oh honey, don't you smile

Alaine Winters · 07-28-2011, 02:56 AM

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There was blame within her, and there had been for a long time. She had blamed Talitha for her son's disappearance, for his dramatic change, his aggression. She had been unable to blame Caillen for these things, and now, she never would. There had been bad blood between them the last time she had seen her son, and now, the opportunity to make it right would never come.

But could she blame the red-eyed heathen for her son's death? She wanted to, desperately wanted to. Did you love him, as I loved him? She had made Caillen happy. Her son had loved this bitch - She had seen it in his eyes, in the way he had looked at her. No, she could not blame Talitha.

Who then? Who?

Ezekiel.

The Eagle's yellow eyes swam before her, in memory, in reality. Ezekiel had killed her son. The sorrow within her broke the woman, shattered her reality. This was why the man had left her, deserted her as his father had. It had not been for Inferni, as she had thought - It was because her son's blood had stained his hands. "An accident?" The words, desperately hopeful words, were hissed between clenched teeth. She would not give over to the rage, not yet, not until the word was spoken.

The cream palm that had clutched desperately at her breast moved now, lightning fast, to latch around the narrow wrist of the pregnant woman. Her hold was firm as steel, unintentionally likely to bruise. Emerald eyes pinned to ruby, and narrowed pupils were pleasing, desperate. "... Murder?" A single word voiced on the faintest breeze, and the forest rustled around them. The faint sound of far-off thunder rumbled, vibrating the earth and the frantic beating of her heart.

She knew, already, within. She knew. But Talitha had to say it to make it real.

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