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@malenia-may-ferin
Why i'm here? Great question. I was told to be here and now I am. I'm the Girlmom of the century, truly. The other (much better) half of the Ferin marriage. My Husband is Jayson Ferin, If you were wondering. Anyway, if you ever need a mom. Or. Are dying. I'm always here.
GUESS WHO. KEYS. THATS WHO.
When Jaysons nightmare is over, May is awake at his side, shaking him. Worry is spread across her face as she stares at her husband. ' '.. My love?.. Are you alright? ' ' She hums softly, smoothing his hair back. ' '.. You were warm. a bit.. to warm? when you sleep you get colder.. I assumed you were having a bad dream of sorts? ' ' - @malenia-may-ferin
|His eyes open with a start. He almost jumps up, but he does his best to get up calmly.|
I...I'm fine, Sunrise. Just a strange dream. Sorry for worrying you.
' ' Its alright darling, just cool down a bit before going back to bed.. Are you sure your alright?.. I can get you some water?.. ' '
This poor woman is so so so concerned for her husband.
I can get some myself, don't worry. Are you okay, sleep well?
' ' Darling.. I'm fine.. I promise.. I just.. I was so worried for you. ' ' She just carefully lies back down, facing him and scooting closer.
When Jaysons nightmare is over, May is awake at his side, shaking him. Worry is spread across her face as she stares at her husband. ' '.. My love?.. Are you alright? ' ' She hums softly, smoothing his hair back. ' '.. You were warm. a bit.. to warm? when you sleep you get colder.. I assumed you were having a bad dream of sorts? ' ' - @malenia-may-ferin
|His eyes open with a start. He almost jumps up, but he does his best to get up calmly.|
I...I'm fine, Sunrise. Just a strange dream. Sorry for worrying you.
' ' Its alright darling, just cool down a bit before going back to bed.. Are you sure your alright?.. I can get you some water?.. ' '
This poor woman is so so so concerned for her husband.
Hello, May Ferin. :)
-🔥 @goddessofthered
.. Hello. I do not know you. Should I worry? My husband is.. still home.
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate.
|His eyes hold a guilt, it's not a new one. This time, however, the guilt doesn't tango with any superiority or salsa with any anger. Rather, it waltzes with a regret, a sadness even, and the dancer for once is himself. Jayson never knew his next steps well.|
If I know anything about you, it's that you're strong. You will get through this, we'll make it through. One way or another.
' ' .. Right. One way or another. ' ' Her eyes are sad, filled with the suffering of years that Jayson just wouldn't understand. She's different, then how she was all those years ago. A soft, yet angry voice floats in his ear. " You promised to love me. To be there. How much of that was a Lie, Jayson? You have so much power, yet you can't bear to give a sliver of it to the one who needs it most." HER voice. Not the way she is now, but the way she used to be, when they ran away to the beach that fateful night, the night they lost everything.
It's...I've tried to love you. It means nothing, my attempts, but please know I've meant it with every "I love you". Things have been difficult, and I know it's nothing, but if it was easier, I'd have done this sooner.
|His voice is not the Admiral Ferin that has learned to strike fear into those around him. It is the voice of a man who never learned how to be a proper father, but has tried for better or worse to be. It is the voice of a man who could smile in pride at someone other than himself. It is the voice of Jayson, a man who has been lost for so long, stuck with a general who has tried to forget he existed for so long in an attempt to do something a little right.|
' ' ... I'm sorry? ' ' Shes. VERY confused. She didn't say anything, and so shes just. so lost. That wasn't her. " You have a choice Jayson. Give your wife magic. Give your wife a spark of your flame, and keep her alive. But you lose some of your magic. You become weaker. Or, You can keep it all to yourself. The choice is yours, Admiral. "
The voice is angry, a loud hissing.
|For reasons he can't grasp, the choice feels harder then it should be.|
You're uh, you're saying strange things. Or something like you. I might be a little tired.
|He thinks about his answer, if that will mean anything to this person, this imitation of his lover: How much is some to you?|
" Half would keep her alive for as long as you do. But you'd lose half your power... " The voices giggle as they circle.
|It's a contemplation that again might have lasted too long. Jayson tries to act natural.|
||If I refuse, how long would she have?||
" A month... if she's lucky. but may doesnt rest.. and its only a month if she rests!~ " The voice starts to buzz, a sick and terrible buzzing sound.
||...How do I give it to her.||
"You, are going to cook a meal with your fire. infuse it. I will do the rest. "
... I? What does it mean I? Is it its own being?
|He clears his throat.|
Feeling hungry? I can go make you something.
' ' .. That would be nice I suppose?... Jayson, my darling.. are you alright? ' '
I'm alright. You just rest, I'll be done soon.
|He goes to make that meal and stuff.|
The ghosts follow, hissing and giggling in his ears. "Good! Good! " They repeat over and over.
|He goes to the kitchen, using his fire to make a soup.|
They Ghosts laugh, and laugh, and laugh til it is unbearably loud. They form, and he sees them. May, As a small girl, her as a teen, and her now. They circle the pot them swoop inside. when they do, the flames also swoop into the pots, filling it with a fiery glow. The soup glows, bright. and a small voice whisper is in his ear "You've done so well, my darling. "
|He finishes making the soup then brings it back to May.|
Shes laid in bed, just sort of sitting there. She was. worried to say the least about Jayson.
Here you are my love.
' ' Thank you, Love.. It smells amazing. ' ' She smiles, taking the bowl, carefully sipping from it.
|He smiles softly at her. He does need to come home more.|
As she drinks the soup, A flicker starts to shine in her eye. and she drinks it, Jayson feels his flames dull. He physically feels it, the way it leaves him, and the way he can see her physically light up.
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate.
|His eyes hold a guilt, it's not a new one. This time, however, the guilt doesn't tango with any superiority or salsa with any anger. Rather, it waltzes with a regret, a sadness even, and the dancer for once is himself. Jayson never knew his next steps well.|
If I know anything about you, it's that you're strong. You will get through this, we'll make it through. One way or another.
' ' .. Right. One way or another. ' ' Her eyes are sad, filled with the suffering of years that Jayson just wouldn't understand. She's different, then how she was all those years ago. A soft, yet angry voice floats in his ear. " You promised to love me. To be there. How much of that was a Lie, Jayson? You have so much power, yet you can't bear to give a sliver of it to the one who needs it most." HER voice. Not the way she is now, but the way she used to be, when they ran away to the beach that fateful night, the night they lost everything.
It's...I've tried to love you. It means nothing, my attempts, but please know I've meant it with every "I love you". Things have been difficult, and I know it's nothing, but if it was easier, I'd have done this sooner.
|His voice is not the Admiral Ferin that has learned to strike fear into those around him. It is the voice of a man who never learned how to be a proper father, but has tried for better or worse to be. It is the voice of a man who could smile in pride at someone other than himself. It is the voice of Jayson, a man who has been lost for so long, stuck with a general who has tried to forget he existed for so long in an attempt to do something a little right.|
' ' ... I'm sorry? ' ' Shes. VERY confused. She didn't say anything, and so shes just. so lost. That wasn't her. " You have a choice Jayson. Give your wife magic. Give your wife a spark of your flame, and keep her alive. But you lose some of your magic. You become weaker. Or, You can keep it all to yourself. The choice is yours, Admiral. "
The voice is angry, a loud hissing.
|For reasons he can't grasp, the choice feels harder then it should be.|
You're uh, you're saying strange things. Or something like you. I might be a little tired.
|He thinks about his answer, if that will mean anything to this person, this imitation of his lover: How much is some to you?|
" Half would keep her alive for as long as you do. But you'd lose half your power... " The voices giggle as they circle.
|It's a contemplation that again might have lasted too long. Jayson tries to act natural.|
||If I refuse, how long would she have?||
" A month... if she's lucky. but may doesnt rest.. and its only a month if she rests!~ " The voice starts to buzz, a sick and terrible buzzing sound.
||...How do I give it to her.||
"You, are going to cook a meal with your fire. infuse it. I will do the rest. "
... I? What does it mean I? Is it its own being?
|He clears his throat.|
Feeling hungry? I can go make you something.
' ' .. That would be nice I suppose?... Jayson, my darling.. are you alright? ' '
I'm alright. You just rest, I'll be done soon.
|He goes to make that meal and stuff.|
The ghosts follow, hissing and giggling in his ears. "Good! Good! " They repeat over and over.
|He goes to the kitchen, using his fire to make a soup.|
They Ghosts laugh, and laugh, and laugh til it is unbearably loud. They form, and he sees them. May, As a small girl, her as a teen, and her now. They circle the pot them swoop inside. when they do, the flames also swoop into the pots, filling it with a fiery glow. The soup glows, bright. and a small voice whisper is in his ear "You've done so well, my darling. "
|He finishes making the soup then brings it back to May.|
Shes laid in bed, just sort of sitting there. She was. worried to say the least about Jayson.
Here you are my love.
' ' Thank you, Love.. It smells amazing. ' ' She smiles, taking the bowl, carefully sipping from it.
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate.
|His eyes hold a guilt, it's not a new one. This time, however, the guilt doesn't tango with any superiority or salsa with any anger. Rather, it waltzes with a regret, a sadness even, and the dancer for once is himself. Jayson never knew his next steps well.|
If I know anything about you, it's that you're strong. You will get through this, we'll make it through. One way or another.
' ' .. Right. One way or another. ' ' Her eyes are sad, filled with the suffering of years that Jayson just wouldn't understand. She's different, then how she was all those years ago. A soft, yet angry voice floats in his ear. " You promised to love me. To be there. How much of that was a Lie, Jayson? You have so much power, yet you can't bear to give a sliver of it to the one who needs it most." HER voice. Not the way she is now, but the way she used to be, when they ran away to the beach that fateful night, the night they lost everything.
It's...I've tried to love you. It means nothing, my attempts, but please know I've meant it with every "I love you". Things have been difficult, and I know it's nothing, but if it was easier, I'd have done this sooner.
|His voice is not the Admiral Ferin that has learned to strike fear into those around him. It is the voice of a man who never learned how to be a proper father, but has tried for better or worse to be. It is the voice of a man who could smile in pride at someone other than himself. It is the voice of Jayson, a man who has been lost for so long, stuck with a general who has tried to forget he existed for so long in an attempt to do something a little right.|
' ' ... I'm sorry? ' ' Shes. VERY confused. She didn't say anything, and so shes just. so lost. That wasn't her. " You have a choice Jayson. Give your wife magic. Give your wife a spark of your flame, and keep her alive. But you lose some of your magic. You become weaker. Or, You can keep it all to yourself. The choice is yours, Admiral. "
The voice is angry, a loud hissing.
|For reasons he can't grasp, the choice feels harder then it should be.|
You're uh, you're saying strange things. Or something like you. I might be a little tired.
|He thinks about his answer, if that will mean anything to this person, this imitation of his lover: How much is some to you?|
" Half would keep her alive for as long as you do. But you'd lose half your power... " The voices giggle as they circle.
|It's a contemplation that again might have lasted too long. Jayson tries to act natural.|
||If I refuse, how long would she have?||
" A month... if she's lucky. but may doesnt rest.. and its only a month if she rests!~ " The voice starts to buzz, a sick and terrible buzzing sound.
||...How do I give it to her.||
"You, are going to cook a meal with your fire. infuse it. I will do the rest. "
... I? What does it mean I? Is it its own being?
|He clears his throat.|
Feeling hungry? I can go make you something.
' ' .. That would be nice I suppose?... Jayson, my darling.. are you alright? ' '
I'm alright. You just rest, I'll be done soon.
|He goes to make that meal and stuff.|
The ghosts follow, hissing and giggling in his ears. "Good! Good! " They repeat over and over.
|He goes to the kitchen, using his fire to make a soup.|
They Ghosts laugh, and laugh, and laugh til it is unbearably loud. They form, and he sees them. May, As a small girl, her as a teen, and her now. They circle the pot them swoop inside. when they do, the flames also swoop into the pots, filling it with a fiery glow. The soup glows, bright. and a small voice whisper is in his ear "You've done so well, my darling. "
|He finishes making the soup then brings it back to May.|
Shes laid in bed, just sort of sitting there. She was. worried to say the least about Jayson.
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate.
|His eyes hold a guilt, it's not a new one. This time, however, the guilt doesn't tango with any superiority or salsa with any anger. Rather, it waltzes with a regret, a sadness even, and the dancer for once is himself. Jayson never knew his next steps well.|
If I know anything about you, it's that you're strong. You will get through this, we'll make it through. One way or another.
' ' .. Right. One way or another. ' ' Her eyes are sad, filled with the suffering of years that Jayson just wouldn't understand. She's different, then how she was all those years ago. A soft, yet angry voice floats in his ear. " You promised to love me. To be there. How much of that was a Lie, Jayson? You have so much power, yet you can't bear to give a sliver of it to the one who needs it most." HER voice. Not the way she is now, but the way she used to be, when they ran away to the beach that fateful night, the night they lost everything.
It's...I've tried to love you. It means nothing, my attempts, but please know I've meant it with every "I love you". Things have been difficult, and I know it's nothing, but if it was easier, I'd have done this sooner.
|His voice is not the Admiral Ferin that has learned to strike fear into those around him. It is the voice of a man who never learned how to be a proper father, but has tried for better or worse to be. It is the voice of a man who could smile in pride at someone other than himself. It is the voice of Jayson, a man who has been lost for so long, stuck with a general who has tried to forget he existed for so long in an attempt to do something a little right.|
' ' ... I'm sorry? ' ' Shes. VERY confused. She didn't say anything, and so shes just. so lost. That wasn't her. " You have a choice Jayson. Give your wife magic. Give your wife a spark of your flame, and keep her alive. But you lose some of your magic. You become weaker. Or, You can keep it all to yourself. The choice is yours, Admiral. "
The voice is angry, a loud hissing.
|For reasons he can't grasp, the choice feels harder then it should be.|
You're uh, you're saying strange things. Or something like you. I might be a little tired.
|He thinks about his answer, if that will mean anything to this person, this imitation of his lover: How much is some to you?|
" Half would keep her alive for as long as you do. But you'd lose half your power... " The voices giggle as they circle.
|It's a contemplation that again might have lasted too long. Jayson tries to act natural.|
||If I refuse, how long would she have?||
" A month... if she's lucky. but may doesnt rest.. and its only a month if she rests!~ " The voice starts to buzz, a sick and terrible buzzing sound.
||...How do I give it to her.||
"You, are going to cook a meal with your fire. infuse it. I will do the rest. "
... I? What does it mean I? Is it its own being?
|He clears his throat.|
Feeling hungry? I can go make you something.
' ' .. That would be nice I suppose?... Jayson, my darling.. are you alright? ' '
I'm alright. You just rest, I'll be done soon.
|He goes to make that meal and stuff.|
The ghosts follow, hissing and giggling in his ears. "Good! Good! " They repeat over and over.
|He goes to the kitchen, using his fire to make a soup.|
They Ghosts laugh, and laugh, and laugh til it is unbearably loud. They form, and he sees them. May, As a small girl, her as a teen, and her now. They circle the pot them swoop inside. when they do, the flames also swoop into the pots, filling it with a fiery glow. The soup glows, bright. and a small voice whisper is in his ear "You've done so well, my darling. "
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate.
|His eyes hold a guilt, it's not a new one. This time, however, the guilt doesn't tango with any superiority or salsa with any anger. Rather, it waltzes with a regret, a sadness even, and the dancer for once is himself. Jayson never knew his next steps well.|
If I know anything about you, it's that you're strong. You will get through this, we'll make it through. One way or another.
' ' .. Right. One way or another. ' ' Her eyes are sad, filled with the suffering of years that Jayson just wouldn't understand. She's different, then how she was all those years ago. A soft, yet angry voice floats in his ear. " You promised to love me. To be there. How much of that was a Lie, Jayson? You have so much power, yet you can't bear to give a sliver of it to the one who needs it most." HER voice. Not the way she is now, but the way she used to be, when they ran away to the beach that fateful night, the night they lost everything.
It's...I've tried to love you. It means nothing, my attempts, but please know I've meant it with every "I love you". Things have been difficult, and I know it's nothing, but if it was easier, I'd have done this sooner.
|His voice is not the Admiral Ferin that has learned to strike fear into those around him. It is the voice of a man who never learned how to be a proper father, but has tried for better or worse to be. It is the voice of a man who could smile in pride at someone other than himself. It is the voice of Jayson, a man who has been lost for so long, stuck with a general who has tried to forget he existed for so long in an attempt to do something a little right.|
' ' ... I'm sorry? ' ' Shes. VERY confused. She didn't say anything, and so shes just. so lost. That wasn't her. " You have a choice Jayson. Give your wife magic. Give your wife a spark of your flame, and keep her alive. But you lose some of your magic. You become weaker. Or, You can keep it all to yourself. The choice is yours, Admiral. "
The voice is angry, a loud hissing.
|For reasons he can't grasp, the choice feels harder then it should be.|
You're uh, you're saying strange things. Or something like you. I might be a little tired.
|He thinks about his answer, if that will mean anything to this person, this imitation of his lover: How much is some to you?|
" Half would keep her alive for as long as you do. But you'd lose half your power... " The voices giggle as they circle.
|It's a contemplation that again might have lasted too long. Jayson tries to act natural.|
||If I refuse, how long would she have?||
" A month... if she's lucky. but may doesnt rest.. and its only a month if she rests!~ " The voice starts to buzz, a sick and terrible buzzing sound.
||...How do I give it to her.||
"You, are going to cook a meal with your fire. infuse it. I will do the rest. "
... I? What does it mean I? Is it its own being?
|He clears his throat.|
Feeling hungry? I can go make you something.
' ' .. That would be nice I suppose?... Jayson, my darling.. are you alright? ' '
I'm alright. You just rest, I'll be done soon.
|He goes to make that meal and stuff.|
The ghosts follow, hissing and giggling in his ears. "Good! Good! " They repeat over and over.
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate.
|His eyes hold a guilt, it's not a new one. This time, however, the guilt doesn't tango with any superiority or salsa with any anger. Rather, it waltzes with a regret, a sadness even, and the dancer for once is himself. Jayson never knew his next steps well.|
If I know anything about you, it's that you're strong. You will get through this, we'll make it through. One way or another.
' ' .. Right. One way or another. ' ' Her eyes are sad, filled with the suffering of years that Jayson just wouldn't understand. She's different, then how she was all those years ago. A soft, yet angry voice floats in his ear. " You promised to love me. To be there. How much of that was a Lie, Jayson? You have so much power, yet you can't bear to give a sliver of it to the one who needs it most." HER voice. Not the way she is now, but the way she used to be, when they ran away to the beach that fateful night, the night they lost everything.
It's...I've tried to love you. It means nothing, my attempts, but please know I've meant it with every "I love you". Things have been difficult, and I know it's nothing, but if it was easier, I'd have done this sooner.
|His voice is not the Admiral Ferin that has learned to strike fear into those around him. It is the voice of a man who never learned how to be a proper father, but has tried for better or worse to be. It is the voice of a man who could smile in pride at someone other than himself. It is the voice of Jayson, a man who has been lost for so long, stuck with a general who has tried to forget he existed for so long in an attempt to do something a little right.|
' ' ... I'm sorry? ' ' Shes. VERY confused. She didn't say anything, and so shes just. so lost. That wasn't her. " You have a choice Jayson. Give your wife magic. Give your wife a spark of your flame, and keep her alive. But you lose some of your magic. You become weaker. Or, You can keep it all to yourself. The choice is yours, Admiral. "
The voice is angry, a loud hissing.
|For reasons he can't grasp, the choice feels harder then it should be.|
You're uh, you're saying strange things. Or something like you. I might be a little tired.
|He thinks about his answer, if that will mean anything to this person, this imitation of his lover: How much is some to you?|
" Half would keep her alive for as long as you do. But you'd lose half your power... " The voices giggle as they circle.
|It's a contemplation that again might have lasted too long. Jayson tries to act natural.|
||If I refuse, how long would she have?||
" A month... if she's lucky. but may doesnt rest.. and its only a month if she rests!~ " The voice starts to buzz, a sick and terrible buzzing sound.
||...How do I give it to her.||
"You, are going to cook a meal with your fire. infuse it. I will do the rest. "
... I? What does it mean I? Is it its own being?
|He clears his throat.|
Feeling hungry? I can go make you something.
' ' .. That would be nice I suppose?... Jayson, my darling.. are you alright? ' '
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate.
|His eyes hold a guilt, it's not a new one. This time, however, the guilt doesn't tango with any superiority or salsa with any anger. Rather, it waltzes with a regret, a sadness even, and the dancer for once is himself. Jayson never knew his next steps well.|
If I know anything about you, it's that you're strong. You will get through this, we'll make it through. One way or another.
' ' .. Right. One way or another. ' ' Her eyes are sad, filled with the suffering of years that Jayson just wouldn't understand. She's different, then how she was all those years ago. A soft, yet angry voice floats in his ear. " You promised to love me. To be there. How much of that was a Lie, Jayson? You have so much power, yet you can't bear to give a sliver of it to the one who needs it most." HER voice. Not the way she is now, but the way she used to be, when they ran away to the beach that fateful night, the night they lost everything.
It's...I've tried to love you. It means nothing, my attempts, but please know I've meant it with every "I love you". Things have been difficult, and I know it's nothing, but if it was easier, I'd have done this sooner.
|His voice is not the Admiral Ferin that has learned to strike fear into those around him. It is the voice of a man who never learned how to be a proper father, but has tried for better or worse to be. It is the voice of a man who could smile in pride at someone other than himself. It is the voice of Jayson, a man who has been lost for so long, stuck with a general who has tried to forget he existed for so long in an attempt to do something a little right.|
' ' ... I'm sorry? ' ' Shes. VERY confused. She didn't say anything, and so shes just. so lost. That wasn't her. " You have a choice Jayson. Give your wife magic. Give your wife a spark of your flame, and keep her alive. But you lose some of your magic. You become weaker. Or, You can keep it all to yourself. The choice is yours, Admiral. "
The voice is angry, a loud hissing.
|For reasons he can't grasp, the choice feels harder then it should be.|
You're uh, you're saying strange things. Or something like you. I might be a little tired.
|He thinks about his answer, if that will mean anything to this person, this imitation of his lover: How much is some to you?|
" Half would keep her alive for as long as you do. But you'd lose half your power... " The voices giggle as they circle.
|It's a contemplation that again might have lasted too long. Jayson tries to act natural.|
||If I refuse, how long would she have?||
" A month... if she's lucky. but may doesnt rest.. and its only a month if she rests!~ " The voice starts to buzz, a sick and terrible buzzing sound.
||...How do I give it to her.||
"You, are going to cook a meal with your fire. infuse it. I will do the rest. "
... I? What does it mean I? Is it its own being?
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate.
|His eyes hold a guilt, it's not a new one. This time, however, the guilt doesn't tango with any superiority or salsa with any anger. Rather, it waltzes with a regret, a sadness even, and the dancer for once is himself. Jayson never knew his next steps well.|
If I know anything about you, it's that you're strong. You will get through this, we'll make it through. One way or another.
' ' .. Right. One way or another. ' ' Her eyes are sad, filled with the suffering of years that Jayson just wouldn't understand. She's different, then how she was all those years ago. A soft, yet angry voice floats in his ear. " You promised to love me. To be there. How much of that was a Lie, Jayson? You have so much power, yet you can't bear to give a sliver of it to the one who needs it most." HER voice. Not the way she is now, but the way she used to be, when they ran away to the beach that fateful night, the night they lost everything.
It's...I've tried to love you. It means nothing, my attempts, but please know I've meant it with every "I love you". Things have been difficult, and I know it's nothing, but if it was easier, I'd have done this sooner.
|His voice is not the Admiral Ferin that has learned to strike fear into those around him. It is the voice of a man who never learned how to be a proper father, but has tried for better or worse to be. It is the voice of a man who could smile in pride at someone other than himself. It is the voice of Jayson, a man who has been lost for so long, stuck with a general who has tried to forget he existed for so long in an attempt to do something a little right.|
' ' ... I'm sorry? ' ' Shes. VERY confused. She didn't say anything, and so shes just. so lost. That wasn't her. " You have a choice Jayson. Give your wife magic. Give your wife a spark of your flame, and keep her alive. But you lose some of your magic. You become weaker. Or, You can keep it all to yourself. The choice is yours, Admiral. "
The voice is angry, a loud hissing.
|For reasons he can't grasp, the choice feels harder then it should be.|
You're uh, you're saying strange things. Or something like you. I might be a little tired.
|He thinks about his answer, if that will mean anything to this person, this imitation of his lover: How much is some to you?|
" Half would keep her alive for as long as you do. But you'd lose half your power... " The voices giggle as they circle.
|It's a contemplation that again might have lasted too long. Jayson tries to act natural.|
||If I refuse, how long would she have?||
" A month... if she's lucky. but may doesnt rest.. and its only a month if she rests!~ " The voice starts to buzz, a sick and terrible buzzing sound.
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate.
|His eyes hold a guilt, it's not a new one. This time, however, the guilt doesn't tango with any superiority or salsa with any anger. Rather, it waltzes with a regret, a sadness even, and the dancer for once is himself. Jayson never knew his next steps well.|
If I know anything about you, it's that you're strong. You will get through this, we'll make it through. One way or another.
' ' .. Right. One way or another. ' ' Her eyes are sad, filled with the suffering of years that Jayson just wouldn't understand. She's different, then how she was all those years ago. A soft, yet angry voice floats in his ear. " You promised to love me. To be there. How much of that was a Lie, Jayson? You have so much power, yet you can't bear to give a sliver of it to the one who needs it most." HER voice. Not the way she is now, but the way she used to be, when they ran away to the beach that fateful night, the night they lost everything.
It's...I've tried to love you. It means nothing, my attempts, but please know I've meant it with every "I love you". Things have been difficult, and I know it's nothing, but if it was easier, I'd have done this sooner.
|His voice is not the Admiral Ferin that has learned to strike fear into those around him. It is the voice of a man who never learned how to be a proper father, but has tried for better or worse to be. It is the voice of a man who could smile in pride at someone other than himself. It is the voice of Jayson, a man who has been lost for so long, stuck with a general who has tried to forget he existed for so long in an attempt to do something a little right.|
' ' ... I'm sorry? ' ' Shes. VERY confused. She didn't say anything, and so shes just. so lost. That wasn't her. " You have a choice Jayson. Give your wife magic. Give your wife a spark of your flame, and keep her alive. But you lose some of your magic. You become weaker. Or, You can keep it all to yourself. The choice is yours, Admiral. "
The voice is angry, a loud hissing.
|For reasons he can't grasp, the choice feels harder then it should be.|
You're uh, you're saying strange things. Or something like you. I might be a little tired.
|He thinks about his answer, if that will mean anything to this person, this imitation of his lover: How much is some to you?|
" Half would keep her alive for as long as you do. But you'd lose half your power... " The voices giggle as they circle.
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate.
|His eyes hold a guilt, it's not a new one. This time, however, the guilt doesn't tango with any superiority or salsa with any anger. Rather, it waltzes with a regret, a sadness even, and the dancer for once is himself. Jayson never knew his next steps well.|
If I know anything about you, it's that you're strong. You will get through this, we'll make it through. One way or another.
' ' .. Right. One way or another. ' ' Her eyes are sad, filled with the suffering of years that Jayson just wouldn't understand. She's different, then how she was all those years ago. A soft, yet angry voice floats in his ear. " You promised to love me. To be there. How much of that was a Lie, Jayson? You have so much power, yet you can't bear to give a sliver of it to the one who needs it most." HER voice. Not the way she is now, but the way she used to be, when they ran away to the beach that fateful night, the night they lost everything.
It's...I've tried to love you. It means nothing, my attempts, but please know I've meant it with every "I love you". Things have been difficult, and I know it's nothing, but if it was easier, I'd have done this sooner.
|His voice is not the Admiral Ferin that has learned to strike fear into those around him. It is the voice of a man who never learned how to be a proper father, but has tried for better or worse to be. It is the voice of a man who could smile in pride at someone other than himself. It is the voice of Jayson, a man who has been lost for so long, stuck with a general who has tried to forget he existed for so long in an attempt to do something a little right.|
' ' ... I'm sorry? ' ' Shes. VERY confused. She didn't say anything, and so shes just. so lost. That wasn't her. " You have a choice Jayson. Give your wife magic. Give your wife a spark of your flame, and keep her alive. But you lose some of your magic. You become weaker. Or, You can keep it all to yourself. The choice is yours, Admiral. "
The voice is angry, a loud hissing.
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate.
|His eyes hold a guilt, it's not a new one. This time, however, the guilt doesn't tango with any superiority or salsa with any anger. Rather, it waltzes with a regret, a sadness even, and the dancer for once is himself. Jayson never knew his next steps well.|
If I know anything about you, it's that you're strong. You will get through this, we'll make it through. One way or another.
' ' .. Right. One way or another. ' ' Her eyes are sad, filled with the suffering of years that Jayson just wouldn't understand. She's different, then how she was all those years ago. A soft, yet angry voice floats in his ear. " You promised to love me. To be there. How much of that was a Lie, Jayson? You have so much power, yet you can't bear to give a sliver of it to the one who needs it most." HER voice. Not the way she is now, but the way she used to be, when they ran away to the beach that fateful night, the night they lost everything.
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
That's not great talk. Are things already that bad?
' ' I wish I knew flat out. I.. Feel like it.But the doctors are saying as long as I rest and such I'll be fine.. ' ' She mumbles, just looking at Jayson. Shes so.. sickly. its frightening to look at her like that.
|After all this time, does Jayson manage to make it to Malenia. He enters in, seeing what is probably an asleep Mae, and just I guess watches over her till she wakes up and shit.|
@a-ferins-fire
She looks visibly sicker. Shes a bit more sunken and pale, and the way that her body moves is painful to watch almost. She wakes once she hears his boots. ' ' I thought we agreed on no shoes in the house?... ' ' She coughs.
|He is a bit startled, by the condition she's gotten, and by her being awake. He lets go of some of his tenseness slightly. She always had that effect on him.|
Right, my mistake. Sleeping any well?
|He leaves his shoes wherever he would leave them neatly, sitting by the bedside.|
' ' Well, when its the only thing I can do nowadays... its pretty good. ' ' She hums, Sitting up as gently as she can. ' ' I missed you. I always do. ' '
I know. I'll be here as long as I can.
|He hangs his coat uh somewhere. I know their house trust.|
' ' I'm... Glad you'll be here.. I'm not sure how much longer I'm even meant for this world. ' '
She watches him as he moves.
