11-10-2018, 03:30 PM
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Bakugou was the one who nearly made the child jump out of her fur. For Lucifer's silence, she noticed the dragon, but did not seem to register his presence. Slowly, the tiny fae turned, her father's accented voice cut the air, answering the less sensitive male. Quiet voices. Maybe they did not want to disturb her mother, although, Keona realized crestfallen, that was probably the last they'd see of her mother. Gone in a flash.
As such, the child remained quiet as her uncle's voice joined the group. Her pale hues gleamed softly, distant and sad. Closure. If that had been the goal... Well, the hole in her chest she'd felt since the day she asked where her mother had gone... It hadn't gone anywhere. The little striker had never really understood the concept of death. For a creature destined for immortal life, it was hard to consider leaving the world, or someone else leaving the world. Since day one, Keona had felt certain that although her da said her mother was gone... She'd come back some day.
Now she felt less certain. The grief in her family's voices hit her own heart rather hard. She wanted her mother. How was it fair both her father and uncle had known her, while all she had was the distant memory of a voice? What did her laugh sound like? Was she strong? Did she like the ocean? Would she like me? The way she was now? Keona hoped so; she'd been learning to use her mental abilities and she had plans to master combat once she'd fully healed... Would that have made her happy?
The girl tilted her head towards the ocean again, eyes stinging. She wanted her mother. The sound of her nickname drew her towards her uncle, teeth chewing the inside of her cheek absently. "Kou." She echoed the word robotically. Kou. How come that's all her mother had to say? Why was it only directed to the twins?
"… 'Yours'."
Not a full sentence. Just a word. Something felt subtly powerful in that one word. A wary feeling sank in her stomach, though she couldn't quite explain why. "… I don't understand." That's it? She had nothing else to say? A final message of one word. And a song. A song of farewell.
"Makemake wau i koʻu makuahine."
Come back, please. There has to be more.
As such, the child remained quiet as her uncle's voice joined the group. Her pale hues gleamed softly, distant and sad. Closure. If that had been the goal... Well, the hole in her chest she'd felt since the day she asked where her mother had gone... It hadn't gone anywhere. The little striker had never really understood the concept of death. For a creature destined for immortal life, it was hard to consider leaving the world, or someone else leaving the world. Since day one, Keona had felt certain that although her da said her mother was gone... She'd come back some day.
Now she felt less certain. The grief in her family's voices hit her own heart rather hard. She wanted her mother. How was it fair both her father and uncle had known her, while all she had was the distant memory of a voice? What did her laugh sound like? Was she strong? Did she like the ocean? Would she like me? The way she was now? Keona hoped so; she'd been learning to use her mental abilities and she had plans to master combat once she'd fully healed... Would that have made her happy?
The girl tilted her head towards the ocean again, eyes stinging. She wanted her mother. The sound of her nickname drew her towards her uncle, teeth chewing the inside of her cheek absently. "Kou." She echoed the word robotically. Kou. How come that's all her mother had to say? Why was it only directed to the twins?
"… 'Yours'."
Not a full sentence. Just a word. Something felt subtly powerful in that one word. A wary feeling sank in her stomach, though she couldn't quite explain why. "… I don't understand." That's it? She had nothing else to say? A final message of one word. And a song. A song of farewell.
"Makemake wau i koʻu makuahine."
Come back, please. There has to be more.
tá mé i dtiúin — ✯
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