How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

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"Hey Archios, why the long face...?"

"Urgh...don't get me started. I am just bothered by something that came to mind a few days ago, not that you hammer head would understand.

"Huh? Well do tell...sharing the load between brothers in arms may help whatever ails you now.."

"Load...ha.., funny you say that. Well I did warn you, the thing is that I overheard some of the idiots in the barracks arguing whether the Knave had Large milkies or Huge milkers..."

"Wait..what?"

"And first I thought..of course she has huge milkers.."

"Archios..are you drunk? Are you touched by the abyss?"

"Yeessssss-?"

"That yes was rather liberal with the letter s..."

"Just shut your pie-hole you idiot...anyway not that it matters since I know that neither option its correct anyway..."

"Explain.."

"The Knave clearly has massive milkers..., but people forget that she is also a mother figure..so that means that she has-"

"Massive mummy milkies.."

"EXACTLY..!!!"

"Could you two arseholes stop talking about my chest size when you think I am not hearing...!?"

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Peruere was not stranger to restless nights.

Of that low, unsteady echo that kept her awake at night.

From the sound of the winds shaking the window-frames.. or the rustles of the leafs from outside that evolved in her mind into something more sinister thanks to the darkness that belonged to the Hearth walls...to the eerily glow of that crimson moon that bled in red each time she closed her eyes.

Taunting her..

Haunting her

Always bringing her back time and time again to that endless darkness so bitterly similar to an endless pool of fresh spilled blood. All under the silent gaze of that unblinking, lidless red eye..one not so unlike her own...

And when it was none of those things....

It was the fire

Shrouded in darkness and the taste of smoke in her mouth under the sting of tears sliding down her eyes by the heat that devoured wood and stone alike. Her recollection of that tragic moment in her life barely a blur.., yet the flames of that day still burned bright and cruelly at the recess of her memories.

So no...Pereure did not sleep easily that night.

She never had found the peace so many found in rests embrace if the shadows under her eyes were anything to say about....even if the weight in her heart had slowly become smaller and smaller since their mother's change of heart.

Tonight was no different..

But..much to anyone's surprise it was neither the usual silent judgment of the red bleeding moon...nor it had nothing to do with the endless jabbering that she was put through by a very enthusiastic Clervie once their mother had left their room after wishing their good night that had kept her from resting as it was proper.

It was that puzzling uncertainty that pulsed hotly in her throbbing heart after she had heard those words her mother had uttered that had lingered in her mind for hours on end.