#adsidues

[warriorofvalhalla-blog]

And she falters. She breaks; no she shatters herself in a matter of mere moments. A lullaby sung so sweetly only to have the notes missed, or to have a string snap. Her mind was that string---she had finally snapped. Claire fell to the floor in a mess of emotions and body parts. A hole was filling her soul as her feelings were leaving her eyes in the form of tears that stung like acid. Why was a woman whose beauty struck like her name, like lightning---a bright flash yet underneath she felt her personality was so bland that she just faded away. Why was she crying? A question her mind couldn’t comprehend, couldn’t accept. The sobs leave her in screams and wails, it’s the first time she’s ever really cried like this. Emotions are something that she can’t let herself express when she pays attention. Her emotions come out in the moments that she’s lost inside of her broken picture of a mind. In was in a moment of her deepest despair that she had found a piece of herself, she found the part that had been hurting since the first time she lost her. Those moments of anger and coldness were a mask her heart wore and a wall she built around herself because why should she cry? What did tears ever solve? Claire couldn’t think for a moment, too lost in the thoughts of sadness that she couldn’t hear the knocking on the bathroom door. Caius had been sitting out in the hallway for awhile now; waiting for her to talk and to run to him. The fact of the matter was that she didn’t want to run to him---he was the reason she felt like this, yet so was she. He got her pregnant, yet she was the one who fell---who killed their child. Fingers rake across her skin like nails on chalk; she can’t stand to touch herself any longer. She was trapped in her own mind and she was the only one in there. No matter who came to her rescue she would never truly be saved from herself. Minutes passed by like hours as she just sat on the floor, feeling the coolness of the tiles against her back. Her throat was raw and her eyes couldn’t cry another drop; she had become a desert—so dry and hot that she was in a delirium. Corina---a name so perfect and sweet for the child; yet now she would never hear her name, she would never see the world and have her heart broken. There wouldn’t be any soccer games or football games. Claire wouldn’t be a mom---not yet at least, that’s what killed her. She may be alive, yet her soul had died the day she hit the concrete floor. When she hears a door open she doesn’t move, hands wrap themselves around her and lift her off the coldness of the floor. It was then did she realize her hair was wet and sticky as was her neck, yet the man holding her in his loving grasp didn’t care. Caius held her as they sat on their couch for what seemed like hours, in all her grieving she had forgotten she wasn’t the only one who lost a child. Caius hurt too; he must be as torn apart as she was about all of it. At the end of it all Claire wasn’t the only one who died a little that day, he mourned her as much as she did. There was this feeling of guilt in her stomach for how it all happened, she promised Caius she’d be careful—yet she acted so careless; Claire had gotten their child killed, she had brought yet another death onto Caius’ shoulders, and for that it would take some time to forgive herself for.

[warriorofvalhalla-blog]

A hum fills the dim lit hallways as Lightning prepares to make her way downstairs. The morning had been rather uneventful; the baby hadn’t kicked or moved in the past few hours---which to her was a blessing. Eyes glance up at the calendar that hangs on the wall. Three months to go until Corina was to be brought into the world. Footsteps make their way to look in their newly finished nursery, the walls are a light shade of pink and early gifts sit on the floor waiting to be organized. A smile rests upon Lightning’s face---for once she felt at peace. She didn’t know how long she stood there, and frankly she didn’t care. She was about to become a mom and it was in moments like this that she finally accepted that fact. At first Lightning didn’t want the child nor did she want a family with Caius, yet here they were a few months later living together. Eyes look to the floor and whilst most of the view is taken up by her stomach she can still just barely see her toes if she leans just the right way. It was then that Lightning remembered that she had important things to do, write baby shower invites and plan everything. Quickly but carefully did she make her way towards the staircase with a firm grip on the railing as she always did, it’s not that she thought she would actually fall—but just in case. As she reaches the bottom of the steps she sits herself onto the couch and reads through the list that lay in front of her. A door opening and then closing lets her know that Caius is home, although a hand gesture is given as if to say ‘I’m working please don’t talk to me’, not in a rude way of course, just to let him know she was really trying to focus. It’s not until she feels a kissed pressed upon the top of her head and hearing footsteps going up the stairs does she breathe a slight sigh. She needed something from the basement and that meant going down a very unstable set of stairs, something that Lightning hated. She knew Caius would’ve gone for her as he had countless times before, yet she wanted to try and do something for herself for once. Pushing herself off the couch and walking towards the door that leads down to their basement and quickly flicks on the light switch to help her see. Slowly going down the steps it wasn’t until it was too late did she realize she forgot to grab hold of the railing---that’s when her life flashed before her. Her foot slipped and she fell head first down the stairs until landing on her back at the bottom. The first thought is about the baby---her worst fear had come true---a hand pressed against her stomach as she tried her best to sit herself up. “Caius!!!” Her scream could curdle blood in an instant which it’s pain and sorrow and fear. Caius flies down the stairs and his hands wrap themselves around her swiftly as if she weighed no more than a piece of paper did he carry her up the stairs. “Wait here, I’ll call for help.” His voice is trying to stay calm, yet Lightning can see the fear written all over his face as she throws her face in her hand. She could’ve killed their child----all for a box of pictures. Something that meant nothing compared to the life she was so looking forward to. This was a life she couldn’t lose, it would be worse than losing her sister.

[crimsondeath]

//pst let's braid each other's hair tbh

ghdjfhjg yes pls ahhh uwwwwu plays with your hair tbqh

[aurielsdaggers]

adsidues​

“You are ailed, Warrior.   Pained. Tired. Broken.   When your task is finished,   I will lull you to a final sleep                                                                                                within the Chaos.”