Gold Inside

She watched them as they broke down together, tears running down their faces and their noses turning red.

Some people can cry and still look quote beautiful, others can get away with looking ‘ok’ while their composure is lost. Others look like a complete wreck.

This couple was one of those last, but it didn’t matter, not to them.

Their twins would survive being two months early. They could look like crap all they wanted because inside they were filled with pure gold.


Little ditty inspired by my sister and her husband when their little boys came out of the ICU.

Familiar Stranger

He would find where his sister had hidden her.

He would find her, no matter how well she had been hidden.

Why had she been hidden in the first place? It’s not like he would ever harm her. She was not like their sister who had turned her back on everything and anything they had once believed in.

Why his sister thought she was any better than him just because she had found some kind of princess didn’t mean that the princess would be the right one.

After all, their parents had found a princess who had become a queen and that hadn’t turned out very well for them, had it? No, they had been twisted and become the very thing that they had spent their entire lives fighting against not once, but twice. It was better to not put your faith into any kind of nobility at all. The only thing you should put your faith in was your own family and even then, only if they put all of their faith into you as well.

His sister had made her choice and in doing so had become his enemy.

Healing Love

Hurts amass over time,
I‘d like to think that I more sturdy than most.
Don’t forget that you will always carry
Disaster hiding in plain sight.
Everything has to begin somewhere.
Now will you ignore your scars, or respect them?
 
How is it that you come along
Even when my pains not gone
And hold me safe inside your arms
Letting love heal all my harms.
Even when I shout and cry
Really you are my favorite guy.
 

She wasn’t quite sure how to feel so she just sat there, tears streaming silently down her face. The ring that had held a place of pride on her hand now sat in her hand, the cold of the metal seeming to dull the gem that had previously shined in delight.

The door to her room opened and the pitter-patter of feet moving softly over the carpet came to a halt by her bedside. A plate was placed gently on the end table and the bed dipped as an arm came up and around her shoulders.

She said nothing as a hand gently guided her face onto a stronger shoulder and she cried out her sorrows on the shoulder of her brother.

The pie on the plate sat a silent testament to how well he knew her heart.


Both parts inspired in equal parts from Light and Shade Challenge from yesterday and the Dungeon Prompt from last Thursday.

Yearning

Mary had always wanted a child, someone to raise and watch and know that they were hers. She’d wanted a husband to stand next to her while she cradled their  young, his arm around her shoulders as the baby slept in her arms.

For most of her life, there hadn’t been anyone she’d wanted. most of her life was spent keeping her sister out of trouble and trying to find whatever it was they were looking for.

(It had taken too long, much too long, to find their purpose, but they hadn’t realized how long it was for the first millennium or so.)

Once they’d found their purpose, their princess, they hadn’t thought much beyond keeping her alive and then helping her and others of her ‘class’ (for lack of a better word) to do what they needed to do. They’d protected their princess and any others where and when necessary, but other than their duty and the few small friendships that had come with said duty…

Mary hadn’t started wanting, really wanting, what their princess, what the others had until after their princess, now their Queen, had given birth to her third child.

Watching Solaris with her two elder children around her, her husband standing behind her as they presented their third child to the Court had changed something within Mary’s heart.

Mary’s sister hadn’t felt that change for herself, but considering how they’d been connected at the time, she’d felt it in Mary. Star hadn’t understood, but Mary hadn’t blamed her.

For all that they were one at one point-

(Before Mother had split them, made them separate but the same.)

-they were very different by this point.

Her desires didn’t mean Mary wanted to leave her duty behind and considering the time shortly after the Third Child of Sol was presented…

Well, after the War no one thought Mary’d be able to do anything.

But Star had remembered and out of everyone else, she was the only one who knew that time didn’t matter when it came to finding a solution for Mary. And she had.

But all of Star’s work and planning and actions hadn’t been able to get her sister everything Mary had wanted. Mary had mental stability and health now and with time, she’d found Warren.

But they couldn’t have children.

And so Mary had continued to yearn for that thing she could never have.

She still loved Warren-

(Would always love her Bonded.)

-but she also mourned that they could never have children.

Once she realized that Warren was just as aware of her mourning as Star had been of her wish for a family, she’d been terrified that it was too much for him. Warren was one of a kind, but surely even he had to have his limits.

But…

Warren had just pulled her into his arms, laid his face against her hair and cried with her.

It hadn’t ruined their marriage and the mourning in the back of their hearts had faded enough into the background that it was more a watercolor on a fantastic high definition snapshot of a meteor shower. There and always present, but not the focus and not the point of the picture.

Warren wouldn’t let it ruin what he had with his wife. He had wanted children just as much as she had and they would find a way to have children. If it took twenty years to get approved for adoption or fostering he would go through that.

(They would have gone through it together and loved any and every child put under their care.)

It didn’t turn out that way, but they would have taken more children into their home if they could have. They’d even been preparing themselves to go to Mary’s brother, Alex and ask for help.

(Alex would have helped in a heartbeat, sooner even.)

They hadn’t needed to.

It was around the flu season when they noticed something different. About a month directly after Warren had gone in for his own flu shot, specifically.

(Even with what she was sealed away, Mary didn’t really need the same shots that others did. She’d gotten the boosters needed for an immunization record, of course, but flu shots weren’t mandatory and so she skipped them.)

It started slowly-

(As slowly as anything but faster than some, it’s different for every person after all.)

-but Mary started to show signs of something different about her. Something that she had noticed about thousands of others throughout her very long life, but had never personally experienced. A small part of her had been terrified when she told her husband.

(What would he say? What would he do?)

She needn’t have worried.

They ended up going to see Alex after all and it was he who found out what had been done to Warren and what this meant for them.

(Mary would wait over two decades to thank the woman responsible.)

Second Eldest, First to Help – Thankful Thursday

Today I am thankful for my second eldest sister. You can’t see her right now, but she’s learning how to make carrot fritters. Just another thing she’s learning/learned how to do in order to stretch our food storage abilities. (We also learned how to freeze eggs for storage earlier this week and have been making pickles and jam/preserves. We’ve also made freezer fries and carrots. So many carrots…)

But the point is, my sister has really stepped up. She’s been raising her three children without their father and helping me and our mom as well as anyone else in our family who needs help.)

She’s really an awesome woman.

Make sure to check out the original Thankful Thursday for this week.

Blood Type

Cary sighed and flopped down onto her bed dramatically. Her parents were probably the worst parents in the history of lame parents.

(Yes, she was exaggerating. Yes, she was aware of it. No, she wasn’t going to stop.)

They weren’t going to answer her questions. They weren’t even going to acknowledge that she had questions and that they would have to answer them at some point.

(They were likely to actually go to their graves holding onto this secret, she suspected. It seemed to be that kind of secret and it was driving her nuts.)

It had started with a simple Biology assignment for school. They were learning about genetics and how they affect blood types within the family. Her parents were both Type O and she was Type AB. She looked like her parents and she was fairly certain that her mother hadn’t cheated on her father.

(They just didn’t have that vibe and what prodding she’d done had shown up as her parents being completely faithful to one another. And that they were both very aware that she apparently wasn’t theirs,thank you very much.)

Their manner towards her had never been any different from the way they treated her younger brother.

(Who was their biological child. She’d been there when her parents had explained why Mommy’s tummy was getting bigger and why she was going to have a younger brother. That had been a very traumatic thing to realize when she’d first gone through puberty and realized just what her parents would have to have done in order for her younger brother to be there at all.)

“This is going to bug me until the day I die if I don’t figure it out,” she mumbled to herself.

Solemn Rejoicing

image: Lyssa Medana

Star watched as the fireworks went off and the people cheered.

The Galactic Chaos War was over.

The troops were all home, the dead were buried, though they were likely still being mourned by all (the number of dead on both sides was too prolific for anyone to be through mourning already) but the pain and sorrow had been set aside by almost all in order to celebrate the ending of the war. Children ran about, bright eyed and with grins splashed across their faces; the thinness of the faces and the worn-out look of their clothes was ignored. The adults smiled and watched, some of them joining the children; the tired set to their shoulders and the darkness around their eyes also not being made note of.

“You are not happy.”

Star said nothing, did not look over to Solaris as the woman moved into the shadows with her Guardian.

Solaris sighed, her eyes sad as they moved from the rejoicing crowd to one of her oldest friends.

“She would not want you to mourn her.”

Star still said nothing, her eyes facing forward but not really seeing the people in front of her, though her eyes continued to remain alert for any danger.

A part of Solaris wondered how her young-looking friend was able to pull that off; the rest of her figured that it was a skill Star had learned during her very long life.

Solaris had only really known Star for a seemingly small amount of time in comparison to how long Star had  existed. During that time, Star had very rarely been this solemn. She was only ever solemn like this when she was thinking about something that in some way related to Comet.

Solaris had no siblings, not blood siblings anyway; she and Serenity were sort of siblings even if they were not actually related and she knew that if anything ever happened to Serenity…

Solaris would never really recover from it.

So she did not push her Guardian, just stood next to her in a show of comfort and support as they watched the people rejoice below.


Written for Light and Shade’s Monday Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-monday-16th.html

Dear Sister Mine – Poetry Prompt #14

Dear Sister mine,
I wonder how you are.
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen you,
I’ve forgotten who you are.
 
Dear Sister mine,
I often find
I don’t know where I am.
I’m lost at home
And wonder where’s the jam?
 
Dear Sister mine,
My thoughts are gone,
I never know what’s next.
With memories shifting place
Nothing remains the shape.
 
Dear Sister mine,
I miss you so,
When will you come by next?
The days are long
While you are gone
And I am here alone.
 
Dear Sister mine,
This letter is long,
I must end it now soon.
Without you here
I’ll disappear
And see you ne’er again.
 
Dear Sister mine,
This is the end,
I have no more to give.
I’ve lost all I had
Without you near.
Goodbye, my darling dear.

Written for this week’s WeDrink Poetry Prompt: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/06/16/poetry-prompt-14-letter/

This is also a letter from Comet to her sister Star before Comet is sent away.

Frolicking Crisis

She frolicked through the tall grass, chasing ducks and snakes and whatever else caught her fancy.

“Iris!”

The black cat continued to run about, enjoying her new-found freedom of playing in more than just the backyard.

“Iris!”

She didn’t even turn an ear to the voice calling her name. The outdoors were just too much fun! She was going to stall as long as possible before going home. Cotton, that old white and black grandma of a cat, went out for the whole day all the time and she was hardly ever called to come back sooner than she wanted!

(Iris completely ignored the fact that she was still very much a kitten in human and cat terms and that she had never been this far from home by herself. She was too busy griping about her mom calling her home earlier than she wanted to.)

Meanwhile, back at the house…

Iris’s mom and dad were really starting to worry. It had been more than five hours since anyone had seen their cat and both of them had lost other cats in much the same way. They had gone out one day and never come back. They couldn’t bare to lose Iris after not even having her for a full year yet.

Everyone ran around the house, the yard, the creek, looking for the missing cat. This was truly another Family Crisis.


Written for this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2014/06/3ww-ccclxxii.html

Also, this happened to us yesterday. It was really hard on my sister and her husband because Iris is still very much a kitten. We finally found her playing near the creek… Which didn’t help as my sister was convinced that she’d fall in, be one of those few cats that can’t swim (family history has taught us that they do exist…for us at least) and fall into the creek and drown.

Her husband and I finally got her after dark and dragged her back into the house (man, but that can can wriggle!) I got a nice slice of one of my fingers taken off as a parting shot, but that cat is now in the house (and it time out apparently.)

Forgotten…

To be forgotten is worse than death -Freya, Final Fantasy IX

What do you do when she doesn’t know who you are?

What do you do when she doesn’t know who she is?

Every morning it starts all over again.

Who are you?
Where am I?
 

You pray and love her and don’t startle her at all.

You love you and don’t want her to fear you.

You are gentle and caring but never overbearing.

Is that my name?
I’m someone’s wife?
 

It gets harder as the days go by and there is no change.

Memories, new and old, are as tangible as the night sky.

It gets harder to carry one day after day.

Why do you still care for me?
Why do you stay here with me?
 

But she is as necessary to your life as the air you breath.

You could no sooner send her away than reach into your chest and physically rip out your lungs.

You promised for better or worse.

Why do you love me when I can’t even remember your name?
How is it that I know I love you back?
 

A promise made is a promise to keep, especially to your eternal companion.

The memories may be gone, but the emotions remain.

You are in this together no matter what.


Written in honor of my brother and sister-in-law. They are some of the most awesome people I have ever had the privilege to meet and know. I pray that the Lord will be with them.