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24.Jun.12, 07:33 AM
Tal didn't resist as he felt B'jin pull him down. He felt safe with B'jin, safer than he ever had with anyone in his life except for her. He'd better trust B'jin, because she was gone now. As he sank into the covers beside B'jin, Tal took a moment to think about that strange comparison. The feelings were different, that was sure. He loved Fiora and he loved B'jin, but it was a different kind of love. B'jin could never replace her. No one could.
No one would ever, ever replace her. Tal swallowed hard and leaned willingly into B'jin, clutching tightly to the man. How had it come to this again? Crying in B'jin's shoulder over such things?
Talian relaxed at length, his body quivering lightly with unshed tears. B'jin's lullaby was oddly soothing. For a boy who'd never been much of a child, it was nice to be treated like one every so often. "I love you," the healer whispered, still squeezing B'jin like his life depended on his grip.
It was nice to be treated like a child, but Talian had no intentions of acting like one anymore. This was the end of the road; his one last chance to mourn his family before the sting faded to numbness. It would never be okay. He would never forgive the Weyr for it's crimes against him. He would never stop loving her, or their little girl. But if he kept clinging to her across the ocean, he wasn't going to last much longer. He would drown himself.
In spite of his best efforts, he finally broke out into audible tears. He held himself against B'jin and exhausted himself with his wretched sobs, his senses and wits blurred by wine and memories. He wasn't sure how long it went on. It was wordless and intense, broken only by occasional gasps for breath.
What would Fiora do with her life now? What would her little girl grow up to be like? Tal realized then that it wasn't his place to wonder anymore. He wouldn't ever know, and that was best. They were making it without him. He would have to do the same. Bitterness permeated him, but at the same time, the mere thought of a child was alien to him.
It reminded him of the time he'd visited his old room at home after moving to Healer Hall. It was his room. His things were still there and it looked the same, but something was off. It was never quite the same after he moved out. It wasn't right anymore, it wasn't home. B'jin's news left the same uncomfortable feeling. Things would never be the same again.
Guess I'm over her now. Shards, he couldn't even imagine holding her in his arms anymore. They were dead.
Eventually, his energy was drained. He fell still and silent, awake but ultimately indifferent. He sighed and slumped. "I'm tired, B'jin..." he murmured. "...Thanks for staying with me. You didn't have to." He didn't explain, but he knew well that such an episode was much better with B'jin at his side. B'jin surely knew, too. The healer sighed and pulled one of his pillows under his head. "...I'm going to try to get some sleep, okay? I..."
What was he even trying to say?
"...I dunno. Good night, dad."
No one would ever, ever replace her. Tal swallowed hard and leaned willingly into B'jin, clutching tightly to the man. How had it come to this again? Crying in B'jin's shoulder over such things?
Talian relaxed at length, his body quivering lightly with unshed tears. B'jin's lullaby was oddly soothing. For a boy who'd never been much of a child, it was nice to be treated like one every so often. "I love you," the healer whispered, still squeezing B'jin like his life depended on his grip.
It was nice to be treated like a child, but Talian had no intentions of acting like one anymore. This was the end of the road; his one last chance to mourn his family before the sting faded to numbness. It would never be okay. He would never forgive the Weyr for it's crimes against him. He would never stop loving her, or their little girl. But if he kept clinging to her across the ocean, he wasn't going to last much longer. He would drown himself.
In spite of his best efforts, he finally broke out into audible tears. He held himself against B'jin and exhausted himself with his wretched sobs, his senses and wits blurred by wine and memories. He wasn't sure how long it went on. It was wordless and intense, broken only by occasional gasps for breath.
What would Fiora do with her life now? What would her little girl grow up to be like? Tal realized then that it wasn't his place to wonder anymore. He wouldn't ever know, and that was best. They were making it without him. He would have to do the same. Bitterness permeated him, but at the same time, the mere thought of a child was alien to him.
It reminded him of the time he'd visited his old room at home after moving to Healer Hall. It was his room. His things were still there and it looked the same, but something was off. It was never quite the same after he moved out. It wasn't right anymore, it wasn't home. B'jin's news left the same uncomfortable feeling. Things would never be the same again.
Guess I'm over her now. Shards, he couldn't even imagine holding her in his arms anymore. They were dead.
Eventually, his energy was drained. He fell still and silent, awake but ultimately indifferent. He sighed and slumped. "I'm tired, B'jin..." he murmured. "...Thanks for staying with me. You didn't have to." He didn't explain, but he knew well that such an episode was much better with B'jin at his side. B'jin surely knew, too. The healer sighed and pulled one of his pillows under his head. "...I'm going to try to get some sleep, okay? I..."
What was he even trying to say?
"...I dunno. Good night, dad."
