Name Day Flowers (May 2982) - [Ceolmund] (CW)
Jan 1, 2018 21:39:20 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Jan 1, 2018 21:39:20 GMT -5
Runa could not understand why everyone was yelling. She knew the Lifegiver was upset; that charge in the air was something she could feel thicker than anything else. But her Boy. The one who spoke to her, the one who called her Wuna—he was upset as well. There was nothing the baby could do to express her own distress but wail harder. Her lungs were hurting, her face felt hot. The Lifegiver and the Boy were upset, and she wanted to make sure they were not.
A large shape was crawling over the side of the crib, and soon arms were around her.
“Wuna…It's okay, Wuna. Don't be afwaid."
Her wailing stuttered, and she turned her face to the Boy as he held her close. Ceolmund. Her lips began to tremble, searching and rooting the air until she found his chin. Gummy lips suckling against him. Her crying became strange whimpers, her hands flailing and reaching, unable to grab anything. Ceolmund was there; her Boy.
“Elin, let's let Hildred look at--”
“NO. I will take my son, now. I'll get him out of-- get away from that rat, Ceolmund!”
The woman had her hands in Ceolmund’s hair before Hildred had a chance to react, and she felt the boy’s screech in her heart the moment the boy let it free. Runa, too, seemed to detest the sound. Her crying once more became deafening and violent. “Eorl’s flaming knickers! That’s not how you lift a child, you insolent—”
Ceorl made a move to right it, though it was too little too late. Hildred was glaring, right at the cribside now, reaching and brushing her hand through Ceolmund’s dirty blonde hair. “Are you all right, sweetheart?” She asked hurriedly.
Before the boy could answer, though, she heard Elin say, “I'll kill it.”
Hildred froze and wheeled, her blonde hair flicking over her shoulder with the same life as a viper. She was going to kill Ceolmund? How dare she utter such a thing; how dare she threaten one of the children in her presence.
Before Ceorl had managed to turn to her, Hildred’s hand was flying, and as hard as the woman could muster, and with eyes more fierce than a firemountain, the woman backhanded Elin across the face. “Kill it? How dare you call yourself a mother! How dare you threaten that boy!”
“Hildred. I am taking them now. I do not want to call the guards. Give me my son right now, or I will have to report you for keeping him. You don't want to be taken away from that new baby… please.”
Incredulously, the woman looked to him. “Ceorl, you heard her, she’s going to hurt him! How can you let her take them? She’s no mother! She’s a monster! You…you…you liar!”
Hildred’s chest quaked, and her shoulders slumped as she collapsed to her knees in a fit of tears. She could not understand; the man was as vile as his wife, it seemed. She had worked so hard to save those children, to give them the life they had deserved. She knew Amalric loved Ceorl dearly as a friend, but this…
She could no longer understand why the gentle, pleasant man she knew and loved had ever wanted to befriend a man as dead in soul as Elin. “If something happens to them, Ceorl…if anything happens,” she added, glaring upward from the floor. “You will know my upset, mark my words, you pig!”
A large shape was crawling over the side of the crib, and soon arms were around her.
“Wuna…It's okay, Wuna. Don't be afwaid."
Her wailing stuttered, and she turned her face to the Boy as he held her close. Ceolmund. Her lips began to tremble, searching and rooting the air until she found his chin. Gummy lips suckling against him. Her crying became strange whimpers, her hands flailing and reaching, unable to grab anything. Ceolmund was there; her Boy.
“Elin, let's let Hildred look at--”
“NO. I will take my son, now. I'll get him out of-- get away from that rat, Ceolmund!”
The woman had her hands in Ceolmund’s hair before Hildred had a chance to react, and she felt the boy’s screech in her heart the moment the boy let it free. Runa, too, seemed to detest the sound. Her crying once more became deafening and violent. “Eorl’s flaming knickers! That’s not how you lift a child, you insolent—”
Ceorl made a move to right it, though it was too little too late. Hildred was glaring, right at the cribside now, reaching and brushing her hand through Ceolmund’s dirty blonde hair. “Are you all right, sweetheart?” She asked hurriedly.
Before the boy could answer, though, she heard Elin say, “I'll kill it.”
Hildred froze and wheeled, her blonde hair flicking over her shoulder with the same life as a viper. She was going to kill Ceolmund? How dare she utter such a thing; how dare she threaten one of the children in her presence.
Before Ceorl had managed to turn to her, Hildred’s hand was flying, and as hard as the woman could muster, and with eyes more fierce than a firemountain, the woman backhanded Elin across the face. “Kill it? How dare you call yourself a mother! How dare you threaten that boy!”
“Hildred. I am taking them now. I do not want to call the guards. Give me my son right now, or I will have to report you for keeping him. You don't want to be taken away from that new baby… please.”
Incredulously, the woman looked to him. “Ceorl, you heard her, she’s going to hurt him! How can you let her take them? She’s no mother! She’s a monster! You…you…you liar!”
Hildred’s chest quaked, and her shoulders slumped as she collapsed to her knees in a fit of tears. She could not understand; the man was as vile as his wife, it seemed. She had worked so hard to save those children, to give them the life they had deserved. She knew Amalric loved Ceorl dearly as a friend, but this…
She could no longer understand why the gentle, pleasant man she knew and loved had ever wanted to befriend a man as dead in soul as Elin. “If something happens to them, Ceorl…if anything happens,” she added, glaring upward from the floor. “You will know my upset, mark my words, you pig!”