Post by Vyn on Feb 22, 2009 1:18:21 GMT -5
Author: Vyn
Characters: Parvana, References of Lysaras, and little Edmond
Word Count: 1375 with lyrics, 1271 without.
Lyrics: Tsunami Bomb - The Simply Truth
Not sure how great this writing is, as my brain demanded it be written despite the late hours I have been available to write... but it is here, and it is dedicated to Nat-luff. ^^ One day I hope to write something a bit more coherent about Vana and her love for Lysaras, but for now this just seemed like the best way.
(My Memento)
Depression had so consumed her that Vana wasn't at all surprised when, after plunging horribly underweight, that she suddenly began to put on an excess when she finally rediscovered her appetite. It seemed like a natural occurrence, until she successfully assumed her bipedal and realized that her extra weight was forming a more specific sort of... baby bump.
Suddenly all the little things she'd been blaming on depression made sense -- her sickness in the morning and her constant craving for sweet, comfort foods split between her drastic lack of appetite. She was pregnant.
The concept was both a blessing and a curse. The blessing came from the knowledge that she'd never laid with another aside from Lysaras and that, without a doubt, the little life growing within her could belong to no other. In a way she still had a piece of Lysaras that was not just a picture or a memento, but a living-breathing display. A child, their child.
But with the blessing of their child came the tears again. Such a heartbreaking realization, to know that while she would have this joy she would have to enjoy it alone. That their child would never know their wonderful, darling, other mother. She had thought there was sorrow in simply losing her beloved, these felt even worse. Tears that she had assumed to be long exhausted suddenly returned in gusto each night, a large part of this was probably due to hormones but the sudden and acute memory of loss did nothing to help.
She kept a little Torquehelm Wolf Plushie on her bed at night and Lysaras's pictures on her bedside, but nothing ever seemed to ease the pain.
Nor did midnight trips to the kitchen for ice cream.
* * *
And then he was born.
A little bundle of black and purple, a perfect little Torque with all the perfect little details of her beloved Lysaras, save for his odd split tail and butterfly forelegs. It broke her heart more than she expected, especially once she began to realize how very much like Lysaras's long-lost George he was. It was enough to, upon sight of his beautiful little face and big purple eyes, bring all of those tears back to dried ducts, and to push her to sobs so desperate that they nearly tried to take him from her. Only Toli's vehement defense of his little cousin saved her from that second horrible loss.
After the first wave of sorrow had passed, Vana managed to sniffle out the name she had long decided for if this little miracle had been a boy: Edmond. It was sweet and simple, like Lysaras's first, and she hoped it would honor her late lover in doing so.
Vana swore to herself as she named him, as she made him hers -- theirs -- in all ways, that she would never let him go, she would never lose him like she lost Lysaras. Her beloved little boy, her angel; her memento.
* * *
That memory of your smile
Pierces through the dark when I go to bed alone.
And when I'm about to fall apart
I remember your open arms
Waiting for me to come home.
Late night talks beneath the moonlight, sweet stories of their childhood whispered into ears as they laid in bed together. Before or after lovemaking, simply enjoying their freedom together once all of the duties were done. Vana could have found nothing sweeter in all the world, nothing more wonderful.
They'd spent time talking about everything and nothing, of their childhoods and families. Everything was shared in those sweet conversations that Vana had treasured so very much.
Those conversations lingered in her ears night after night, a soothing mantra in many a now sleepless night, but as Edmond slowly grew her thoughts slowly turned toward Lysaras's region and the long talks they'd had about her bindings. She'd broken her bindings when her mother died, but she had never been free. It was a concept that had, at first, confused her but which had slowly transfixed her. So many little peculiarities, but through Lysaras's words they suddenly seemed to make sense. All those little rituals had a place, even if it was such a sad thing.
It wasn't just a physical thing, it was a physical display of something internal. Even without the binding they weren't really free. Lysaras had never really been free.
Vana would have done anything to help Lysaras break those final chains on her soul, but time had no patience for such desires. For Edy, though, Vana vowed it would be different. She would honor Lysaras's customs without a doubt, but she would do everything in her power to encourage his freedom that he so fully deserved.
In further memory to her beloved Lysaras and to encourage her beloved little boy, Vana opted for a replica of his mother's old binding. She knew he'd one day be able to break free of it as Lysaras had done, that he'd be able to -- one day -- reach the freedom his other mother had and to, eventually, surpass it.
* * *
Let's create our own world
Made of trust, simple and honest
I'll sing a song you've never ever heard
No one else can hear
Every moment with her beloved had been a treasure, from the way she smelt to the feel of her warm, soft fur and lovely mane as she ran her chitinous forepaws through the dark fur. Never in all her life had she ever met someone so beautiful, nor someone so sad.
In return, Lysaras seemed to love everything about her in return. This was also something that surprised and embarrassed her on a daily basis. Lysaras seemed to love so many of the things that she took for granted on a daily basis -- her smooth skin -- or even things that tended to embarrass her -- her wings -- but what surprised her most was Lysaras's love of her voice. So, for Lysaras alone, Vana learned to sing and learned songs to sing to her darling.
Her music was a secret thing, a gift for Lysaras's ears along, and in her departure the music had seemed to leave as well. And then, slowly but surely, she discovered lullaby's for Edmond and the music returned. She sang him sweet tunes of love and adventure, of poetic places far away from their little home in the City. For Edmond she rediscovered that safe and secret place that music created and she gave it entirely to him.
* * *
You're part of me, it's so easy to see the simple truth
When I'm in your arms, I feel safe from harm and sorrow too
You're part of me, it's so easy to see the simple truth
But most of all, nothing couldn't be solved when I'm with you..
Vana gasped as she awoke, the tears streaming down her soft face.
Lysaras had been in her dreams again, as she was every night, but this time she was not gifted with those heavenly memories of happier times. Darkness consumed those dark spaces and tormented her with the tales of her greatest loves most horrible moments.
It was enough to nearly have her running for the bathroom again, but as she groped around for her little Torquehelm plushie she found a soft little form huddled in its stead. Tearful eyes opened to peer into the toddler's big violet eyes, they both tore holes in her heart and simultaneously mended them with their loving concern.
"I couldn't sleep, mama." The puppy sniffled, wriggling closer in order to bring up a butterfly paw to touch her cheek. Vana sniffled and kissed the little digits. "Why are you so sad, mama?"
It was a question she should have seen coming, but it blind-sided her nevertheless.
She would have denied her sorrow were it not for her own tears. Instead she weaseled gently around the question and wrapped her darling boy in both sets of arms. Lightly she kissed his head and managed to make herself smile again. As broken as her heart may feel, she couldn't live like this anymore. For the sake of her baby boy, if no one else, she would have to let go.
"Don't worry about Mama, dearest. I'm going to be alright, we've got each other and everything is going to be wonderful again."
But most of all, nothing couldn't be solved when I'm with you.
Characters: Parvana, References of Lysaras, and little Edmond
Word Count: 1375 with lyrics, 1271 without.
Lyrics: Tsunami Bomb - The Simply Truth
Not sure how great this writing is, as my brain demanded it be written despite the late hours I have been available to write... but it is here, and it is dedicated to Nat-luff. ^^ One day I hope to write something a bit more coherent about Vana and her love for Lysaras, but for now this just seemed like the best way.
(My Memento)
Depression had so consumed her that Vana wasn't at all surprised when, after plunging horribly underweight, that she suddenly began to put on an excess when she finally rediscovered her appetite. It seemed like a natural occurrence, until she successfully assumed her bipedal and realized that her extra weight was forming a more specific sort of... baby bump.
Suddenly all the little things she'd been blaming on depression made sense -- her sickness in the morning and her constant craving for sweet, comfort foods split between her drastic lack of appetite. She was pregnant.
The concept was both a blessing and a curse. The blessing came from the knowledge that she'd never laid with another aside from Lysaras and that, without a doubt, the little life growing within her could belong to no other. In a way she still had a piece of Lysaras that was not just a picture or a memento, but a living-breathing display. A child, their child.
But with the blessing of their child came the tears again. Such a heartbreaking realization, to know that while she would have this joy she would have to enjoy it alone. That their child would never know their wonderful, darling, other mother. She had thought there was sorrow in simply losing her beloved, these felt even worse. Tears that she had assumed to be long exhausted suddenly returned in gusto each night, a large part of this was probably due to hormones but the sudden and acute memory of loss did nothing to help.
She kept a little Torquehelm Wolf Plushie on her bed at night and Lysaras's pictures on her bedside, but nothing ever seemed to ease the pain.
Nor did midnight trips to the kitchen for ice cream.
* * *
And then he was born.
A little bundle of black and purple, a perfect little Torque with all the perfect little details of her beloved Lysaras, save for his odd split tail and butterfly forelegs. It broke her heart more than she expected, especially once she began to realize how very much like Lysaras's long-lost George he was. It was enough to, upon sight of his beautiful little face and big purple eyes, bring all of those tears back to dried ducts, and to push her to sobs so desperate that they nearly tried to take him from her. Only Toli's vehement defense of his little cousin saved her from that second horrible loss.
After the first wave of sorrow had passed, Vana managed to sniffle out the name she had long decided for if this little miracle had been a boy: Edmond. It was sweet and simple, like Lysaras's first, and she hoped it would honor her late lover in doing so.
Vana swore to herself as she named him, as she made him hers -- theirs -- in all ways, that she would never let him go, she would never lose him like she lost Lysaras. Her beloved little boy, her angel; her memento.
* * *
That memory of your smile
Pierces through the dark when I go to bed alone.
And when I'm about to fall apart
I remember your open arms
Waiting for me to come home.
Late night talks beneath the moonlight, sweet stories of their childhood whispered into ears as they laid in bed together. Before or after lovemaking, simply enjoying their freedom together once all of the duties were done. Vana could have found nothing sweeter in all the world, nothing more wonderful.
They'd spent time talking about everything and nothing, of their childhoods and families. Everything was shared in those sweet conversations that Vana had treasured so very much.
Those conversations lingered in her ears night after night, a soothing mantra in many a now sleepless night, but as Edmond slowly grew her thoughts slowly turned toward Lysaras's region and the long talks they'd had about her bindings. She'd broken her bindings when her mother died, but she had never been free. It was a concept that had, at first, confused her but which had slowly transfixed her. So many little peculiarities, but through Lysaras's words they suddenly seemed to make sense. All those little rituals had a place, even if it was such a sad thing.
It wasn't just a physical thing, it was a physical display of something internal. Even without the binding they weren't really free. Lysaras had never really been free.
Vana would have done anything to help Lysaras break those final chains on her soul, but time had no patience for such desires. For Edy, though, Vana vowed it would be different. She would honor Lysaras's customs without a doubt, but she would do everything in her power to encourage his freedom that he so fully deserved.
In further memory to her beloved Lysaras and to encourage her beloved little boy, Vana opted for a replica of his mother's old binding. She knew he'd one day be able to break free of it as Lysaras had done, that he'd be able to -- one day -- reach the freedom his other mother had and to, eventually, surpass it.
* * *
Let's create our own world
Made of trust, simple and honest
I'll sing a song you've never ever heard
No one else can hear
Every moment with her beloved had been a treasure, from the way she smelt to the feel of her warm, soft fur and lovely mane as she ran her chitinous forepaws through the dark fur. Never in all her life had she ever met someone so beautiful, nor someone so sad.
In return, Lysaras seemed to love everything about her in return. This was also something that surprised and embarrassed her on a daily basis. Lysaras seemed to love so many of the things that she took for granted on a daily basis -- her smooth skin -- or even things that tended to embarrass her -- her wings -- but what surprised her most was Lysaras's love of her voice. So, for Lysaras alone, Vana learned to sing and learned songs to sing to her darling.
Her music was a secret thing, a gift for Lysaras's ears along, and in her departure the music had seemed to leave as well. And then, slowly but surely, she discovered lullaby's for Edmond and the music returned. She sang him sweet tunes of love and adventure, of poetic places far away from their little home in the City. For Edmond she rediscovered that safe and secret place that music created and she gave it entirely to him.
* * *
You're part of me, it's so easy to see the simple truth
When I'm in your arms, I feel safe from harm and sorrow too
You're part of me, it's so easy to see the simple truth
But most of all, nothing couldn't be solved when I'm with you..
Vana gasped as she awoke, the tears streaming down her soft face.
Lysaras had been in her dreams again, as she was every night, but this time she was not gifted with those heavenly memories of happier times. Darkness consumed those dark spaces and tormented her with the tales of her greatest loves most horrible moments.
It was enough to nearly have her running for the bathroom again, but as she groped around for her little Torquehelm plushie she found a soft little form huddled in its stead. Tearful eyes opened to peer into the toddler's big violet eyes, they both tore holes in her heart and simultaneously mended them with their loving concern.
"I couldn't sleep, mama." The puppy sniffled, wriggling closer in order to bring up a butterfly paw to touch her cheek. Vana sniffled and kissed the little digits. "Why are you so sad, mama?"
It was a question she should have seen coming, but it blind-sided her nevertheless.
She would have denied her sorrow were it not for her own tears. Instead she weaseled gently around the question and wrapped her darling boy in both sets of arms. Lightly she kissed his head and managed to make herself smile again. As broken as her heart may feel, she couldn't live like this anymore. For the sake of her baby boy, if no one else, she would have to let go.
"Don't worry about Mama, dearest. I'm going to be alright, we've got each other and everything is going to be wonderful again."
But most of all, nothing couldn't be solved when I'm with you.
