theophylaktos (theophylaktos) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-06-08 17:00:00 |
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My lily of the valley of the shadow of death
Usually, tending to the garden brought Theo a certain sense of peace. Hands full of dirt, on his knees among the flowers and the plants, everything else tended to blend away.
But it had been working less and less, as something else grew over the years and tugged at him. Not just restlessness, an urge deeper than that. He ought to be doing more, he ought to be doing so much more. He wasn't sure what that 'more' should be, but with each passing day the urge took hold a little deeper in his soul.
Having just planted a new row of lilies, he sat back on his heels and sighed. He wiped his hands on his black trousers as he stood, his mind made up. He didn't know whether his mother was topside or not, but on the offchance that she wasn't, he called for her the way she always heard when she was in the Underworld, a deep calling breathed through a simple whisper. "Mum?"