06-14-2018, 12:54 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-14-2018, 12:55 AM by CLEMENTINE P..)
————- The trip indeed had been long, and hard, for one so small. Though Clementine was five months old, the tall, lanky serval that she should have been- much like her father- was not. She was a small, little, more like a baby than an older child. Yet, even as she trekked the long trails with her Uncle Rid, things just.. didn't feel right. It was hard to explain the sensation. Perhaps part of it was her own childish mind making the many miles feel so dreadfully long, especially when her lungs struggled to keep up with the pace. She had not truly voiced a thank you to Rid for his consistent stops, too embarrassed to admit that she needed it more than he knew, but perhaps the sentiment was still there. At the very least, she had grown comfortable with the man in the time that had passed since Pierce had left, and now that they drew closer... She felt sick. She tried to tell herself it was the hours and hours on her feet; but even now she made the last few miles of the trek on her own paws. No, no, she knew the reason.
Her father had abandoned her.
It was temporary, surely, maybe he meant to come back, but the note? A note that she could barely read for the tears in her eyes? Riddlersgame had told her, as gently as he could have, but she screamed, she fought- she didn't believe it. At least until she saw it for her own eyes. Then, her world had crumbled. Anger, fear, agony, and sorrow all nestled so tightly in her chest she nearly blacked out.
Her days of agony then turned into weeks. Then longer. Then longer. Then she stopped paying attention. Then she tried to stop caring about her own father. Wondering if he was safe, wishing he was there to reassure her, to help her. But he had not been. Only when Riddler had told her that they were going after him again, that things were now 'settled' enough for them to take the trip too did she let him return into her thoughts. Most of the trip she had gone through without a thought of him in her head, trying not to think of his voice and the comfort of his hugs, but now that they were here? Now that Riddler had truly confirmed their location, she felt her knees shake, and she leaned against Riddler's leg.
How long had she spent longing to see her father again? How many nights had she spent crying without him there? Relying on her Uncle- a man she trusted, surely, but it was no true replacement for her father, in a land far away from her. And now, that she was to see him again, she felt more angry and scared than overjoyed? Was something wrong with her? Why had he done it? Why would he?
"I-is... Is... Is he here?" she would whisper out softly, her voice almost lost in its own quaver as her bright green eyes lifted up to meet Riddler's, as if he would have the answer she sought.
Her father had abandoned her.
It was temporary, surely, maybe he meant to come back, but the note? A note that she could barely read for the tears in her eyes? Riddlersgame had told her, as gently as he could have, but she screamed, she fought- she didn't believe it. At least until she saw it for her own eyes. Then, her world had crumbled. Anger, fear, agony, and sorrow all nestled so tightly in her chest she nearly blacked out.
Her days of agony then turned into weeks. Then longer. Then longer. Then she stopped paying attention. Then she tried to stop caring about her own father. Wondering if he was safe, wishing he was there to reassure her, to help her. But he had not been. Only when Riddler had told her that they were going after him again, that things were now 'settled' enough for them to take the trip too did she let him return into her thoughts. Most of the trip she had gone through without a thought of him in her head, trying not to think of his voice and the comfort of his hugs, but now that they were here? Now that Riddler had truly confirmed their location, she felt her knees shake, and she leaned against Riddler's leg.
How long had she spent longing to see her father again? How many nights had she spent crying without him there? Relying on her Uncle- a man she trusted, surely, but it was no true replacement for her father, in a land far away from her. And now, that she was to see him again, she felt more angry and scared than overjoyed? Was something wrong with her? Why had he done it? Why would he?
"I-is... Is... Is he here?" she would whisper out softly, her voice almost lost in its own quaver as her bright green eyes lifted up to meet Riddler's, as if he would have the answer she sought.
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