grunehexe: (withdraw)
Sieglinde Sullivan ([personal profile] grunehexe) wrote 2017-07-18 01:42 pm (UTC)

[She resents Patroclus so in this moment, that even dead he would be worth more to his lover than anyone else, and regrets that bitter thought immensely in the next. Patroclus had been nothing but kind to her, a father in Woodhurst as much as Achilles had been, until he had been a corpse, and then ashes, and then bones in her hands.

So what is she to do, besides let him go? It wasn't as if she could stop him even if she tried, nor could she convince him to remain- nor should she. She knew that. Even if it hurt, (even if it hurt every time), she knew that. No matter how close persons could become in ALASTAIR... they were of different worlds.]


Then, at least-

[Sieglinde pulls her hand away from his before the hold gets any tighter, wipes her cheeks with the edge of her sleeve and turns away- a pointless gesture, when the tears weren't yet done, slipping from her seat and moving to her dresser, crouching down in a flurry of skirts to pull a small book out and bring it back with her to the table, shoving food aside.

When she opens it, though, it isn't filled with words, nor drawings. It's photographs from her birthday party.

Here is Asher, flashing some sort of weird symbols with his fingers towards the camera. Here is Ban, dragging her around the skating ring. Here are Sonia and Haise, smiling. Here is Urahara, draping over her gifts like a fool. Here is Olivia, eating pizza. Here Sieglinde poses with Ahad, holding a bottle of wine. And here are group photos- all the result of Sieglinde's request that Haise put the camera he was good at using to work.

Here is Sieglinde, sitting in her chair at the head of the table behind a cake with lit candles, smiling self-consciously if not happily, flanked by the two men who had played her fathers, surrounded by guests.

Carefully, she pulls the photo out of the album and offers it up.]


If they take your memories, they may also easily take that which you own. But-

[This was the only, futile gesture she had left.]

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