Andros Lurking Behind Edric Lurking on Liz
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Surely no one had ever cried so much in their entire lives and survived. Could one actually perish from tears? It sounded absurd, but stranger things had happened. Her body was exhausted from sobbing, her mind in a total fog. Nothing felt real. She felt as if her father was still in Ranulf, very much alive, and if she were to return there now, he’d be waiting in their cottage…At the sound of Damara’s voice, the blonde jumped slightly.
Slowly crawling out of the pile of blankets she had burrowed into on her bed, Effie stumbled to the door and opened it. She knew it was Damara, from the sound of her voice, but was still a little surprised to see her friend there. She knew the girl had difficulty with emotions, touching, and so forth. Undoubtedly this was a terribly uncomfortable situation for her. Nodding her head, Effie went back to her bed, burying her face in her pillow.
Damara’s heart gave a painful little twist in her chest at the sight of Effie’s tear-streaked face, and she realized quite suddenly that she did not have the first idea of what to say to make Effie’s pain go away. Damara had never lost anyone close to her- no one she remembered, anyway. All of her brothers had died before she was born or before she knew to miss them, and she was blessed with both parents- even if her mother didn’t always feel like a blessing.
She followed Effie into the room, ducking her head as she went through the doorway. She watched, agonized, as Effie crawled into bed and hid her face in the pillow there. Slowly, Damara sank to the floor at Effie’s bedside, pulling her knees up to her chest. She tried to think of what to say, what she would want to someone to say to her if her father died. She would not want to hear words of comfort, nor would she wish to hear ones of reason. She would not want to hear talk of heaven, because what use was heaven, when she would still be here? To be honest, Damara would just want someone there for her, someone to let her know she wasn’t alone, however alone she might feel. And she would want someone to listen.
“Effie?” she said, hoping that what she was about to say would be the right thing for once. “Effie… w-will you tell me about him?”
(Source: damara-of-dodderingridge)
#sorry this took so long #but here it is #<3
Read? Dumpling, I dannae want to read! I want excitement! What do ye do for fun, besides read, of course?
Oh. Umm…. n-not much, really. I-I’m sorry- I’m not a very exciting person.
