06-09-2024, 07:52 PM
Montgomery knew he could only prolong Lucia's condition for so long, but how long? The archon needed his wife. As soon as she fell, so would he. Whether that was physically or mentally, he did not know. Until then, he prayed to Neandryne in hope of anything that could give him the spirit to continue on. He needed to provide for her, along with the rest of the congregants. While he wasn't their only hope, he believed it to be true. To him, the congregants needed him as much as he needed Lucia. If one was lost, the balance shifted and all would fall into chaos.
He noticed that she did not swim this morning. She noticed that he had noticed. There was no denying that. Montgomery tried to push down his worries for her, but it was clear he was growing uneasy. Rather than burdening Lucia with his feelings, he said his goodbyes and stepped away. He slid her some medicine to help with the pain before leaving to set up for the meeting. The canine was unaware she only took half. If he had known, he would insisted she take the entire batch of herbs. Hell, he would even be a bit mad, but he couldn't stay frustrated with her. She was her own individual. While he would prefer her not to be in pain, he could also understand that her mentality was more important. After all, life was no fun in delirium, in pain or not.
The hard truth was one neither of them had swallowed yet. The couple continued forward anyways. After the meeting, the leader had some tasks to complete before returning to Lucia. He sped through them as quick as he could. The congregants who assisted noticed something was off, but kept their mouth shut. Montgomery was always a bit 'off' but this seemed different. Since the group was in distress, they figured he was too. He always kept too much of the burden on his back and the weight of the world on his shoulders. No wonder they said nothing, even after he walked away.
Dark paws hurried across the territory to meet her as fast as he could, but Branwen had already beat him to it. As the net slipped from her belt, he arrived. He wanted to chastise her for overworking herself, but stopped himself. She needed purpose, just like he did. If she could provide for the congregants and navigate the waters unlike yesterday, he would not stop her. It was a minor win in his book.
Instead, he skipped forward, leaned down, and brushed his head against her chin. He did not care that she was somewhat wet. For all he cared, she could rub up against him all she wanted and drench him. His affection came to a momentary halt after a moment of contact. She was ice cold. With a frown, he turned around so they were side-by-side and lowered himself to the floor. "Hop up and get warm. Let us get you home," he urged. He tried to nudge at her side with his snout to urge her. "Branwen can carry the rest and I can cook, right?" He looked over at the other expectantly for confirmation. They would all do their part.
He noticed that she did not swim this morning. She noticed that he had noticed. There was no denying that. Montgomery tried to push down his worries for her, but it was clear he was growing uneasy. Rather than burdening Lucia with his feelings, he said his goodbyes and stepped away. He slid her some medicine to help with the pain before leaving to set up for the meeting. The canine was unaware she only took half. If he had known, he would insisted she take the entire batch of herbs. Hell, he would even be a bit mad, but he couldn't stay frustrated with her. She was her own individual. While he would prefer her not to be in pain, he could also understand that her mentality was more important. After all, life was no fun in delirium, in pain or not.
The hard truth was one neither of them had swallowed yet. The couple continued forward anyways. After the meeting, the leader had some tasks to complete before returning to Lucia. He sped through them as quick as he could. The congregants who assisted noticed something was off, but kept their mouth shut. Montgomery was always a bit 'off' but this seemed different. Since the group was in distress, they figured he was too. He always kept too much of the burden on his back and the weight of the world on his shoulders. No wonder they said nothing, even after he walked away.
Dark paws hurried across the territory to meet her as fast as he could, but Branwen had already beat him to it. As the net slipped from her belt, he arrived. He wanted to chastise her for overworking herself, but stopped himself. She needed purpose, just like he did. If she could provide for the congregants and navigate the waters unlike yesterday, he would not stop her. It was a minor win in his book.
Instead, he skipped forward, leaned down, and brushed his head against her chin. He did not care that she was somewhat wet. For all he cared, she could rub up against him all she wanted and drench him. His affection came to a momentary halt after a moment of contact. She was ice cold. With a frown, he turned around so they were side-by-side and lowered himself to the floor. "Hop up and get warm. Let us get you home," he urged. He tried to nudge at her side with his snout to urge her. "Branwen can carry the rest and I can cook, right?" He looked over at the other expectantly for confirmation. They would all do their part.
MONTGOMERY S. - ARCHON OF COG
"what have YOU done?"
✽ montgomery scarborough✽ archon (leader)
✽ congregants of genesis
✽ male, he/him
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