I did not. Nor do I know how they are made. Not even a court painter could capture all of us so well. [ Her lips purse together a pinched line, the old ache in her chest, her arms tighten around herself reflexively as if to keep something in. The blasted part of her mother could never make stop and yet bled and bled and bled to care and care so utterly much. It is a curse, she is sure. Caring for every person that crosses her path. But it was what it was and she never knew how to stop it.
She does not know about light switches, apparently. Instead, she goes to the little kitchen and fetches out another candle, and lights it from the one lamp she had kept burning low in the night in the absence of a hearth. Brightening the room as she carried it back to set it down on the candleholder on the bedside table illuminating them both in the wash of golden light. Where he had just made himself comfortable. Fearsome, she had no doubt. But sitting on the edge of her bed? He looked more forlorn, like a great bird driven to the ground from a storm, and it made her heart ache. He should not be so.
Oh, stop it, stop it now. Hadn't she learned her lessons?
Apparently not. ]
I am Gilia. [ The titles, do not matter right now. He is Asura. She is Gilia, and she will offer what she can to help. Slowly, she comes close, and gently lays one of her hands over the back of his as he hid himself away. I am here, is all it is, and it asks no more. ] You saw something did not want to. [ That much is clear, for him to go tearing through the night and bother any random stranger to dig into their family portraits. ] Do you wish to tell me of it?
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She does not know about light switches, apparently. Instead, she goes to the little kitchen and fetches out another candle, and lights it from the one lamp she had kept burning low in the night in the absence of a hearth. Brightening the room as she carried it back to set it down on the candleholder on the bedside table illuminating them both in the wash of golden light. Where he had just made himself comfortable. Fearsome, she had no doubt. But sitting on the edge of her bed? He looked more forlorn, like a great bird driven to the ground from a storm, and it made her heart ache. He should not be so.
Oh, stop it, stop it now. Hadn't she learned her lessons?
Apparently not. ]
I am Gilia. [ The titles, do not matter right now. He is Asura. She is Gilia, and she will offer what she can to help. Slowly, she comes close, and gently lays one of her hands over the back of his as he hid himself away. I am here, is all it is, and it asks no more. ] You saw something did not want to. [ That much is clear, for him to go tearing through the night and bother any random stranger to dig into their family portraits. ] Do you wish to tell me of it?