@burnselfs : ❛ it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up ? ❜
we have to be very careful. he had been the one to say that, staring at the frozen expressions of his family. now that they’re moving again. alive. real. it’s——caduceus is still piecing together how he feels about it. it’s not quite a revival, not quite. similar, though. which he expects his family to be thinking about as well though they won’t say it. they never will.
there’s just something about time. the time that has passed, marking his body while they remain untouched. as if the years he had spent waiting were lost in more ways than one. he’s glad. really, he’s glad. it’s better that they had no choice, frozen in the garden. it’s better that he can cross the alternative off the list. it just leaves him a lot, is all.
❛ i think, ❜ he starts in that slow way of his. he likes talking like this. maybe it’s because he had just been out of practice, but the longer he stays outside, the more he realizes that maybe it’s not a bad habit to hold onto. it gives him time to think. to consider things. strategize. which, admittedly, is something new to him. or perhaps it’s just because he finally has a word for it. ❛ i’m holding up. hm. i’m thankful it turned out as well as it did. ❜
POST-TRAUMA : accepting