Post by Tigeress on Nov 30, 2007 13:53:48 GMT -5
[S'cool, no worries <3]
Inca became infuriated when Igal picked Aurelius up, but when he seemed to be quiting, her wailing stilled to confused snuffles. She backed up a bit when Igal made a move to grab her, but in her panic she'd stopped crying immediately. She used her position on his shoulder to look for her mother, but couldn't see a thing. She would have started crying again, but the helpful stranger seemed to be taking them to her mother anyway! In a few seconds she could see her, and all was well in the world. Irving had quieted to silence, now afraid that if he made any noise, everyone would start crying again. He was just glad it was over.
She didn't bother to look over her shoulder or say anything. Their conversation felt like it had sucked some of the life from inside her and left her feeling empty. She only ever wanted to do good and was determined to follow through with everything Syraelia had taught her, but it had been so much easier for the Torquehelm female. She had won Astyana over so easily when the female had come in prepared not to speak or show any emotion, for fear of anyone seeing her weakness. Now she was nothing but a ball of emotion, trying to radiate her want for a better situation, a better life, with words and actions that never worked out. There was some secret to happiness that she just didn't get.
At Igal's words she simply snorted her distaste, though it was distorted by the quiet tears that didn't seem quite ready to leave yet. As soon as he was out of the room however, she scooped up her children next to her and began cuddling in as close as she could get. She needed this, this love, this devotion. Being with her made them happy, that's all they needed. Something so beautiful seemed so difficult to achieve. This was simple and pure, no emotions to cloud it, just a basic need to be loved and touched, everyone had it. Some people just liked to let everything get in the way. There were always reasons and biases to avoid it, people just didn't touch for the sake of making each other feel good as often as they should.
Now she was Really starting to sound like her foster mother, though Syraelia had probably meant it in a jokingly serious sexual manner. That was a side of the feline that Astyana preferred not to aknowledge... even though she hadn't birthed her, Astyana still thought of her as a mother. She almost wanted to tell Igal just to not bother coming home, and invite Syraelia over instead. But no, she didn't want to put on even more mothering pressure, not after she'd just gotten out of motherhood responsibilities and been offered to live her own life. Not to mention, she was too much in pain to clean the sheets, and she had a feeling they'd desperately need it. She didn't know how long it would take for her to get to sleep, but she watched the sky darken a considerable amount of shades, her tears staining the pillow beneath her to an ever-darkening burgundy.
Inca became infuriated when Igal picked Aurelius up, but when he seemed to be quiting, her wailing stilled to confused snuffles. She backed up a bit when Igal made a move to grab her, but in her panic she'd stopped crying immediately. She used her position on his shoulder to look for her mother, but couldn't see a thing. She would have started crying again, but the helpful stranger seemed to be taking them to her mother anyway! In a few seconds she could see her, and all was well in the world. Irving had quieted to silence, now afraid that if he made any noise, everyone would start crying again. He was just glad it was over.
She didn't bother to look over her shoulder or say anything. Their conversation felt like it had sucked some of the life from inside her and left her feeling empty. She only ever wanted to do good and was determined to follow through with everything Syraelia had taught her, but it had been so much easier for the Torquehelm female. She had won Astyana over so easily when the female had come in prepared not to speak or show any emotion, for fear of anyone seeing her weakness. Now she was nothing but a ball of emotion, trying to radiate her want for a better situation, a better life, with words and actions that never worked out. There was some secret to happiness that she just didn't get.
At Igal's words she simply snorted her distaste, though it was distorted by the quiet tears that didn't seem quite ready to leave yet. As soon as he was out of the room however, she scooped up her children next to her and began cuddling in as close as she could get. She needed this, this love, this devotion. Being with her made them happy, that's all they needed. Something so beautiful seemed so difficult to achieve. This was simple and pure, no emotions to cloud it, just a basic need to be loved and touched, everyone had it. Some people just liked to let everything get in the way. There were always reasons and biases to avoid it, people just didn't touch for the sake of making each other feel good as often as they should.
Now she was Really starting to sound like her foster mother, though Syraelia had probably meant it in a jokingly serious sexual manner. That was a side of the feline that Astyana preferred not to aknowledge... even though she hadn't birthed her, Astyana still thought of her as a mother. She almost wanted to tell Igal just to not bother coming home, and invite Syraelia over instead. But no, she didn't want to put on even more mothering pressure, not after she'd just gotten out of motherhood responsibilities and been offered to live her own life. Not to mention, she was too much in pain to clean the sheets, and she had a feeling they'd desperately need it. She didn't know how long it would take for her to get to sleep, but she watched the sky darken a considerable amount of shades, her tears staining the pillow beneath her to an ever-darkening burgundy.
