endpoint; aeson&euley [day 6]
Apr 2, 2018 17:24:38 GMT -5
Post by kousei ♚ on Apr 2, 2018 17:24:38 GMT -5
A thread spun in silence; you are oblivious to the web of grief that expands from the outline of where Isaac Jacobi's body should be.
However, you are not deaf to the silence that hangs between Euley and yourself, you're not blind to the sudden lack of color and you're not so empty-headed that you would forget the scratches and cracks along her strained voice when she spat at Bella. You do not break the fragile silence with words, but your heart does not weep for cannon that sounded minutes earlier. You're more concerned with matters closer to the surface of your skin; begin binding your remaining wounds in silence because your temple was not meant to be a place for mourning.
You'd never understood the way even the strongest of hearts could let themselves crumble beneath the polarized pressure of grief. The number of broken men and women who turned to watching the world melt at their fingertips; not because they needed enjoyment but because they needed to be numb. You do not know what it means to shed a tear, not even when devotion became a suicide pact to chase away hellfire and you were taken from that house. You never felt the need to make yourself numb, you just were.
You look to Euley, seated next to you, and wonder if she needs to be numb at this moment. You hear the gears and cogs of grief grind in that scarlet pulse of hers. You reach out with your hand, a thousand questions form on the tip of your tongue, but the simplest one makes its way into the space between you. You do not want these moments to be in silence.
"Are you okay?"
You could never understand the gears and cogs that turn to allow grief to function.[dars]