To all the mothers out there, former and current - hope you have a good day.
Hn.
[Agravaine had never in his life been a momma's boy. He yearned to make her proud, yet he'd never groveled or begged or kissed ass just to be the perfect son. For a long time he'd understood she accepted him for who he was, and being of few people he did, he respected that. He respected her, even if he didn't believe in all of her decisions.
These would've shown up at her door sometime during the way, labeled with a small scented card that said in print: "Happy Mother's Day -- your son, Agravaine".
He'd never been one for deep sentiments. But he knew she'd know all that he meant to say.]
[filter; private]
I should wish you a happy Mother's Day, but I won't. I won't because you don't deserve it from me. I loved you, and you never risked anything for my happiness. Did you ever love me? Did you forget about me in Troy? Did you remember me as it burned, did you wonder as hundreds of children were slayed or taken as slaves if your own child was happy and safe?
No, I don't want to know.
I spent this afternoon with a woman who I wish you were half as good as. But you can't measure up to her. I'll take Lena over you in a heartbeat.