Post by Abby/Blood Offerings on Jun 1, 2016 22:00:31 GMT -8
She pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders as she stepped out onto their private balcony. The stars were bright around the Moon, and they drew her gaze readily. For the thoughts she was having, the stars made the most sense. They would change less over the course the following centuries than would anything else.
And she was beginning to think in the longer term.
A part of her was worried that she would go mad, as time wore on. She’d seen the effect eternity had, and though she would never voice it aloud, she was terribly afraid. Afraid that she would be crushed under time. Afraid that she would grow bored as there grew to be less and less of what she hadn’t seen before.
Afraid that he wouldn’t love her when she found him again.
So she kept herself busy. Filling each waking moment with activity, never allowing herself to think of what she had lost. Of what she had before her. Eternity. Years of waiting for him to return to her. Her turn to take the long way.
Building the Freehold, and the relations that went with it, were doing a very good job of keeping her days occupied. She’d been able to almost forget the lonely hours at night for at least a little while. But she missed him. After a month, she still wasn’t able to trick herself into sleeping easily. The bed was too big, too cold, and too empty for comfort.
As the tears came again, as they did every night, she felt the weight of what was ahead of her bear down on her soul. Once again, as she did every night, she wondered if she’d be able to make it. Wondered if she was strong enough.
“Come back quickly, my heart. I am empty without you.”
And she was beginning to think in the longer term.
A part of her was worried that she would go mad, as time wore on. She’d seen the effect eternity had, and though she would never voice it aloud, she was terribly afraid. Afraid that she would be crushed under time. Afraid that she would grow bored as there grew to be less and less of what she hadn’t seen before.
Afraid that he wouldn’t love her when she found him again.
So she kept herself busy. Filling each waking moment with activity, never allowing herself to think of what she had lost. Of what she had before her. Eternity. Years of waiting for him to return to her. Her turn to take the long way.
Building the Freehold, and the relations that went with it, were doing a very good job of keeping her days occupied. She’d been able to almost forget the lonely hours at night for at least a little while. But she missed him. After a month, she still wasn’t able to trick herself into sleeping easily. The bed was too big, too cold, and too empty for comfort.
As the tears came again, as they did every night, she felt the weight of what was ahead of her bear down on her soul. Once again, as she did every night, she wondered if she’d be able to make it. Wondered if she was strong enough.
“Come back quickly, my heart. I am empty without you.”