Youre exhausted. these past two days have been one high after another with almost no breather to bear. youve been lost in work; consumed in creation. giddy with responsibility.
When Venti had crashed you were already shaky on your feet from the sheer volume of business and change fluttering through your life, and youd still spent a solid hour burying him in magic. You scryed every. single. inch. of his body in the magical spectrum, spending three times as long on his brain looking for a single trace of that invasive thing that had taken your son; benevolent or no.
Magical feedback left your skin tingling and your fingertips numb. Once you were satisfied that your spicy tiefling noodle was back to himself, youd gently placed him in bed...and you didnt even make it out his door. Collapsed, right into his reading chair, head spinning as exhaustion caught you, it was there you’d been for the past God knows how long...
When it hit you just as it hit her.
She was gone. Somehow, Someway, you knew. You felt her leave. You should be excited, overjoyed.
But you knew better.
...Why the FUCK could you feel that