Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Apr 24, 2011 16:23:04 GMT -5
Eleventh week of spring, year one of Queen Coretta's reign
I had known he wouldn't have wanted a mausoleum. His family though had balked at the idea of a simple tombstone, so we had compromised. A statue of Camael stood over Jareth's final resting place, his proud expression reminding me of my love. I knelt before it slowly, my ballooning belly making it awkward. At least the new grass was soft beneath my knees.
"Almost in my third trimester my love. Almost there, just a few more months. I've been so worried, mostly because of the chirgueon. He's had me be so cautious, it's like he wants to wrap me in crinoline. But I went to Gentian, had an adept look into the future. She told me the most wonderful news Jareth," I whispered as my eyes filled with tears. I tried not to think that it was exactly one season since he was taken from me, but it was next to impossible. "We're going to have twins my love. Elua, I wish you were here to see them, I just know that they will be so beautiful. She said that they are going to grow up happy and healthy..." My voice finally broke, and I began to sob. That the gods would be so cruel to give me the greatest gift, cut by my greatest loss.
I cried and cried, until I ran out of tears. And when I was calmer again, when my cheeks were dry once more, I continued. I knew that I would be coming here for a long time, possibly the rest of my life, to pour my heart out to the one person I knew would understand, even if he was gone. "I'll look after them darling. Me, and Gabriel, and Soleil, and Douleur. I don't think you ever met Douleur, but she's a sweet girl, very devoted. Don't you worry about a thing, I've found help, I won't try to do it alone..."
I talked, rambled, until the words had run out and I felt empty, cleansed. Only then did I pray. It was only when my grief had calmed that I felt capable of it. I prayed for the strength to be the mother that my children would need, to be the leader that my family needed. To find the strength to accept the loss. I couldn't ask for that with anger in my heart, it wouldn't have been right. "Please," I whispered, to any god or goddess that might have been listening. "For my children. Please."
I had known he wouldn't have wanted a mausoleum. His family though had balked at the idea of a simple tombstone, so we had compromised. A statue of Camael stood over Jareth's final resting place, his proud expression reminding me of my love. I knelt before it slowly, my ballooning belly making it awkward. At least the new grass was soft beneath my knees.
"Almost in my third trimester my love. Almost there, just a few more months. I've been so worried, mostly because of the chirgueon. He's had me be so cautious, it's like he wants to wrap me in crinoline. But I went to Gentian, had an adept look into the future. She told me the most wonderful news Jareth," I whispered as my eyes filled with tears. I tried not to think that it was exactly one season since he was taken from me, but it was next to impossible. "We're going to have twins my love. Elua, I wish you were here to see them, I just know that they will be so beautiful. She said that they are going to grow up happy and healthy..." My voice finally broke, and I began to sob. That the gods would be so cruel to give me the greatest gift, cut by my greatest loss.
I cried and cried, until I ran out of tears. And when I was calmer again, when my cheeks were dry once more, I continued. I knew that I would be coming here for a long time, possibly the rest of my life, to pour my heart out to the one person I knew would understand, even if he was gone. "I'll look after them darling. Me, and Gabriel, and Soleil, and Douleur. I don't think you ever met Douleur, but she's a sweet girl, very devoted. Don't you worry about a thing, I've found help, I won't try to do it alone..."
I talked, rambled, until the words had run out and I felt empty, cleansed. Only then did I pray. It was only when my grief had calmed that I felt capable of it. I prayed for the strength to be the mother that my children would need, to be the leader that my family needed. To find the strength to accept the loss. I couldn't ask for that with anger in my heart, it wouldn't have been right. "Please," I whispered, to any god or goddess that might have been listening. "For my children. Please."