table © Alaine
ooc: aww Sylvie. your turn for some emotion!
wc: 300+
The girl's arms encircled her in a warm embrace, and Alaine felt the desperate choking sorrow ease, just slightly. Though her loss had been unbearable, there was still those who needed her. There was still a purpose to be had, in being a mother to the beautiful girl beside her. Sylvie's words made the trembling woman subside, her emerald eyes shut tightly; she didn't want to hear them, but knew that she must. What the lilac lily spoke was true. It was time for this sickly grieving to end, before it ended her.
Slowly, she untangled herself from her daughter's slender arms, holding Sylvie's hands between her own as she gazed into lavender pools so filled with sympathy and love that it was almost enough to put her at peace, even if for just a moment. This girl had not been her's by blood, but from the moment Alaine had felt the air on that fateful night over a year ago, Sylvie Ciel had belonged to her. Belonged to her family.
She had changed the girls life, saved it, certainly. And having the girl here to tend her in these days of weakness would be the repayment in full. That was what family did - Saved each other.
One hand lifted to stroke the girl's hair, sliding down the back of her neck. Immediately, a frown flew over the woman's tear streaked features. She hesitated, jade eyes watching the girl intently, as fingers again flew over the rough lines hidden by her silky hair. And suddenly, a sweeping sadness filled her, such that she could not name - She could not even speak of it. The knowledge lay burdened between them, seen only in the mismatching gazes of purest emerald and livid amethyst. They were bound now with more than just family ties, but with experience, for Alaine could recognize the cruelty that had befallen her daughter without the need for words to pass between them.
The four deep lashes on her upper arm ached. Sanity and sorrow slid back into the woman's gaze.
It seemed like they would be healing together.
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