@tenteacles said: 💞finally nyooms in with this 8^)))) || accepting
Sometimes she wants to ask how he’s managing, what his life is like from where he is. But she always knows the answer, it’s always covered in vagueness for the sake of protecting her. At first, she can’t help but feel frustrated; having been a matriarch for decades, she has obtained a particular sense of obligation to know about her loved ones—& that includes him, too. However, she also learns that she needs to respect his boundaries for both of their safety. For whatever he wants to disclose, he will, & she trusts him wholeheartedly. & so, as he appears right before her, instead of inquiring what he’s been doing, she proceeds to hug him. “ Bienvenido. ”
“ Shhh….está bien. I’m alright. ” Skeletal hands placed around his cheeks, there is a need to tiptoe in order to reach them. Such rage is contained within him, she could feel how tense his body was. But soft coos always seems to work for him, & every calm word spoken to him inches him closer to serenity. He’s troubled by a slight mishap she’s encountered, & although it truly is a pain to deal with, it’s nothing new. She has experience, she has encountered worse in her lifetime. He doesn’t understand it, though, & he’s blinded by rage. While no one in the right mind would go through hellfire, she does—because she needs to. A few more strokes made around his distraught face, he eventually simmers down & retracts his tentacles, leaving nothing but a frown on his face. “ There we go, ” she says softly, a subtle smile accompanying it, “ ese es mi muchacho. ”
It’s no secret that she’s stressed, & she begins to overthink. He mentions a duel, & she doesn’t understand why, but she expects the worst. Not that she underestimates his abilities—no, never. Yet, she’s concerned, because it’s a natural feeling to receive when someone whom she calls her hijo is in a state of threat. No amount of begging wills top him, she knows that by heart, but she wishes it was enough. Distress filling her heart, she lets out a defeated sigh, unable to shake away her emotions. The matriarch stares at him longingly, before she tries to focus back on her work for distraction. “ Don’t get yourself killed. I won’t forgive you if you even think for a second I’m fine with this. ” His honesty, at least, is appreciated.
Blood stains are on his shirt, & without hesitation, she asks him to take it off. “ Ay, ¿again? ” It’s disturbing how an unnerving sight like this is normal to her now, & instead of panicking, she reacts to it as if it’s only spilled tomato juice. “ ¿Another poor soul? ” His victims vary, & although she never asks for details, she only wants to know whether the blood belongs to him or not. “ I wish you were cleaner at doing your job. ” She knows it’s not possible, but it never hurts to try to reinforce it on him. It’s all she asks from him, especially when he comes to visit her.
“ I’ll be fine. It’s part of the afterlife, just like life….there’s always an end to a cycle. ” Word goes out that she’s going to succumb to Final Death, but not too soon. There’s still time, & she wants to cherish whatever little time she has left. But he refuses to acknowledge it, & swears that he’ll find a way around this. Alas, she’s telling him to stop—there’s nothing he can do. She’s already accepted her fate, he should, too. He then asks her about reincarnation, & for a moment, she truly ponders about it. She’s not concerned, oddly enough, but the concept intrigues her to think. “ No sé, ” she answers casually, “ pero if such things exist….I hope you come & find me. ” She jokingly smiles at him, then holds his hand. “ No matter what happens to me, though….don’t worry about me, por favor. It’s going to be alright….you have to trust me. ”
