mona stark ♕ the lady igraine (dereines) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-07-08 01:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mini-log, !zurvan, igraine |
ninth ♛
[Often times these days, Igraine felt weak with emotions. Fear, apprehension, worry. Everything had piled up over the weeks, threatening the stability of her feelings and how she dealt with them, but so far she'd had yet to crumple from the weight of it all. Though she felt far from strong, it was nothing that would break her.
Unsettling dreams had denied her the comfort of escaping from reality, and so in the night she would wake without feeling resting, all of her worries right back at her doorstep. This night, Igraine swung her legs over the side of the bed, every bit as tired as she'd been upon first falling asleep. Her feet met softly with the floor as she padded over to the window, fingers prying it open all the way. Cool night air rushed in and enveloped her, pulling the material of her wet dress away from her skin.
The years had been difficult, she would confess, reaching down with a hand to cover the place where life had once blossomed inside of her. Losing her child before it could even take in its first breath, and then her husband-- that had been hard to bear. But with Heimdall on the run, her region going to peace talks with the other regions -- this was a whole new difficult.
She leaned her head against the windowsill and closed her eyes.
Be safe, brother.]