pandakatiefominz
Wraith
Daizi curled up, controlling her emotions just enough to stop actively crying, but she couldn't turn towards Sally, "It doesn't feel right that we should have to just accept him at his word and be gracious and understanding, while he gets to come in and behave exactly how he likes and say what he likes, and we are pushed back on if we take issue with something. From the moment we've met, both he and the aunt just make me feel like I'm wrong, somehow. When I was explaining why I asked if he would bring anyone, he told me I'm just traumatized, like I'm crazy for having those concerns. And then today he told us to stop acting like 'saintly heroes,' and don't misunderstand me, I don't feel like a saint, or a hero, but he said it as if we are equally to blame for what's happened to these boys," lightly she whimpered, her voice catching in her throat, "it's like the universe has come in to tell me this was never meant to be, and even though it is nearly impossible for him to take them from us, all of the joy and comfort and light that we've cultivated will be slowly bled dry, it was all a mirage, all a crumbling façade painted over rotten wood. Do you feel my home? It's suffocating, and I--I know we made mistakes today, but I fear that even if everything had gone perfectly today the grace has been lost. I've been given too many and too strong messages about myself and motherhood, all of which I've ignored, and now..."
She turned suddenly and sharply to face Sally, wincing slightly, but ignoring it, "But you see, don't you? He talks so calmly and so peacefully that he makes you think you're the destructive force and he's done absolutely nothing wrong when he has. Yes we messed up today but he's been missing up for fifteen years, and all he could offer those boys was weak excuses!" She slunk back down, apparently entirely forgetting her tea, "And honestly the aunt isn't better. She's just as vague and disconcerting. They both just--maybe I'd actually be able to trust them if they ever told me the plain truth, but I can feel how much they're hiding, and they act like it's okay, because they don't owe me anything, but they owe it to the twins. Dark asked their aunt where has she been all this time, and she was offended, as if the boys weren't living on the street about to freeze to death! It's like neither of them understand how close to dying they came, or maybe they just don't care."
She turned suddenly and sharply to face Sally, wincing slightly, but ignoring it, "But you see, don't you? He talks so calmly and so peacefully that he makes you think you're the destructive force and he's done absolutely nothing wrong when he has. Yes we messed up today but he's been missing up for fifteen years, and all he could offer those boys was weak excuses!" She slunk back down, apparently entirely forgetting her tea, "And honestly the aunt isn't better. She's just as vague and disconcerting. They both just--maybe I'd actually be able to trust them if they ever told me the plain truth, but I can feel how much they're hiding, and they act like it's okay, because they don't owe me anything, but they owe it to the twins. Dark asked their aunt where has she been all this time, and she was offended, as if the boys weren't living on the street about to freeze to death! It's like neither of them understand how close to dying they came, or maybe they just don't care."