circe and bronze con'd:
Oh she heard the question and the implications behind it. It was the very same one she had asked herself countless times, on countless nights, staring at the countless stars in the endless midnight sky. The unfeeling moon staring back at her, no response forthcoming from any of those heavenly, celestial bodies.
How could she answer him, when truthfully she did not have the answers she herself had sought over the years? The night he left her in the Rivendell Common Room, was the beginning of the end for her. Though she was alive, and had to keep going for her twins, who chose that night to be born. It was many years before she was doing more than going through the motions. He wanted answers, well, so did she; and she dreaded them, because she feared she knew what they would be.
For a moment everything stood still, even the drip.drip.drip of the water clock suspended its endless cadence. The question crowded her brain and allowed little room for anything else. Why indeed; he may have as well asked to pull the moon from the sky or stop the tide rushing to shore.
Her soft sigh carried profound implications; it held her answers and her questions. Turning to face him once again, the firelight caressing the red-gold of her hair and lending ominous shadows to her dove gray gaze. She was so many women, the 18 year old girl he had first met in the Commons. The mother of his children (he had never seen); his lover, his wife, his helpmeet…his bane and his boon.
This Priestess of Avalon was a formidable woman; having battled gods and men alike. And still she stood in perfect grace and unquestionable beauty, her back straight and strong, head unbowed. A spark not unlike irritation found her and she bit back words she knew she might later regret. Anger and accusations would solve nothing and drive a wedge deeper into the chasm that already yawned between them.
“My Lord, Titan, there are answers I could give you and you would not like any of them. Shall we start throwing responsibility, fault and hurt at each other? I think that would solve nothing and perhaps do more damage than either of us has the strength for. In truth, I could ask you that same question. And in that same truth I am decided I would not like the answers.”
How could she answer him, when truthfully she did not have the answers she herself had sought over the years? The night he left her in the Rivendell Common Room, was the beginning of the end for her. Though she was alive, and had to keep going for her twins, who chose that night to be born. It was many years before she was doing more than going through the motions. He wanted answers, well, so did she; and she dreaded them, because she feared she knew what they would be.
For a moment everything stood still, even the drip.drip.drip of the water clock suspended its endless cadence. The question crowded her brain and allowed little room for anything else. Why indeed; he may have as well asked to pull the moon from the sky or stop the tide rushing to shore.
Her soft sigh carried profound implications; it held her answers and her questions. Turning to face him once again, the firelight caressing the red-gold of her hair and lending ominous shadows to her dove gray gaze. She was so many women, the 18 year old girl he had first met in the Commons. The mother of his children (he had never seen); his lover, his wife, his helpmeet…his bane and his boon.
This Priestess of Avalon was a formidable woman; having battled gods and men alike. And still she stood in perfect grace and unquestionable beauty, her back straight and strong, head unbowed. A spark not unlike irritation found her and she bit back words she knew she might later regret. Anger and accusations would solve nothing and drive a wedge deeper into the chasm that already yawned between them.
“My Lord, Titan, there are answers I could give you and you would not like any of them. Shall we start throwing responsibility, fault and hurt at each other? I think that would solve nothing and perhaps do more damage than either of us has the strength for. In truth, I could ask you that same question. And in that same truth I am decided I would not like the answers.”