#characomm

[svlutem]

Tagged by: @teikcku

my muse can: 

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic robot tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

tagging: everyone

[svlutem]

“Ada, tell me...” She said while she drank her tea, “Did you miss me?”

“Of course, my sun and stars.”

“Naneth, did you mourn?”

“I didn’t think I could stop.”

“I was gone for eleven years.”

“Darling, please, do not stress yourself--”

“I’m quite calm, actually.” A pause. “Did you pray? When I was born, and when I was taken?”

“Ila...” They did.

“I laid next to darkness day and night. Under starlight, I damaged my throat with my cries.” There was a rough, rasping sound in her voice, her tone a warning snarl.

Her mother looked at the floor with guilt in her eyes, her father looked on with the cruel knowledge that he couldn’t save her.

“I waited for eleven years.” Her rasp dragged along the silence in the room like a doctor’s knife through skin--smooth, dignified, revealing the tattered innards inside of her. “I prayed for three of them.”