Kaczor watched her wife depart, brow furrowed as she let the other woman go, for now. She knew a thing or two about grief and knew sometimes one had to be alone to figure it out, before they'd be prepared to talk about it. So Kaczor waited, gently, until her wife was ready to talk.
Two weeks flew by, between visits with Annie over at Malik's, and other affairs she had to attend during the week to see their estate upkept, that the name was taken care of where it needs to be, she had watched her wife write. Nothing had set alarm bells off in her mind that she should be concerned -- writing was a good way to figure one's self out, but still she didn't press on her wife's privacy. She didn't want to interrupt what was.. well it was working?
In her eyes, Ella was writing, which had to be good. She spent time in the garden, true, she didn't leave the house for anything, and she didn't want to see Annie, but.. Ella was in sunshine, in the warmth outside, she was planting things, doing things that seemed.. normal.
Everything was as normal as it should be, while someone tried to figure themselves out. It was a long journey, Kaczor knew, she had traveled it before, a few times -- was she gay, was she bi? Was she still a he, had he really been a woman all along? Kaczor's book was as filled with entries as it could be while she had been finding who she was, where she fit in -- there were no written records of what Kaczor had gone through, she had it all in her mind, but had it been committed to paper it would have been volumes upon volumes -- and even now, there were days that she felt like an imposter in her own skin.
So, what Ella was doing was normal. For two weeks they had quiet time, and while it was frustratingly difficult to let her wife come to her, Kaczor had somehow managed not to crowd the woman, to push to be let in, to know what was going on.
Maybe she should have pushed, she told herself, as she watched Ella's hair shift with the slight sway of her body from the tall tree, what she was seeing not quite registering at first,
A gentle breeze moved through the garden, the tree creaking under the weight of a body hanging from the branch that Kaczor had said she was going to tie a swing to, for Annie, when they decided to bring her back from Malik's.
Maybe she should have paid more attention, she scolded herself, as Kaczor's mind finally caught up to what was in-front of her, her wife not answering her, as Kaczor's eyes finally put together that her wife's feet were not on the ground, that Ella wasn't responding, wasn't moving. That there was a rope from which the woman dangled, swaying gentle in the breeze as the tree creaked and groaned again.
Kaczor stepped through the late afternoon shadows, appearing the few feet above the ground as she sliced the rope with elongated nails, the taste of her magic in the air, ionized, catching her wife's body and easing them down to the ground. She wasn't cold, like her Uncle had been, when she'd found him, no, she was still warm, she .. she..
Kaczor couldn't think, only that she knew nothing of what was needed, letting her body move on auto-pilot, immediately, detached, she pulled the noose free from her wife's neck, fingers sliding along her wife's neck, looking for a pulse.
She.
Couldn't.
Find.
A.
Pulse.
And the sob that rose from her, came from the absolute depths of Kaczor's soul, the tightening vice that gripped her heart then and stole away all reason. Animalistic. Feral. It was a sound that any who would have been close enough, would never forget -- the sound of someone losing half their soul. If it hadn't been for the cloud of black, and the cry of a child, Kaczor would had laid down there, with Ella, curled her close, and let her own self die to follow her into the Fade.
But Malik was there, shaking her, forcing her to look, telling her to try, the man's face twisted in anger, even as he bounced Annie in his arms, their child crying loudly.
Had the hit come any other time in their life, Kaczor would have immediately fallen into a battle stance and fought the other mage -- their relationship had always been antagonistic -- Malik hated her for taking his little sister, and Kaczor hated Malik because Ella loved him more than she. But in that moment she could finally hear the man's words, Fucking try Kaczor!
Her brother-in-law vanished into the house, taking a crying Annie with him, and she could hear him try and calm her child down, the lullaby and gentleness in his voice even when it was laced with ... fear, even as she felt the pulse on her ring send out another distress signal -- something the five of them currently had -- a means for them to call one another close in danger, but the searing sting that spread through her cheek, Annie's crying, Malik's yelling, yes, Kazcor had studied those magics in the past, back when she had thought that maybe her path lay in healing others -- it was worth a shot. She could try. She had to try.
Her fingers splayed over Ella's heart, eyes closed as she tried to push out the crying, the anger, the insistent urgency that nipped at the edges of her consciousness, blocking out everything until she could feel the faint trace of life that hungered inside her wife's body, letting the magic use her as a conduit, flowing through her to Ella, coaxing that small spark that felt hungry, trying to tease it back to life.
Everything fell away, the garden, the head, the crying. Background noise as she used her free hand to cup Ella's cheek, tears already starting to fall from her thick lashes,
@Novella Tilani
@Malachai Valentius
@Malik Vrai
Two weeks flew by, between visits with Annie over at Malik's, and other affairs she had to attend during the week to see their estate upkept, that the name was taken care of where it needs to be, she had watched her wife write. Nothing had set alarm bells off in her mind that she should be concerned -- writing was a good way to figure one's self out, but still she didn't press on her wife's privacy. She didn't want to interrupt what was.. well it was working?
In her eyes, Ella was writing, which had to be good. She spent time in the garden, true, she didn't leave the house for anything, and she didn't want to see Annie, but.. Ella was in sunshine, in the warmth outside, she was planting things, doing things that seemed.. normal.
Everything was as normal as it should be, while someone tried to figure themselves out. It was a long journey, Kaczor knew, she had traveled it before, a few times -- was she gay, was she bi? Was she still a he, had he really been a woman all along? Kaczor's book was as filled with entries as it could be while she had been finding who she was, where she fit in -- there were no written records of what Kaczor had gone through, she had it all in her mind, but had it been committed to paper it would have been volumes upon volumes -- and even now, there were days that she felt like an imposter in her own skin.
So, what Ella was doing was normal. For two weeks they had quiet time, and while it was frustratingly difficult to let her wife come to her, Kaczor had somehow managed not to crowd the woman, to push to be let in, to know what was going on.
Maybe she should have pushed, she told herself, as she watched Ella's hair shift with the slight sway of her body from the tall tree, what she was seeing not quite registering at first,
Ella, darling, I... I'm going to pick some tomatoes and make a curry,didn't recognize the reason for the kicked over stool, that looked like it had dug into the ground, and had been scooted again.
A gentle breeze moved through the garden, the tree creaking under the weight of a body hanging from the branch that Kaczor had said she was going to tie a swing to, for Annie, when they decided to bring her back from Malik's.
Maybe she should have paid more attention, she scolded herself, as Kaczor's mind finally caught up to what was in-front of her, her wife not answering her, as Kaczor's eyes finally put together that her wife's feet were not on the ground, that Ella wasn't responding, wasn't moving. That there was a rope from which the woman dangled, swaying gentle in the breeze as the tree creaked and groaned again.
Ella!
Kaczor stepped through the late afternoon shadows, appearing the few feet above the ground as she sliced the rope with elongated nails, the taste of her magic in the air, ionized, catching her wife's body and easing them down to the ground. She wasn't cold, like her Uncle had been, when she'd found him, no, she was still warm, she .. she..
Kaczor couldn't think, only that she knew nothing of what was needed, letting her body move on auto-pilot, immediately, detached, she pulled the noose free from her wife's neck, fingers sliding along her wife's neck, looking for a pulse.
She.
Couldn't.
Find.
A.
Pulse.
And the sob that rose from her, came from the absolute depths of Kaczor's soul, the tightening vice that gripped her heart then and stole away all reason. Animalistic. Feral. It was a sound that any who would have been close enough, would never forget -- the sound of someone losing half their soul. If it hadn't been for the cloud of black, and the cry of a child, Kaczor would had laid down there, with Ella, curled her close, and let her own self die to follow her into the Fade.
But Malik was there, shaking her, forcing her to look, telling her to try, the man's face twisted in anger, even as he bounced Annie in his arms, their child crying loudly.
Take her inside, she can't see this!
Had the hit come any other time in their life, Kaczor would have immediately fallen into a battle stance and fought the other mage -- their relationship had always been antagonistic -- Malik hated her for taking his little sister, and Kaczor hated Malik because Ella loved him more than she. But in that moment she could finally hear the man's words, Fucking try Kaczor!
Her brother-in-law vanished into the house, taking a crying Annie with him, and she could hear him try and calm her child down, the lullaby and gentleness in his voice even when it was laced with ... fear, even as she felt the pulse on her ring send out another distress signal -- something the five of them currently had -- a means for them to call one another close in danger, but the searing sting that spread through her cheek, Annie's crying, Malik's yelling, yes, Kazcor had studied those magics in the past, back when she had thought that maybe her path lay in healing others -- it was worth a shot. She could try. She had to try.
Her fingers splayed over Ella's heart, eyes closed as she tried to push out the crying, the anger, the insistent urgency that nipped at the edges of her consciousness, blocking out everything until she could feel the faint trace of life that hungered inside her wife's body, letting the magic use her as a conduit, flowing through her to Ella, coaxing that small spark that felt hungry, trying to tease it back to life.
Everything fell away, the garden, the head, the crying. Background noise as she used her free hand to cup Ella's cheek, tears already starting to fall from her thick lashes,
I won't promise I can fix it all, Ella, but we can try and fix it together yeah? Sweetheart, please, wake up?Kaczor's thumb traced over the deep groove where the rope had dug into flesh, even as she felt what she thought of as her magic push hard, breathing on that small flame that flickered, trying to build it still, trying to feed it enough to catch fire once again. Kaczor sniffled, hard, letting the tears fall, because she had to keep her hands in contact, trying to mend and coax as she worked, so she sniffled instead, tear blinded and snotty nosed as she pleaded.
Please... please wake up.
@Novella Tilani
@Malachai Valentius
@Malik Vrai
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