mother can you hear me ;; aesior

[aesior]

"I'm sorry, my daughter. My dearest daughter. I've missed you more than this wretched throat would let me say." He wrote on a piece of paper pulled from the satchel he wore. Pressing in closer, his gaze trembling, shaking. He felt the fool for the emotions he showed, for the pain that danced in his chest. How could he be a proper parent? How?

He'd lost that chance ages ago. When his husband had been executed before him, before their children, children he had tried to shield from the ugly sight. Children he'd had to explain to that their father was not going to come home again. His child was a woman now, grown up without him, without his guidance and without his love at her side. He had never stopped loving her or her brother. Nothing could have made him stop loving his daughter.

Leaning in to lick a piece of fur from her face, his whiskers shaking as he did so, reminded of her father in that moment. He couldn't help when the memories hit him. He couldn't help what they did to him. Hadn't he lost enough? He couldn't bear to think about if Venemousimpulse left, this time of her own free will. Before he knew it, the tom was overwhelmed, teary eye spilling tears as his wounded eye wept bloody tears. His daughter, she was so strong. So not like him. She was her father's daughter in every way.

"I love you, little one."

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