[ Her snarky reply makes him huff a quiet laugh, glad to feel as light as does when talking about anything from his past. It's all been so mired in horror that the whole of it—good times included—have been stained red. Being here and letting her poke fun at the little things feels like he's starting to wash the unwanted color off in bits and pieces.
His dark eyes meet hers and he shakes his head slowly. ]
She did, when I was close to three. I have vague memories of her, they're more impressions than anything. Her hands were always cold but gentle; she rarely showed her teeth when she smiled.
[ Taking another glance at the bare branches of the tree, strewn with small buds, he gently tugs her towards the barely-visible path, letting their hands swing loosely with the rhythm of their gait. ]
I don't think she recovered well, after she had me. Or had a bad constitution. Da never said. Think I reminded him of her too much, so it was...difficult.
[ Odd, how he hasn't thought about this particular thing in years. His mother has always been such a quiet spectre, barely taking up space for how long she'd already been gone by the time he and Jordie had gotten to Ketterdam. ]
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His dark eyes meet hers and he shakes his head slowly. ]
She did, when I was close to three. I have vague memories of her, they're more impressions than anything. Her hands were always cold but gentle; she rarely showed her teeth when she smiled.
[ Taking another glance at the bare branches of the tree, strewn with small buds, he gently tugs her towards the barely-visible path, letting their hands swing loosely with the rhythm of their gait. ]
I don't think she recovered well, after she had me. Or had a bad constitution. Da never said. Think I reminded him of her too much, so it was...difficult.
[ Odd, how he hasn't thought about this particular thing in years. His mother has always been such a quiet spectre, barely taking up space for how long she'd already been gone by the time he and Jordie had gotten to Ketterdam. ]