Falls
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on May 25, 2020 at 08:56:29 PM by y l v a
When Warsaw confirms her suspicions, a strange calm settles over Ylva. Her dark eyes lower to stare at nothing in particular, and her mind is as still as an empty pool. She feels as if she is floating outside herself in that moment, as if the physical plane on which she and Warsaw converse is far, far away. This is the same coping mechanism she had subconsciously employed that cold night years ago when Warsaw had got her with her first child, but in the moment it feels less like a coping mechanism and more like a kind of complete, fragile emptiness.
The strange lurching sensation of her unborn child shifting brings her back to the present just in time to process Warsaw’s words. Rot, she thinks at first, her expression unmoved by Warsaw’s offer, but then the tension in her face melts away. Torsten. She is ashamed to realize she had forgotten about her son. With all that had happened, Ylva’s first and only priority had been to high-tail it off Tinuvel, away from Liland’s remaining herd and all the memories she had made there, for good. Her grown twins were long gone, having left some time ago to begin their own lives, and so - with only herself and her unborn child to think of - Ylva’s sole objective had been to find somewhere quiet and peaceful for her to give birth and process what had happened. The reminder that she has not seen or heard from her firstborn son in months - or thought of him in weeks - is yet another wound on her soul. What a terrible, terrible mother she is. “Torsten,” she breathes in a half-whisper, and his name on her lips gives her enough strength to finally heave herself, with knees trembling, to her feet. The effort makes her head spin, but no longer having to crane her neck to meet Warsaw’s eyes fills her with a little more confidence. “A father?” But he’s so young, she thinks, before remembering that she had been a similar age when she’d fallen pregnant with him. The thought is disorienting. “H-how is he? I haven’t seen or heard from him since he left the Bay. Would you… ask him to come meet me here? I would love to see him, but I don’t… I can’t...” She feels filthy asking things of Warsaw, but she is so desperate for a morsel of good news that, in that moment, she is willing to look past the source it comes from, even if that source is one she’s had nightmares about for years. She leaves the rest unsaid: that she will return to Tinuvel with Warsaw come hell or high water. 5; norwegian fjord; red dun pangare; 14hh  |
Replies:
- GOD WON'T SAVE YOU NOW - By WARSAW and Torsten May 30, 2020 at 06:26:00 PM
- moonlight, I dream of you endlessly - By ylva June 20, 2020 at 02:47:01 PM
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