a mother's trust

Valinta LeStrange · 04-22-2012, 01:16 AM

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let's assume Val is dead and Gunnar... idfk about him XD

The small woman stood in a vast and endless field, the wind drifting through the tall grasses that nearly obscured her, blowing through the long pitch tresses that tangled behind her. A medium height albino woman sat beside her, laughing joyfully with her mother.

Smiling, the woman reached out and touched her child's milk-colored hair, stroking the child she was delighted to see as an adult. Upon finding each other, they had cried for what seemed to be days. A child taken from a mother's grasp was a monstrous thing. There was a name for someone who lost their mate, a name for a child who lost their parents, but none for a mother who lost her child.

It was a depressing thing, one she didn't want to consider. As young as she was at the time of Gloria's birth and subsequent death, she subconsciously knew one of them would die. It was a pity it had to have been Gloria. Valinta had not yet discovered the infinite font of joy that would prove to be in her son, one she missed with an ache.

Thinking of her boy cast a shadow over the beautiful plains. Gloria noticed her mother's woe and quietly stood up to fetch the fruit that was forever ripe and luscious on the trees. Appreciating the girl's knowledge of her emotions, Valinta let a solitary tear slide from her face. The stoic Russian would allow no more, lest her father's influence tear her apart.

The dark part of her that yearned for freedom, for sex, for drugs, pushed at the strong boundary in her mind, and snarling, Valinta forced Nadja back. Having Nadja had forced the woman to leave, before she hurt herself, hurt her child. In the end, Nadja was the reason she had died. Unable to withstand the constant urges, the need to remain faithful to Paulo was stronger.

Just as the steel was stronger for the fire that forged it, a life of faithlessness was compounded into complete devotion to one man until conflicting needs tore her apart mentally. She wrote a note out in English, Russian, and Spanish, the languages chaotically changing mid sentence and sometimes in the middle of a word, to her daughter, and then killed herself.

In one moment, everything was done. She regretted it. She knew that Belila, her darling Belila, would find her body. And she did. Valinta did not want to think of the terror the girl had to go through. She knew though, in her mother's heart, that she was not loved by her three children. Marron, Seryi, and Belila would never see her as she saw them, but she could only hope.

But what she missed most, in this phantom's world she lived in, was Gunnar. She had Gloria, she knew Belila would eventually find the right path, Marron and Seryi, who looked hauntingly like Gunnar, would become upstanding young men. But Gunnar... The boy she had raised, loved, and cared for as her own. A source of joy and sadness... All the love she'd ever felt, ever known, manifested into one being.

Her precious son.

Table by Blobbi. Credit.

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