07-16-2018, 08:39 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 420px; font-family: Verdana; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; line-height: 110%; "]Love. That simple word, so soft and faint, gave the child pause. Many times Art had heard Margaery call those about her by such, a pet name seemly used out of habit, yet it left them oddly light, heart squeezing as they watched her fade into unconsciousness. Never had they cared for another, the basic bond of family little more than a trivial thing they held on to because they were taught to do so, their brethren connected by a war they had shunned. This was something different, something deeper which slowly began to worm through their hardened heart, a care deeper than mere want for a friend – in truth Margaery was becoming like a mother in their eyes, everything they had wanted and hoped for.
“Please don't go,” even the presence of the others couldn't stop the thrum of their heart, a bird beating against its cage, struggling to escape. Barely noticing Player was done they shifted to sit by Margaery's head, leaning down to press their nose against her neck. Their eyes prickled and burned, unshed tears barely held back as they bite down upon their lip, body shaking as they held back sobs. They were a child in every way no matter how unwilling they were to admit it, torn from a world they had barely understood and left lost and alone, clinging to the little they still had. They knew not of the struggle taking place within the injured feline, nor would they likely to care if they had, selfish in their desire for her to stay alive, to stay with them.
“Please...” Slowly they were breaking, already shattered pieces crumbling about them, the facade they struggled to keep in place no longer a comfort, it was a prison. Finally the first tear fell and they forced each breath to slow, not wishing to take attention away from her, to make this about them.
“Please don't go,” even the presence of the others couldn't stop the thrum of their heart, a bird beating against its cage, struggling to escape. Barely noticing Player was done they shifted to sit by Margaery's head, leaning down to press their nose against her neck. Their eyes prickled and burned, unshed tears barely held back as they bite down upon their lip, body shaking as they held back sobs. They were a child in every way no matter how unwilling they were to admit it, torn from a world they had barely understood and left lost and alone, clinging to the little they still had. They knew not of the struggle taking place within the injured feline, nor would they likely to care if they had, selfish in their desire for her to stay alive, to stay with them.
“Please...” Slowly they were breaking, already shattered pieces crumbling about them, the facade they struggled to keep in place no longer a comfort, it was a prison. Finally the first tear fell and they forced each breath to slow, not wishing to take attention away from her, to make this about them.