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08.Jun.14, 03:49 AM
The contact was soothing, familiar; Indivara became aware of it slowly, rising from the depths of the uncaring pool of sorrow reluctantly. Time had seemed to stand still, and Indivara had no idea how much of it had passed, washed away with shared tears, and her arms around V’ler’s neck tightened slightly for a moment as she lifted her face from the crook of his neck. She was surprised, and not, to see the stains of tears on her friend’s face; one hand slipped over his shoulder and down V’ler’s chest before she lifted it and gently brushed the tears away from under his left eye. After a moment, she repeated the process on the other side of his face.
“You look hideous,” Indivara said softly, trying vainly for a teasing tone, but her voice was rough from crying and not very far above inaudible. Giving a sad little smile, Indivara leaned forward, placing a light kiss on V’ler’s lips; she could taste his tears. She let the kiss linger long enough to make her point, but the girl pulled back before he could respond, and Indivara licked her own subconsciously as she stared dully over his shoulder. Her eyes filled with tears once more as the loss made itself known, the heavy weight of it in the room waiting to suffocate them both, and Indivara gave a shaky sigh.
Jada had been so jealous when Indivara had told her she was pregnant; she was outright murderous when she had found out the child Indivara had borne was Valerian’s. Indivara had been confused, and hurt; she had figured it out eventually, but at the time all she had wanted to do (and she had!) was hit Jada for being so stupid. The goldrider had adored the little girl, a relief for Indivara who had been able to palm the child off on her friend for much of the time the Healers were being idiots. When Jada had found out she was pregnant, she had not been shy about confiding in Indivara that she quite thought their children would be a grand couple. Indivara had rolled her eyes.
Now, she was gone, and there would be no one to play match-maker for the poor children. There would be no one to storm up to, bitch about all the woes in the world, and have her understand because she was on the same page. No more Krypth, teasing her that Venseth was only good enough because he was blue, but he would have been so much better, if he were her’s. Indivara made no attempt to stop the tears that slowly tumbled down her cheeks. How could something so natural, take someone so healthy, while Indivara – who couldn’t even last a month without getting ill – did the same thing with no issues? It wasn’t fair!
Indivara closed her eyes, letting tears tumble free from under her lashes, as she did her best to listen to Venseth as the dragonet did his best to help sooth away the sudden fury. Indivara’s fingers fisted around a handful of V’ler’s shirt at his chest, the only outward sign of her anger, besides the play of emotions across her features. Indivara had never been one to feel in part, when she could be a raging monsoon of emotions.
“You look hideous,” Indivara said softly, trying vainly for a teasing tone, but her voice was rough from crying and not very far above inaudible. Giving a sad little smile, Indivara leaned forward, placing a light kiss on V’ler’s lips; she could taste his tears. She let the kiss linger long enough to make her point, but the girl pulled back before he could respond, and Indivara licked her own subconsciously as she stared dully over his shoulder. Her eyes filled with tears once more as the loss made itself known, the heavy weight of it in the room waiting to suffocate them both, and Indivara gave a shaky sigh.
Jada had been so jealous when Indivara had told her she was pregnant; she was outright murderous when she had found out the child Indivara had borne was Valerian’s. Indivara had been confused, and hurt; she had figured it out eventually, but at the time all she had wanted to do (and she had!) was hit Jada for being so stupid. The goldrider had adored the little girl, a relief for Indivara who had been able to palm the child off on her friend for much of the time the Healers were being idiots. When Jada had found out she was pregnant, she had not been shy about confiding in Indivara that she quite thought their children would be a grand couple. Indivara had rolled her eyes.
Now, she was gone, and there would be no one to play match-maker for the poor children. There would be no one to storm up to, bitch about all the woes in the world, and have her understand because she was on the same page. No more Krypth, teasing her that Venseth was only good enough because he was blue, but he would have been so much better, if he were her’s. Indivara made no attempt to stop the tears that slowly tumbled down her cheeks. How could something so natural, take someone so healthy, while Indivara – who couldn’t even last a month without getting ill – did the same thing with no issues? It wasn’t fair!
Indivara closed her eyes, letting tears tumble free from under her lashes, as she did her best to listen to Venseth as the dragonet did his best to help sooth away the sudden fury. Indivara’s fingers fisted around a handful of V’ler’s shirt at his chest, the only outward sign of her anger, besides the play of emotions across her features. Indivara had never been one to feel in part, when she could be a raging monsoon of emotions.
