Degradation by MomoDesu [Drabble #70]
Title: Degradation
Author: mom0desu
Theme: Grip
Genre: Drama
Rating: K
Warnings: Character on the brink of death, if that counts.
Word Count: 200
Summary: A son views his mother's declining health and his father's grief.
"Sesshoumaru, would you please bring me my mirror?"
The man eyed the aging woman laying in her pallet and shook his head. "Mama, I'm Hachi, remember?" When she didn't respond, he stood and moved toward her dresser to retrieve the old mirror. Once settled again, he handed her the mirror and looked to the doorway, to his father.
"How is she?"
"Not well, Papa. She thinks I'm you."
Hachi watched his father come into the room and sit down next to his mother. It was an odd picture, the young appearing youkai and the elderly woman that he looked at with love and adoration.
"Sesshoumaru?" she asked, her voice quivering.
"What is it, love?" his father answered, tracing her facial features with a delicate finger.
"Why are there two of you here?"
The pained look on his father's face killed him. "Hachi and I are with you," he said gently.
This seemed to appease her. "Oh, ok." Hachi took the mirror from her and watched her drift off to sleep.
"She doesn't have much longer does she, Papa?" he asked.
Sesshoumaru shook his head. "Her grip on reality is completely gone. It won't be long now."
Hachi stood and left the room, allowing them some privacy.
Author: mom0desu
Theme: Grip
Genre: Drama
Rating: K
Warnings: Character on the brink of death, if that counts.
Word Count: 200
Summary: A son views his mother's declining health and his father's grief.
"Sesshoumaru, would you please bring me my mirror?"
The man eyed the aging woman laying in her pallet and shook his head. "Mama, I'm Hachi, remember?" When she didn't respond, he stood and moved toward her dresser to retrieve the old mirror. Once settled again, he handed her the mirror and looked to the doorway, to his father.
"How is she?"
"Not well, Papa. She thinks I'm you."
Hachi watched his father come into the room and sit down next to his mother. It was an odd picture, the young appearing youkai and the elderly woman that he looked at with love and adoration.
"Sesshoumaru?" she asked, her voice quivering.
"What is it, love?" his father answered, tracing her facial features with a delicate finger.
"Why are there two of you here?"
The pained look on his father's face killed him. "Hachi and I are with you," he said gently.
This seemed to appease her. "Oh, ok." Hachi took the mirror from her and watched her drift off to sleep.
"She doesn't have much longer does she, Papa?" he asked.
Sesshoumaru shook his head. "Her grip on reality is completely gone. It won't be long now."
Hachi stood and left the room, allowing them some privacy.