04-30-2020, 01:34 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]More of this? More suffering, more pain? He aches for something kinder than the loss of family, the lingering sense of voidness in the air - but never once did Ahab earn the right to call himself a grandfather to Trygve, so perhaps he is selfish for wishing the child home. Worse, he sees Brandykit and feels the kitten is a piece of that family, too, a piece of Goldenluxury tied to the thread of Rouxes that ended at him. And he wants to say he's sorry, that he should've been there to take the fallout, but the words won't come.
"...You're hurt." It's all he can rouse himself to say, cutting through Brandykit's words. They were only children. They shouldn't have had this fight - it shouldn't have resulted in this. But now, Ahab can only pick up the pieces and try to make things feel adjacent to right, as he'd done time and time again. He could mend this; he could mend Brandykit, if anything. "Show me where, so I can bandage you."
He could make this family a home, someday, even if that time was not now.
"...You're hurt." It's all he can rouse himself to say, cutting through Brandykit's words. They were only children. They shouldn't have had this fight - it shouldn't have resulted in this. But now, Ahab can only pick up the pieces and try to make things feel adjacent to right, as he'd done time and time again. He could mend this; he could mend Brandykit, if anything. "Show me where, so I can bandage you."
He could make this family a home, someday, even if that time was not now.