Pondering My Orb – 13.09.2022 – Delilah
Sept 15, 2022 10:48:43 GMT
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Post by Delilah Daybreaker on Sept 15, 2022 10:48:43 GMT
Nineteen weeks.
Nineteen weeks of hunger.
Nineteen weeks of barely holding Oziah back from going on a one-woman-hunt to find the demon that did this to her.
Nineteen weeks of daily communications with her father, his patience slowly trickling away as they both deftly dodge talking about how much longer it’s going to be until she comes to save him.
Nineteen weeks of living as a ghost.
Nineteen weeks.
Her hair moves as a shadow cat walks up to her shoulders.
“…you’re doing it again…”
“Doing what?”
“…some call it brooding…others, moping…”
“There wasn’t any reason to stick around once we got back. Besides, Veridian deserves time alone with his father, after everything that man’s been through…”
The not-cat didn’t need the telepathic bond to know where her thoughts drifted to.
“…we will free him…”
“Of course we will.”
“…then why do you despair?…”
“I don’t.”
“…don’t you?…”
“No.”
“…”
She stares at the not-cat. They stare right back. She is the first to look away.
She helped her friend, giving her life’s magic to help return his father to flesh. She even held back an Avatar of Law (despite her spectral state) from the Plane of Mechanis — one of the three guardians sent to stop them from taking the silvery robes her friend now wears. If Oziah nearly died, well… she tries not to think about it. Death is not an unfamiliar thing to her. Her mother saw to that.
“Death will follow you everywhere. You will be its harbinger, my dark flower, and it will be your final comfort.”
The shadows roil in her remembered fear and anger.
“…having the favour of an archmage is no small thing…”
“Hmm.”
“…a great asset for when we free your father and finally face her…”
She jolts involuntarily.
“Not until I can properly kill things it isn’t. Like having a mountain of gold and nothing to spend it on.”
“…but still an ace to keep…for when the time is right…”
“Her blood will darken my blade, and then I will finally be free.”
Nineteen weeks.
Nineteen weeks of living as a ghost.
But what is nineteen weeks to the patience of Death’s Shadow?
Nineteen weeks of hunger.
Nineteen weeks of barely holding Oziah back from going on a one-woman-hunt to find the demon that did this to her.
Nineteen weeks of daily communications with her father, his patience slowly trickling away as they both deftly dodge talking about how much longer it’s going to be until she comes to save him.
Nineteen weeks of living as a ghost.
Nineteen weeks.
Her hair moves as a shadow cat walks up to her shoulders.
“…you’re doing it again…”
“Doing what?”
“…some call it brooding…others, moping…”
“There wasn’t any reason to stick around once we got back. Besides, Veridian deserves time alone with his father, after everything that man’s been through…”
The not-cat didn’t need the telepathic bond to know where her thoughts drifted to.
“…we will free him…”
“Of course we will.”
“…then why do you despair?…”
“I don’t.”
“…don’t you?…”
“No.”
“…”
She stares at the not-cat. They stare right back. She is the first to look away.
She helped her friend, giving her life’s magic to help return his father to flesh. She even held back an Avatar of Law (despite her spectral state) from the Plane of Mechanis — one of the three guardians sent to stop them from taking the silvery robes her friend now wears. If Oziah nearly died, well… she tries not to think about it. Death is not an unfamiliar thing to her. Her mother saw to that.
“Death will follow you everywhere. You will be its harbinger, my dark flower, and it will be your final comfort.”
The shadows roil in her remembered fear and anger.
“…having the favour of an archmage is no small thing…”
“Hmm.”
“…a great asset for when we free your father and finally face her…”
She jolts involuntarily.
“Not until I can properly kill things it isn’t. Like having a mountain of gold and nothing to spend it on.”
“…but still an ace to keep…for when the time is right…”
“Her blood will darken my blade, and then I will finally be free.”
Nineteen weeks.
Nineteen weeks of living as a ghost.
But what is nineteen weeks to the patience of Death’s Shadow?
