2/26/2025, 3:56 AM
Words of comfort came only with great suffering to the Wisdom, but at least she was predictable enough it didn't take much for those around her to understand what she was trying to communicate. Golde's obvious statement almost made her feel embarrassed for her lack of gentleness - or ability - or both - and she felt her ears twitch awkwardly in response.
Aurelia had all the sexual force and know-how of a fish on dry land. Perhaps the closest feeling to whatever it was that normal wolves experienced near a 'special someone' was the inexplicable nausea that occasionally cropped up around Sólúlfur, but she typically chalked it up to an upset stomach and lack of hydration. Yes; sometimes drinking water helped.
More often it didn't.
Nevertheless, she did not presume anything overtly romantic between Golde and her chosen chaperone, as Seven had formed her own inseparable bond with Genghis - and there certainly hadn't been any funny business between the two. It was perfectly plausible to have platonic friends, even if they made you feel a little ill sometimes and made the heat rush to your face despite the cold.
Maybe this would be good for him.
Aurelia's breath hitched momentarily at Golde's statement; we're healing; it had been pointed, but the silver woman made sure to keep her eyes locked firmly on the horizon as she swallowed the lump in her throat.
What she would have given for a cold wind to blow away the oppressive weight of the moment.
Her mouth felt suddenly dry, and she licked her lips. A year ago, Aurelia would never have spoken this much about her thoughts or inner workings, but maybe this was part of the new shape that grief now took.
Aurelia had all the sexual force and know-how of a fish on dry land. Perhaps the closest feeling to whatever it was that normal wolves experienced near a 'special someone' was the inexplicable nausea that occasionally cropped up around Sólúlfur, but she typically chalked it up to an upset stomach and lack of hydration. Yes; sometimes drinking water helped.
More often it didn't.
Nevertheless, she did not presume anything overtly romantic between Golde and her chosen chaperone, as Seven had formed her own inseparable bond with Genghis - and there certainly hadn't been any funny business between the two. It was perfectly plausible to have platonic friends, even if they made you feel a little ill sometimes and made the heat rush to your face despite the cold.
I'm sure,she said, knowing the word injured meant as much within as without. Hexx had been angry that day, blaming Shiloh for stepping in to help Tiberii - yet Aurelia knew well how much easier it was to be angry than accept the truth. Genghis was already gone by the time they arrived, and whether or not they would have the privilege of bringing his lifeless body back to the Vale had been up to whatever powers watched over their sorry lot.
I hope he heals quickly. I can imagine how stern he must look, glaring from the den at everyone else - he's always worked hard. Too hard, perhaps.
Maybe this would be good for him.
Aurelia's breath hitched momentarily at Golde's statement; we're healing; it had been pointed, but the silver woman made sure to keep her eyes locked firmly on the horizon as she swallowed the lump in her throat.
It's a slow process,she admitted finally, feeling her shoulders sag.
For a long time I thought it was simply a feeling one could eventually overcome, but grief stays with you.
What she would have given for a cold wind to blow away the oppressive weight of the moment.
It takes a different shape - something more familiar, something you can learn to live with - but it never really leaves.
Her mouth felt suddenly dry, and she licked her lips. A year ago, Aurelia would never have spoken this much about her thoughts or inner workings, but maybe this was part of the new shape that grief now took.
Have you experienced loss?
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