08-30-2020, 07:07 PM
me dejaste, me dejaste en un tango
If Roxanne had knew that her own blood would've been the death of her own son, she would've never had children... Never would've put them through that pain. Roxanne had been busy baking a few muffins that she had been planning to go give to her children and she had neatly put them together in a basket until the scream of someone caught her off guard. The scream belonging to Roan and her blood went cold, with her eyes widened. It didn't take long for the Officer to drop everything and ran towards the direction of the scream feeling her insides twist around nervously, it wasn't long before she saw why Roan had screamed. Roxanne stopped in her tracks feeling her heart drop and everything around her went silent, soft static in her mind as she took a few steps forward. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Jaime was just tired... Yeah, he was sleeping... That was it. There was no way that her baby was dead... No possible way.
A few more steps would the Officer take hearing the thumping of her own heart drumming within her ears. Jaime was alive. He was slowly breathing, she could see it. Her walking was hesitant and slow but she finally approached the corpse of her son and Roan only to mumble quietly underneath her breath "He's just tired..." She pressed close to Roan only to put her wing around him "He just fell asleep on the sand... We just need to wake him up and take him home... Then we can eat the muffins I made," Turning away from her firstborn, the Officer would start to nudge Jaime slowly at first "C'mon mijo... Wake up, Jaime... Let's get you to bed, the sand isn't that comfortable." He didn't move. Maybe... Maybe he wanted to sleep in the sand? "I know it's warm... But, it'll be better inside the hut." She began to nudge him once more with her smile beginning to falter. Why wasn't he moving? "Jaime... Jaime Alexander Roux," It slipped out as a whisper at first, her nudging and shaking still persistent.
No. No. No. No.
It suddenly hit her. It hit hard. He wasn't moving or breathing. And, it immediately reminded her of her two dead kittens. How they had been fine before dying the next day. Her eyes stung and her throat became tight, her heart being tested and squeezed as she finally mustered up a scream from her jaws. An agonized and broken scream leaving her jaws with her body shaking violently, the tears pooling in her eyes as they slipped down her face. She pressed her body close to Jaime shifting into her jaguar form so she could hold onto him, her nose pressing itself onto his cold forehead. The draconic jaguar unable to stop shaking only to breathe out quietly "I'm s-sorry... Regresa mí bebé... Por favor... REGRESA JAIME!" She was a horrible mother. She had failed her children more than once. She had hurt them even if it had not been her intention to. Soft sobs leaving her as she still held onto Jaime and pulled him close to her with his head resting on her chest.
Pieces of her heart began to crumble away, she had done this. She had sealed her own son's death. It was her fault. Everything around her was silent and static, still almost. Everything was slower and all she could hear is the thumping of her heart. Oh, how she wishes that she could've traded places with Jaime. He had so much to live for... He could've met someone, fallen in love, and gotten married. He would've been happy. He would be alive. She'd trade herself any day if that meant that her children would be safe and happy. Too late. All of it was too late. With her muzzle still pressed close to her cold child's head, she would start to murmur quietly to him even if he was gone "I remember... When you were born... With the rest of your siblings... You were and still are precious to me... All of you... That day..." Her body began to shake once more as she gritted her teeth "You were so full of life... So full of life, mí bebé... I wish you were still..." She would rock her body back and forth recalling how she would do that to soothe Roan and his siblings. How it calmed them... But it only made the Officer cry even more.
There a broken mother would rock back and forth with her dead child cradled in her arms.
A few more steps would the Officer take hearing the thumping of her own heart drumming within her ears. Jaime was alive. He was slowly breathing, she could see it. Her walking was hesitant and slow but she finally approached the corpse of her son and Roan only to mumble quietly underneath her breath "He's just tired..." She pressed close to Roan only to put her wing around him "He just fell asleep on the sand... We just need to wake him up and take him home... Then we can eat the muffins I made," Turning away from her firstborn, the Officer would start to nudge Jaime slowly at first "C'mon mijo... Wake up, Jaime... Let's get you to bed, the sand isn't that comfortable." He didn't move. Maybe... Maybe he wanted to sleep in the sand? "I know it's warm... But, it'll be better inside the hut." She began to nudge him once more with her smile beginning to falter. Why wasn't he moving? "Jaime... Jaime Alexander Roux," It slipped out as a whisper at first, her nudging and shaking still persistent.
No. No. No. No.
It suddenly hit her. It hit hard. He wasn't moving or breathing. And, it immediately reminded her of her two dead kittens. How they had been fine before dying the next day. Her eyes stung and her throat became tight, her heart being tested and squeezed as she finally mustered up a scream from her jaws. An agonized and broken scream leaving her jaws with her body shaking violently, the tears pooling in her eyes as they slipped down her face. She pressed her body close to Jaime shifting into her jaguar form so she could hold onto him, her nose pressing itself onto his cold forehead. The draconic jaguar unable to stop shaking only to breathe out quietly "I'm s-sorry... Regresa mí bebé... Por favor... REGRESA JAIME!" She was a horrible mother. She had failed her children more than once. She had hurt them even if it had not been her intention to. Soft sobs leaving her as she still held onto Jaime and pulled him close to her with his head resting on her chest.
Pieces of her heart began to crumble away, she had done this. She had sealed her own son's death. It was her fault. Everything around her was silent and static, still almost. Everything was slower and all she could hear is the thumping of her heart. Oh, how she wishes that she could've traded places with Jaime. He had so much to live for... He could've met someone, fallen in love, and gotten married. He would've been happy. He would be alive. She'd trade herself any day if that meant that her children would be safe and happy. Too late. All of it was too late. With her muzzle still pressed close to her cold child's head, she would start to murmur quietly to him even if he was gone "I remember... When you were born... With the rest of your siblings... You were and still are precious to me... All of you... That day..." Her body began to shake once more as she gritted her teeth "You were so full of life... So full of life, mí bebé... I wish you were still..." She would rock her body back and forth recalling how she would do that to soothe Roan and his siblings. How it calmed them... But it only made the Officer cry even more.
There a broken mother would rock back and forth with her dead child cradled in her arms.
EN EL ALMA SE ME FUE, SE ME FUE EL CORAZÓN
YA NO TENGO GANAS DE VIVIR, PORQUE NO TE PUEDO CONVENCER
QUE NO TE VENDAS, ROXANNE
YA NO TENGO GANAS DE VIVIR, PORQUE NO TE PUEDO CONVENCER
QUE NO TE VENDAS, ROXANNE
— Reggan