The Bastion
He peered around in a daze as he came back from the dreams of living happily with his little children, having to take in once again the realization of what had happened. What he had lost. He cried out, in vain, to see his love and for her to not be harmed. He didn't care about himself. He only wanted her to be happy. He didn't know why this was happening, why things were faring in such a southerly manner. Why did he have to be such a fool, he asked himself. Why didn't he just get things right the first time, and kept his family together. Why did he have to be such a fool, he'd finally wonder before falling unconscious again.
Days passed, but for him it seemed like eons. The Claith became evermore doubtful he'd ever be happy, that he'd ever see the family he only just reunited. He began to doubt himself, his beliefs, his decisions until now. Should he have left Johanna? Should he have let himself fall in love with her, have taken things so far? So many mixed answers rumbled through the man's mind, breaking him down. He began to sob not just from the pain of his physical loss, but of his emotional. He had another child he'd never get to raise. A guilt he'd never shake off. Never to have another child of his own.
The realization struck home with Shane, causing him to curl his fingers and toes as he hung from the wall of the Bastion, the place he'd been before, the place he wished to never return to, as sobs racked his chest. His thoughts were only on the fact he'd never be able to have more children, never be able to have the large family he'd always wanted in his life. His anguish turned to fear, now wondering if Merina would leave him for this. Would she be satisfied with a broken man such as he? His thoughts drifted off into nothingness, falling unconscious once more.
When he came to, he knew not what was happening. Was he being dragged to his death? Torture, deeper into the Bastion? The Claith questions were soon answered as he was thrown through the gate of the fortress which only months before he'd stayed, almost died. He'd try to stand, but only to fall back to the cobbles. He'd look up, and finally after some minutes of the Vigilants behind him laughing at his expense he'd slowly shuffle off with a great deal of pain between his legs, knowing the pain would subside externally, however never internally.
He finally reached his destination, after almost crawling up a very tall flight of stairs. He questioned himself before he knocked at the door, holding at his bandaged left hand. Would she accept me, would she leave me, would she even look at me, were all questions he asked himself. These he needed answers to. It had been a long for ten days. After a few minutes of deliberation, he finally knocked at her door.
@AtticCat @BirthFather @EmperorMooseDays passed, but for him it seemed like eons. The Claith became evermore doubtful he'd ever be happy, that he'd ever see the family he only just reunited. He began to doubt himself, his beliefs, his decisions until now. Should he have left Johanna? Should he have let himself fall in love with her, have taken things so far? So many mixed answers rumbled through the man's mind, breaking him down. He began to sob not just from the pain of his physical loss, but of his emotional. He had another child he'd never get to raise. A guilt he'd never shake off. Never to have another child of his own.
The realization struck home with Shane, causing him to curl his fingers and toes as he hung from the wall of the Bastion, the place he'd been before, the place he wished to never return to, as sobs racked his chest. His thoughts were only on the fact he'd never be able to have more children, never be able to have the large family he'd always wanted in his life. His anguish turned to fear, now wondering if Merina would leave him for this. Would she be satisfied with a broken man such as he? His thoughts drifted off into nothingness, falling unconscious once more.
When he came to, he knew not what was happening. Was he being dragged to his death? Torture, deeper into the Bastion? The Claith questions were soon answered as he was thrown through the gate of the fortress which only months before he'd stayed, almost died. He'd try to stand, but only to fall back to the cobbles. He'd look up, and finally after some minutes of the Vigilants behind him laughing at his expense he'd slowly shuffle off with a great deal of pain between his legs, knowing the pain would subside externally, however never internally.
He finally reached his destination, after almost crawling up a very tall flight of stairs. He questioned himself before he knocked at the door, holding at his bandaged left hand. Would she accept me, would she leave me, would she even look at me, were all questions he asked himself. These he needed answers to. It had been a long for ten days. After a few minutes of deliberation, he finally knocked at her door.
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