Authors note: ok I'm giving this one a second try because it's a snow day
and I have the day off of work, so if it sucks majorly tell me and ill
remove it.. No anonymous reviews.
She laid still for a long while, the long summer dress she wore clinging to the bed, we couldn't afford the best sheets, not silk like the Underwood's had, but it was soft and warm. I watched her for half the night worried Drusilla might make me leave her, Dru had been whispering about the weak kitten. She's not weak. she's not, my poor mum, she just needs some time to rest, and when she rises. I don't know yet but she wont ever be weak again.
"O gay is the garland, fresh are the roses"
She started to stir as I reached up for the second time tonight, maybe it was the tenth, I worry about her, its been nearly half the night and she's finally waking. Her eyes start moving slowly beneath their lids, turning in circles as though she was caught in some dark dream.
"I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow."
I've started to stroke her cheek, when she was sick that helped calm her, the colors gone from her face as it will always be from now on. But her eyes, as they open slowly, like the sun rising look years younger. She looks younger angelic in nature, she's sitting up looking at me and smiling slightly her hand on top mine on her cheek. She can feel how smooth and soft her skin is, no longer the small wrinkles she had as a mortal, even her eyes are brighter and look more alive then ever. "William?"
"O don't deceive me,"
I smile looking at her, "yes mum, I'm here, I'll always be here" I move closer holding her closer again, her hands around my neck hugging me back. This is the way it should be, no more sickness, no more deaths but the ones we chose to make. The world will crumble in front of us, I can see the plans already. Me and mum, we'll start with England, tearing it to bits, massacring the cities into ashes and grinding the cinder to dust.
"O do not leave me!"
I start to sit up and she grabbed my arm again pulling me back to the hard mattress, this is no bed for her, the hard straw she's had to sleep on for years. We couldn't afford well then but we will now. Anything she wants she can have, what we cant buy ill kill for her to have. She's the queen to rule over the world. I look over and she's standing, walking to the mirror looking sad as there's no reflection of herself in the glass.
"How could you use a poor maiden so?"
Its finally hit me, I'll kill for her. I'd murder for her, but that wont make her happy. As she looks in the mirror, the room lightening from the upcoming day, she's crying. The happiness she had only minutes ago gone, tears roll down her soft cheeks in small rivers, they make way down to her chin and drip into her soft unbraided hair. Drusilla had wanted to play and when I turned my back she was ranting and raving about the kittens hair being back so she can hunt. Dru thinks of everything as a pet, I'm starting to wonder if she thinks I'm one of her playthings and nothing else, it seems I should think the same for mother and me.
She laid still for a long while, the long summer dress she wore clinging to the bed, we couldn't afford the best sheets, not silk like the Underwood's had, but it was soft and warm. I watched her for half the night worried Drusilla might make me leave her, Dru had been whispering about the weak kitten. She's not weak. she's not, my poor mum, she just needs some time to rest, and when she rises. I don't know yet but she wont ever be weak again.
"O gay is the garland, fresh are the roses"
She started to stir as I reached up for the second time tonight, maybe it was the tenth, I worry about her, its been nearly half the night and she's finally waking. Her eyes start moving slowly beneath their lids, turning in circles as though she was caught in some dark dream.
"I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow."
I've started to stroke her cheek, when she was sick that helped calm her, the colors gone from her face as it will always be from now on. But her eyes, as they open slowly, like the sun rising look years younger. She looks younger angelic in nature, she's sitting up looking at me and smiling slightly her hand on top mine on her cheek. She can feel how smooth and soft her skin is, no longer the small wrinkles she had as a mortal, even her eyes are brighter and look more alive then ever. "William?"
"O don't deceive me,"
I smile looking at her, "yes mum, I'm here, I'll always be here" I move closer holding her closer again, her hands around my neck hugging me back. This is the way it should be, no more sickness, no more deaths but the ones we chose to make. The world will crumble in front of us, I can see the plans already. Me and mum, we'll start with England, tearing it to bits, massacring the cities into ashes and grinding the cinder to dust.
"O do not leave me!"
I start to sit up and she grabbed my arm again pulling me back to the hard mattress, this is no bed for her, the hard straw she's had to sleep on for years. We couldn't afford well then but we will now. Anything she wants she can have, what we cant buy ill kill for her to have. She's the queen to rule over the world. I look over and she's standing, walking to the mirror looking sad as there's no reflection of herself in the glass.
"How could you use a poor maiden so?"
Its finally hit me, I'll kill for her. I'd murder for her, but that wont make her happy. As she looks in the mirror, the room lightening from the upcoming day, she's crying. The happiness she had only minutes ago gone, tears roll down her soft cheeks in small rivers, they make way down to her chin and drip into her soft unbraided hair. Drusilla had wanted to play and when I turned my back she was ranting and raving about the kittens hair being back so she can hunt. Dru thinks of everything as a pet, I'm starting to wonder if she thinks I'm one of her playthings and nothing else, it seems I should think the same for mother and me.