| Drained (tag: Erebos) |
[07 Jun 2008|06:04pm] |
Her feet dragged as she made her way to her room. It was a manner of walking that would have either had her chiding or offering comfort had she seen it in any of her children. But she was so utterly weary, mentally, physically, emotionally weary, that even putting one foot in front of another was work. Lifting them to walk as a lady should was simply beyond her capabilities at that point.
Nyx could have, if she’d chosen, gone directly to her bedroom upon her return from speaking with Lethe. She hadn’t for one reason. She needed to see if anyone else might need her. Oizys had. Lethe had. And if any of her other children had been present in her home when she had arrived, she would have curled up on a settee in the parlor to mask her tiredness and listened to them for as long as was necessary. It was what she needed to do as a mother.
But with no one waiting for her, she allowed her shoulders to slump and began the walk to find some guaranteed privacy. And as she did so, that part of her that was first and always a mother began to crack. Like a shell that she had built around her, to hold herself together, to manage to make it through for her children, to give them her strength, she had reinforced that part of herself. It wasn’t necessary now, and she couldn’t maintain it. As it fell away, as the mother faded, the individual that was the rest of Nyx emerged slowly.
( And she was feeling very selfish. )
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