pandakatiefominz
Wraith
Finally, they arrived at the house, and Cooger got out practically at the exact moment he put the car into park.
He let himself in, and Dark had come to greet them at the door. Immediately, without saying a word, both men hugged each other tightly, and after a few moments, they pulled themselves away.
Then, he looked at the twins, and asked, "Would you like to meet your sister?" Having torn himself away from what happened upstairs weighed heavily on him. All he wanted to do was go back up, be there. The lights in the house were all dimmed, but even in the shades of the pre-risen sun, it was impossible to miss the wetness on his face--the glow from within him, uncommon for the man who had literally named himself after the absence of light--illuminated it. He made no move to dry it, and without another word, led the twins and Cooger upstairs to where his, their, newest family member waited.
Their bedroom was dim as the rest of the house, and it smelled of sweat and, subtly, of blood, but a pervasive sense of calm emanated throughout the space. In the corner, a woman, a stranger, was packing up her things, and on the dresser was a bowl covered in an old tea towel.
Daizi sat on the bed, and the light radiating from her overwhelmed all other sources. She was pale, with exhaustion heavy on her face, and her hair was matted down with sweat. Like her husband, she had been crying. When her family entered, Daizi did not raise her head: all her attention was bent towards the little bundle she cradled.
The baby was swaddled in a white cotton dress, many sizes too large for her--it had fallen slightly off her, and her skin was pressed against her mother's. But it had been sent by her relatives, and so they dressed her in it.
Daizi held her just below her partially exposed breast, and was tracing the outline of her features with one index finger. The baby's eyes kept closing, but she wasn't quite asleep yet, lying safe and warm in her mother's arms. Both were serene, thankful to at last know each other after working so hard to meet.
"Spider," Dark murmured, and greeted her in Arabic. He did not pull her from her reverie, he entered it. Presuming he had ever left, "The twins are here, and Cooger too."
At last she raised her head and smiled, shining brighter. They would be welcomed into her dream too, if they wanted to be. "Come sit by me," Daizi murmured, in a quiet, far away voice, and running her thumb through the baby's dark hair, corrected herself, "by us."
He let himself in, and Dark had come to greet them at the door. Immediately, without saying a word, both men hugged each other tightly, and after a few moments, they pulled themselves away.
Then, he looked at the twins, and asked, "Would you like to meet your sister?" Having torn himself away from what happened upstairs weighed heavily on him. All he wanted to do was go back up, be there. The lights in the house were all dimmed, but even in the shades of the pre-risen sun, it was impossible to miss the wetness on his face--the glow from within him, uncommon for the man who had literally named himself after the absence of light--illuminated it. He made no move to dry it, and without another word, led the twins and Cooger upstairs to where his, their, newest family member waited.
Their bedroom was dim as the rest of the house, and it smelled of sweat and, subtly, of blood, but a pervasive sense of calm emanated throughout the space. In the corner, a woman, a stranger, was packing up her things, and on the dresser was a bowl covered in an old tea towel.
Daizi sat on the bed, and the light radiating from her overwhelmed all other sources. She was pale, with exhaustion heavy on her face, and her hair was matted down with sweat. Like her husband, she had been crying. When her family entered, Daizi did not raise her head: all her attention was bent towards the little bundle she cradled.
The baby was swaddled in a white cotton dress, many sizes too large for her--it had fallen slightly off her, and her skin was pressed against her mother's. But it had been sent by her relatives, and so they dressed her in it.
Daizi held her just below her partially exposed breast, and was tracing the outline of her features with one index finger. The baby's eyes kept closing, but she wasn't quite asleep yet, lying safe and warm in her mother's arms. Both were serene, thankful to at last know each other after working so hard to meet.
"Spider," Dark murmured, and greeted her in Arabic. He did not pull her from her reverie, he entered it. Presuming he had ever left, "The twins are here, and Cooger too."
At last she raised her head and smiled, shining brighter. They would be welcomed into her dream too, if they wanted to be. "Come sit by me," Daizi murmured, in a quiet, far away voice, and running her thumb through the baby's dark hair, corrected herself, "by us."
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