to reduce every land to ash until she found them, and he knows Varick would not have been far behind. “How do you lose a child, Galadriel?”
He remembers their meeting, of course, because his encounters with women are so few that it was not difficult to keep them straight. And he is sure that somewhere in the back of his mind he had been aware of the risk they were taking, because he is not entirely naive. He knows exactly what sex can lead to, but for some reason had foolishly believed he could somehow be careful enough that it wouldn’t happen.
He watches her eyes, unable to hide the perplexed look that colors his face, and before he can ask her what she means by the question, she has continued, and despite the weight of the words, it seems to take ages for them to hit.
A daughter.
A daughter that she lost.
His daughter.
He stares at her as understanding slowly settles as a shadow into his snake-like eyes, and there is something like anger that begins to spark in his chest though he keeps it carefully in check. “How have you not seen her since she was two days old?” he asks her, the words measured despite the tension pulling through him. He was raised by a mother so fiercely protective that the very idea of he, or any of his siblings, being lost was unfathomable. Sabbath would have figured out a way to reduce every land to ash until she found them, and he knows Varick would not have been far behind. “How do you lose a child, Galadriel?”
— i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door —
@galadriel