06.Jun.18, 10:38 AM
When Jajojin wrapped her up in a hug, Madiquel shifted, settling herself across his lap and wrapping her arms around him so she could sob into his chest brokenly. Considering the day she’d lived through, she wasn’t surprised she’d had nightmares before she’d even really fallen asleep. What she was surprised by – and absolutely heartbroken about – was the theme her nightmare had taken. It took her a long while of being held by her Papa before Madiquel was able to quieten her distraught sobbing enough to stop, absolutely exhausted. She snuggled closer to Jajojin, yawning tiredly, her eyes half closed… until the image came back, and she jerked up, almost hitting her head against her Papa’s chin.
“Yes,” she said softly in answer to his question. She shuddered, trembling as the images of her subconscious came flooding back to her. “Ayontay Impressed,” she whispered, “and I dreamed… I dreamed…” She bit back a dry sob, looking up at her father with a soul crushing expression of heartbreak. She couldn’t form the words; not when her father had lived through that nightmare, and she was so afraid that if she actually said it, something might actually happen to Ayontay and Xyxyth and she couldn’t live with herself if that came about!
“Xyxyth is b-bronze,” she added, choking on the word as she buried her face back against her father, clinging to him desperately. If the Hatching hadn’t been such a disaster, maybe she would never have associated Ayontay’s Impression to bronze with her father’s loss of his beautiful Denath, but considering all the bloodshed and death and mayhem and the overall awfulness of the Hatching… well, it was probably normal to be flooded by such horrible thoughts. Right? There wasn’t something wrong with her, was there?
“I should b-be h-happy,” she cried, peering up at Jajojin brokenly. “B-but I’m n-not! I’m a h-h-horrible friend!” Sobbing again, she didn’t notice the way a subdued Clover crawled into her lap, making quite the little pile of them, and curled up reassuringly.
“Yes,” she said softly in answer to his question. She shuddered, trembling as the images of her subconscious came flooding back to her. “Ayontay Impressed,” she whispered, “and I dreamed… I dreamed…” She bit back a dry sob, looking up at her father with a soul crushing expression of heartbreak. She couldn’t form the words; not when her father had lived through that nightmare, and she was so afraid that if she actually said it, something might actually happen to Ayontay and Xyxyth and she couldn’t live with herself if that came about!
“Xyxyth is b-bronze,” she added, choking on the word as she buried her face back against her father, clinging to him desperately. If the Hatching hadn’t been such a disaster, maybe she would never have associated Ayontay’s Impression to bronze with her father’s loss of his beautiful Denath, but considering all the bloodshed and death and mayhem and the overall awfulness of the Hatching… well, it was probably normal to be flooded by such horrible thoughts. Right? There wasn’t something wrong with her, was there?
“I should b-be h-happy,” she cried, peering up at Jajojin brokenly. “B-but I’m n-not! I’m a h-h-horrible friend!” Sobbing again, she didn’t notice the way a subdued Clover crawled into her lap, making quite the little pile of them, and curled up reassuringly.