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Rhosyn Cerys Hatton
 Posted: Apr 20 2017, 07:45 PM
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  • Nobility (18)
  • Rose-Red and Snow-White
  • Gwynedd
  • “And I was running far away, would I run off the world someday?”
Kelly


And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small Though I try to resist I still want it all

Rhosyn had severely underestimated the extent of her injuries. Told herself she could carry on, that the stabbing pain in her side was nothing to be worried about and nothing that should hold her back. She had been wrong, and when it all caught up to her they paid the consequences for it.

She hadn’t been fast enough. She hadn’t been strong enough. The pain had gotten to her. Elyan needed them and when it was time to run she couldn’t do it. They had taken her friend away. All last night she had laid awake, thinking about how if she they hadn’t had to move so slow to meet Elyan, they would have gotten away. If she could have fought, if she could have run, he’d still be here with them. He’d be safe, and her sister wouldn’t be so torn apart.

It had been a rough couple of days on both of them. Elyan was their family. Perhaps the only family they had left, although the girls couldn’t be sure of that. No way to know, they couldn’t ask questions without getting found out and they couldn’t trust anyone who knew who they really were. They couldn’t trust anyone at all. Only each other and Elyan. They only had each other.

The Hatton twins had never stayed anywhere for long. They were in an inn in the closest town to the forest, their guards up higher than ever. Normally, Rhos would argue that it wouldn’t be safe to stay so close to where those men took Elyan. She would worry they would come after them again too. But it had taken hours to pick herself up off of that forest floor. Her sister’s fingers running gently through her hair, the world spinning around her. She couldn’t have walked much further than she did. She needed time to heal. It was dangerous, staying here. But it would be more dangerous to let her injuries get worse in case they needed to run again.

So they’ll stay for a few more days. Just until Rhosyn feels like she can push herself again. Just until the bones start to mend themselves together again. Just until then, and not a minute more. She won’t put someone else she loves in danger like that again.

It’s in the inn tavern, Rhosyn is picking at her food and Eirwen is quietly trying to encourage her to eat, that she overhears something in a hushed conversation at the next table that catches her attention.

It can’t be, but she could have sworn that she heard a name. Their name. Hatton. Every muscle in her body freezes and she tries to relax them so she won’t give herself away. She listens closer, and there it is again. “Hatton.”

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Eirwen Cariad Hatton
 Posted: Apr 23 2017, 06:10 PM
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  • Nobility (19)
  • Snow White & Rose Red/Goldilocks
  • Gwynedd
  • “Good god, under starless skies we are lost. and into the breach we got tossed. and the water's coming in fast.”
Skylark


I KNOW A TIME IS COMING
ALL WORDS WILL LOSE THEIR MEANING
They’d stayed in the forest for a long time after.

Probably longer than they should have, perhaps longer than was safe. But they’d had to. Eirwen had not realised just how severely her sister had been injured in the skirmish against yet another group of attackers earlier that night. Looking at her sister then, Eirwen knew that Rhosyn hadn’t realised either, but yet Eirwen felt such a great guilt for not having seen it, for having forced her twin to keep going. For having gotten her to run for their lives.

Her sister. Someone more dear to her than anyone else in the world, and Eirwen used her as a focus. A grounding, to stop her from drifting away into the pain of loss. To distract her from even thinking about what had just happened. Rhosyn could take all the time she needed to be ready again, to be as right as she could again, and all the while Eirwen had held her as she rested on the forest floor that had once been their frequent bed in their childhood. In those golden days when everything had been fine.

Eirwen whispered to her, small comforts she wouldn’t hear, and ran her trembling fingers through Rhosyn’s golden hair over and over again. And she waited, waited there until her sister was strong enough to get up and move again.

Even then, they couldn’t manage to go far, Eirwen had only had to take one look at her sister to realise that. So helping her every step of the way, they made their way back into the nearest village, Eirwen using their destination, their sequential goals to distract from the numbness that had settled into her heart, the dried tears which so easily would be pulled from her eyes again.

She knew her sister, she knew Rhos better than she knew anyone. She knew that she would be, at least in part, blaming herself for what happened. If only they had not been so slow getting to the forest, if only they had not had to stop to tend to her injuries, if only, if only. Eirwen cared little for those thoughts, they had been lucky to get away with their lives and their freedom from those two drunken gentlemen in the tavern they’d stayed at last night, which felt an entire lifetime ago now. No one was to blame for this, no one but the traders who had taken away yet another part of their family.

It wouldn’t happen again, that Eirwen was sure of. They would never split them up, Eir would never let them.

So it was that the two Hatton daughters found their way into an inn in the forest’s neighbouring village. Knowing that they would stay here only as long as it took for Rhosyn to recover enough strength to allow a longer journey. Who knew to where now, originally they were to head through the forest into a small town that lay at its other side, and continue from there.

But Elyan was no longer with them now. And Eirwen’s heart hurt at the thought of having to see that forest again, to pass by where he had been taken. She wished to hunt him down, to hunt those traders down. To free him again and slit that vile man’s throat for real this time. But she couldn’t, not yet, not without having any clue even what direction the traders had left in.

For now they were stranded. As lost as Eirwen refused to acknowledge she was.

Focus on the here and now. Focus on Rhosyn. It ran like a mantra through her head, and so it came that there was still strength in the encouraging smile she gave her twin across the tavern table, as she tried her best to get her sister to eat. Forcing food down her own throat despite feeling like she was imminently going to be sick.

Eirwen is closely studying her sister’s face, and so sees the sudden and slight surprise in her features. What was it? She almost whispered it across the table when a word from another table and another conversation gives her the answer she sought. And immediately didn’t want.

Hatton.

Her eyes flutter closed for a second before opening again. Not again, this couldn’t happen again. They couldn’t take another sprint, another fight, not today and not without rest. Rhosyn certainly couldn’t and there was no way Eirwen was leaving her alone here. If they went down, they’d go together.

Both twins train their ears to the conversation, eavesdropping to hear their family name spoken again in hushed words. Eirwen risks a glance over. Three people; two men and one woman. She moves her gaze before it becomes obvious, focusing her eyes on Rhosyn again. Slowly moving a hand under the table to find on of hers. A slight smile. “It can’t be us, they don’t know who we are.” If they had known who the two blonde girls sat beside them were, Eirwen very much doubted that either party would still be sat drinking and picking at food.

It couldn’t be then. Reality or a hope? Eirwen prayed it was the former. Their name was a death sentence, a bounty hanging over both their young heads. And if those people knew who they truly were, then they’d have moved already. Or else they wouldn’t be speaking of them so loudly beside them.

“It can’t be us, Cerys.” She repeats, for comfort more than anything, picking up her fork again and continuing to eat. Attempting to act natural, like her ears weren’t listening in on the conversation at the next table.

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+Notes: *sobs*
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Rhosyn Cerys Hatton
 Posted: Jun 3 2017, 02:24 AM
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  • Nobility (18)
  • Rose-Red and Snow-White
  • Gwynedd
  • “And I was running far away, would I run off the world someday?”
Kelly


And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small Though I try to resist I still want it all

Rhosyn tries to look relaxed but every muscle in her body was fighting doing so. Hearing their name puts every cell in her body on edge. This couldn’t be happening again. She wasn’t strong enough to outrun another threat yet. She needed time to heal. She would get caught and she would take her sister down with her. Eirwen would never leave her behind, just as Rhosyn would never if their positions were reversed.

If the Hatton sisters went down they would go down together. They had come into this world as one and neither of them could imagine what it would be like to be half of a whole.

She keeps her eyes on Eirwen’s face. Her sister was an anchor in the sea of fear and pain Rhosyn found herself drowning in. It was all too much in the past few days, as if the universe suddenly realized it forgot to make them suffer for a few relatively peaceful months and then threw everything it had at them all at once. They were still hurting over Elyan, and it was made worse by not knowing how to get him back or even where to start looking.

They couldn’t handle anything else right now, so Rhosyn hoped and prayed that she had misheard. The strangers at the next table didn’t know who they were. They were safe.

Eirwen echoes her thoughts. “It can’t be us, they don’t know who we are.” her sister says in a soft voice, and a hand finds Rhosyn’s under the table. She gives her sister’s hand a squeeze. Eirwen repeats herself. It can’t be them. It can’t be. She goes back to eating, to pretending as they have for years that everything is normal and okay. Rhosyn looks to her plate too, picks up the piece of bread there and tears it apart with her fingers without actually eating any of it.

Her eyes close for a moment, her ears focused on the hushed conversation happening feet away from them. She catches words, phrases, parts of sentences. “They caught her in-”, “-beheaded-”, “on the run”. Rhosyn’s heart feels as if it could beat out of her chest. Her hand reaches back out to find Eirwen’s. “put to death”, “Her daughters are still-”

Everything freezes. Her heart skips a beat. Their next words sound muffled as it slowly dawns on Rhosyn that there is only one person with their name that these strangers could be talking about. Someone so very dear to them they couldn’t find. Someone who, if these whispers are correct, had met the fate they had all been trying to avoid. Someone who was now lost to them. Their mother.

No.

Rhosyn holds her sister’s hand tighter because she doesn’t know what else to do. Her throat burned, there was a pain in her chest that came from trying not to cry, it felt like her heart was physically breaking. Any reaction would give them away, so she stays silent, her eyes darting up to meet her twins knowing that the pain she felt would be matched in them.

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Eirwen Cariad Hatton
 Posted: Aug 2 2017, 09:20 PM
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  • Nobility (19)
  • Snow White & Rose Red/Goldilocks
  • Gwynedd
  • “Good god, under starless skies we are lost. and into the breach we got tossed. and the water's coming in fast.”
Skylark


I KNOW A TIME IS COMING
ALL WORDS WILL LOSE THEIR MEANING
The twin sister sat opposite each other, both picking at food as they tried to maintain the pretense that everything was normal...whilst both pairs of ears were straining to concentrate on the conversation happening on the next table. Eirwen felt Rhosyn squeeze her hand back under the table, she dared let a slight smile lift on her lips. But it was so unsure of itself there, her heart too worried to make any strength that gesture may have held seem at all real.

It couldn’t be them. They couldn’t be speaking about them. Her mind repeated it almost like a mantra as her body absentmindedly went through the motions of eating. If they knew who the two blonde girls sat across from them were, then they’d have moved already. Or else they wouldn’t be speaking so openly about knowing with them within earshot. She tried to reason with herself. Her head trying anything to calm her frightened heart.

This couldn’t happen. They’d only just been hunted down. They’d only just lost Elyan. The world couldn’t be so cruel as to do this now, after everything…

“The Hattons-”

“-executed-”

“-her daughters are still on the run.”

Of course. Of course it could be so cruel. It could always be worse, remember that Eir, the world could always make life so much worse.

Their mother. It hits Eirwen like a ton of bricks. Staring across as her sister now, she knows it’s hit Rhos too. She feels Rhos’ fingers tighten around her own and Eirwen clinged to her twin’s hand now. Seeing her grief reflected in her twin’s eyes. “The daughters are the last of the Hatton family they still have to find.” Eirwen catches from the table beside them, her heart thudding so greatly now in her chest, she was amazed no one could hear it beat.

They were the last left. Their mother...their dearest mother had been found, had been forced to meet the fate all the other human nobles of Gwynedd had. Their kind was dying; picked off one by one to make some ridiculous statement about dwarven power being above human power.

This grief, this agony in a loss, such a horrific one, burned into a rage in her heart. How dare it? How dare the world do this? How dare it make them find out like this? From some human strangers drinking at the table next to them in some dingy inn in the back end of nowhere after losing their best friend this day as well. To tradesmen in shifters who’d do god knows what to their dear Elyan.

Eirwen’s mind could barely process it, her heart clenched. Unable to accept the truth. Her hand grips Rhosyn’s only tighter. The last Hattons. They’d survive, they’d have to. Just to show them, to prove to their dwarven overlords the might of the human race and its sheer ability to survive whatever was thrown their way. They’s run and hide and steal as much as they were forced to, but Eirwen wasn’t giving in. Their mother would never have wanted them to-

Their mother.

She feels tears suddenly pricking her eyes, welling in their corners. No, don’t raise suspicion. Eirwen had long since stopped eavesdropping. With a face void of emotion, she let go of Rhosyn’s hand and reached into the bad sat on the bench beside her. Taking out a handkerchief and carefully wrapping up the food which could be saved from her plate, that which wouldn’t spoil. She busied her hands, busied her mind with such a menial task. Such an ordinary one. As if their world wasn’t crashing down about them.

As if they hadn’t lost two loved ones today.

She places the bundle with practised care into her bag, making sure there was nothing to crush the food parcel, before rising from her seat. Determination shone in her eyes, reflected in the watery film of tears yet to be shed. Slinging her back about her shoulders, the girl stepped from her seat and held her hand out again to her twin sister. The one who was exhausted like she, physically and emotionally. The one who had been injured already, unlike her. They’d always looked after each other. The last ones left.

Eirwen couldn’t manage a smile but her hand held her sister’s with such a sense of security.

So much from one hand in another. They’d always walked around like that as children; hand in hand. Back when the sky was golden and the world couldn’t touch them.

She guided them slowly through the tables of the inn, heading through the small, eclectic collection of rooms towards the back. Towards the door which lead out the back and into the woods beyond. Somewhere away from prying eyes.

Tears yet to fall sting her eyes. Her heart thuds along with her steps. Her feet guiding her body without thinking. She couldn’t afford to yet. It hadn’t settled yet.

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+Notes: Well, my emotions are dead and Eirwen's gone on autopilot *sobs forever*
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Rhosyn Cerys Hatton
 Posted: Sep 19 2017, 11:00 PM
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  • Nobility (18)
  • Rose-Red and Snow-White
  • Gwynedd
  • “And I was running far away, would I run off the world someday?”
Kelly


And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small Though I try to resist I still want it all

For a minute the Hatton twins can do nothing but hold each other’s hand. Rhosyn squeezes her sister’s hand tighter because Eirwen is the only thing keeping her grounded. She’s all Rhosyn has left.

Before this she had always allowed herself to hope, just a little bit, for some grand reunion. Their mother was out there somewhere, hiding just like they were, looking just like they were. Some day, the Hatton twins would tell themselves, they’d all be together again. No news had been good news and for years it was all they could do to think about her and hope she was safe just like they knew she would be thinking of them.

There was no more hope now. No more chance for a grand reunion. No chance to say goodbye. She was just dead, and no one had been there with her at the end to hold her hand. She had been alone. Rhosyn and Eirwen at least had each other to lean on.

When they had fled the ambush at the cottage and gotten separated there was no time for hugs or to tell her how much she had meant to them. There was only chaos and noise and when the dust settled she was gone. She knew how much she meant, of course. She was their mother. Now that the chance to tell her was truly gone.

Rhosyn drops her gaze down to the table, her eyes try to focus on the grain of the wood in the table through the watery film that covers them.

They were all that was left.

She thinks back to years ago, to before Father had died, when they were all together and happy and the world was a safe place to be in. When the girls could go hand and hand through the forest without a care in the world and when they returned home their parents were always there with a warm embrace and kind words. She remembers being tucked into bed at night, the way her mother would run her thumb back and forth in tiny lines across her forehead when she couldn’t sleep. Rhosyn tries to remember how she smelled, the way her laugh sounded. The little details were starting to fade. That wasn’t fair. They should have had more time.

All that had been taken away from them, and for what? Some stupid centuries long feud that they had no part in? It had stolen lives and homes and turned people against one another and there was nothing to show for it, not really. One man wore the crown now but he wouldn’t have it for long. They never had it for long.

She feels Eir let go of her hand and moves her eyes back up to her sister. She watches Eirwen’s hands move in practiced, mindless motions to save bits of food off of her plate. Rhosyn should be doing the same thing, she knows that she will want to eat later but she can’t make herself move. It feels like if she does she’ll fall apart. She stares until her vision blurs.

A movement snaps her out of it. Her sister is standing up now, hand extended towards her. There is several seconds before Rhosyn is able to make herself reach out and take Eirwen’s hand. Without really being aware of doing anything, she is standing and letting her sister lead her through the maze of tables and rooms and outside. It’s easy to ignore how her injures scream when her breaking heart is screaming louder. Tears sting in her eyes but she doesn’t let them fall. She can’t. Neither of them can. They weren’t safe. They would never be safe.

They make it inside the treeline where it’s dark enough that they are hidden, and Rhosyn stops. She throws her arms around her sister, she holds close all that she’s got left. She cries.


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Eirwen Cariad Hatton
 Posted: Nov 9 2017, 07:51 PM
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  • Nobility (19)
  • Snow White & Rose Red/Goldilocks
  • Gwynedd
  • “Good god, under starless skies we are lost. and into the breach we got tossed. and the water's coming in fast.”
Skylark


I KNOW A TIME IS COMING
ALL WORDS WILL LOSE THEIR MEANING
She wound her way past the crowded tables, full of the lively chatter of a world which kept on turning regardless, out the door, out the back. Across the yard and into the treeline of the woods beyond. Those trees which covered so much of this nation’s land, those dense forests which had always felt safe rather than dangerous...or perhaps they used to. To those two little girls of lifetimes ago.

Eirwen’s feet moved without thinking, her mind focused on one task and one task only; getting them away, getting them space. Getting them somewhere where no one could see as this consumed them both entirely.

They walk together, hand in hand, past the treeline. Into the dark of the woods, still lit up from the half-light shining from the nearby inn.

For a moment, as her feet step automatically over dirt and twig, this scene shifts and dissolves. In her memories, Eirwen can remember those beautiful summer days, and dark winter nights. And the safety and adventure of the woods. As they ran together hand in hand beneath the sun-filtering through the canopies of pine. How they would while away their hours out there, exploring, playing, laughing. Returning home with dirt on their dresses and grass-stains on their knees. As their mother would gently chastise them with that warm smile and bundle her two daughters off to get cleaned up for dinner-

But it’s back again so soon, this forest, like any other here in Gwynedd. With its pine leaves sat in the shadows of night...It didn’t feel as comforting anymore. What had once been their playground, had now become their sanctuary. Their shelter that hid them from a world which wanted them dead for a surname. Those trees which had always been their protection, always seeming like they were watching over them when they slept out in the wilds...hiding them now from all which would have their heads.

Those days of sunlight memories was long over. The sun had set over them and here, now, felt like their darkest hour yet.

As Eirwen’s feet paused their automatic momentum, she felt Rhosyn’s hand slip from hers. Only to immediately return as her sister threw her arms around her neck. An embrace that Eirwen met without even needing to think, holding her sister as close as it was possible to. Tears breaking free from her own eyes the very moment she heard Rhosyn’s own. They held onto each other there, grasping tightly to the last person they each had on this earth who was here, who was here and still cared what happened to them.

Here in the safety of their forests, she allowed herself to give in. Even if just for this moment.

Eirwen buried her face in her sister’s shoulder, her tears wetting the fabric of her clothes. Once the sobs come, they come quick and loud. Her chest heaving over a grief so unimaginably large.

“We’re alone.” She choked out. A statement so unneeded, when both sisters knew it to be so achingly true. They had each other now, just each other. There would be no grand reunion with their mother sweeping them both up into her arms and planting kisses on their fair hair. They would never get that again, never see her again. Eirwen can already feel her slipping, her mind desperately grasping at every memory she still had of that wonderful woman.

Their parents were gone. And so were their friends.
They were alone now.

But they had each other still, they always would.

Eirwen tried to collect herself, sniffling as she pulled away from her sister a moment. Furiously wiping the tears from under her eyes and across her cheeks. She looked across at Rhosyn; at those tired and sore eyes which perfectly matched her own.

She takes a breath. “We’re not safe here anymore, Rhos.”

Anymore? Eirwen knows the falsehood in her words as soon as they left her mouth. They were never safe here. Not before their mother had been taken along with the rest of the human nobility. Not before they had began this life of running, hiding, and running. Not even in their childhood, in those sunny days when all had seemed so perfectly happy. They never had been safe. Not in this land of conflict, whose throne passed from hand to hand through centuries of blood and violence.

For neither species, for no soul at all, this land wasn’t safe for anyone who called it home.

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Rhosyn Cerys Hatton
 Posted: Apr 4 2018, 03:02 PM
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  • Nobility (18)
  • Rose-Red and Snow-White
  • Gwynedd
  • “And I was running far away, would I run off the world someday?”
Kelly


And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small Though I try to resist I still want it all

In the shadows of the trees, Rhosyn Hatton holds her whole world in her arms. She holds Eirwen tight, sobs escaping from between her lips. It’s almost easy to ignore how the bones that had just started to heal were poking into her lungs again with the cries that wracked her body, shifting under the skin and making it hard to breathe. This hurt so much more. All she can do it hold her twin close, a hand attempting to move in a comforting circle on the small of her back.

The darkness of the forest seemed to hold them too. Gwynedd’s forests had long felt like sanctuary to the two of them. A safe place. It was quieter underneath the canopy of leaves. It provided them with cover from prying eyes, with shelter when nowhere else was safe.

When they were younger, the forest had been a place to play. A place to let their imaginations go wild, it was a thousand worlds inside one. It was a place free of the worry and terror that now defined their lives. She wished they had never had to leave that forest, their forest.

Life had been so simple there. So certain. They never felt unsafe. Rhosyn barely remembered what that felt like now. Barely remembered so much of what life had been like before, when they had their mother and father and a home to go to when the sun began to set.

That home of theirs had always been so warm, but thinking back on it now that was more about the people inside it than the crackling fire always lit in their fireplace. Their parents had been warm. She was having a hard time remembering too what it felt like to not be so cold.

And now everything from those days was gone. With the loss of their mother is the complete loss of that warmth and the hope that life could ever be what it once was.

Rhosyn and Eirwen truly only had each other.

She had thought that phrase more times than she could count over the years of running, but it had never been truer than it was in this moment. “The last of the Hattons.” those strangers in the inn had whispered among themselves. (What a cruel way to learn of such a loss).

So the last of the Hattons held each other under the blanket of darkness, and they let themselves grieve. The cried, sobs that mirrored each other’s. Eirwen’s face is buried against her shoulder, Rhosyn can feel the heaviness of the wet fabric of her dress there. “We’re alone.” Her twin whispers.

“Yes,” she agrees, her voice so quiet, like she was afraid of saying the truth aloud. But then her next words are more sure. “But you have me. Always. And I have you.”

Eirwen is pulling away now, just a little bit, their eyes meeting. Once again a mirror. The two of them always the same, now feeling the same grief. She wipes tears hastily off of her face and when she misses one Rhosyn reaches up and gently wipes it away for her.

“We’re not safe here anymore, Rhos.”

Rhosyn nods, trying to pull herself together too. “You’re right, we should check out of the inn and move on to the next-” She stops herself short, the implication behind her sisters words suddenly making themselves clear.

“You mean in Gwynedd now, don’t you?”


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Eirwen Cariad Hatton
 Posted: May 18 2018, 08:03 PM
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  • Nobility (19)
  • Snow White & Rose Red/Goldilocks
  • Gwynedd
  • “Good god, under starless skies we are lost. and into the breach we got tossed. and the water's coming in fast.”
Skylark


I KNOW A TIME IS COMING
ALL WORDS WILL LOSE THEIR MEANING
It was all so unfair. So cruelly unfair.

But unfair was all they knew anymore.

Celyn Hatton. Vanished in the course of a few overheard sentences. Despite how Eirwen’s mind desperately rushed now to remember every little thing about her mother, it all felt like it was draining away. Every bit of her mother which made her her.

She tried to keep in her mind the sound of her voice; how gentle, how soothing to her two darling daughters. Her face, every little detail of it. The sound of her lullabies when they were younger. How she’d stroke their hair until they fell off to sleep. The pride stuck in her smile as she waved them off to one more adventure in the forest which had been as much their home as the manor house.

Already, it feels like she had forgotten so much. So many little details about their mother that she might not ever get back again. And if they couldn’t remember those, then whoever would? That part of their mother would die when their memories of it died. It felt like such a ruthless betrayal of courageous woman who had raised them so kindly. To forget any part of her. To let any little bit sink into nothing…

They were alone in the world. It hurt her so much to let that truth slip from her lips. To make it real by placing it right there between them.

Where it sits inside both their hearts now. This unbearable grief.

She hears it in her sister’s voice too. That reluctance to speak the truth for fear of making it true. Eirwen’s eyes, her watery gaze doesn’t leave Rhos as she speaks it. The other truth which was the last thing on this earth they still had to cling to; they weren’t alone, they never would be as long as they had each other.

“We do.” Eirwen finds the courage again somehow to echo the sentiment. Her too quiet voice joining her sister’s, this expression of grief that only the forest would ever be witness to. For so long, their greatest sanctuary, would be again. “We always will.” They’d never been without one another, and Eirwen didn’t know how to be because of it. They were a pair, always.

Nothing would separate them, not even all the wickedness in the world. Their mother had always promised them of that. Just as long as their hands held the other, no harm could ever come to them. A tale for children, for two little girls. But they were adults now.

And that monstrous sense of calm shehad felt earlier, she feels it still. Some instinctual need in her to pick up and move forward, like they’d always had to in order to survive in their own homeland. Eirwen pulls out of their embrace and tries to do just that. Trying to erase the tears which wet her cheeks. Ones which only spill over again when Rhosyn reaches out, to wipe away one she’d missed.

Her twin took her words at face value. Eirwen was struggling to find the courage to explain herself, to push forward with the monumental plan which seemed to fill just about every corner of her mind now. She doesn’t have to. She knows the moment Rhos stops herself short and takes a second to understand her meaning.

A shaky smile lifts on her lips. Some false confidence, trying its best. Eirwen reaches a cold hand out to take her sister’s tightly in hers.

Eirwen shook her head slowly. “It’s not been safe here for us for a long time,” she starts, heart pounding with the fear of one of the few surviving human nobles in this whole country. “We were never safe here, not even before the takeover happened.” She chokes up on the spoken realisation. That their home had never been safe for them, not even under the rule of their people, for each rule here was destined to only ever be temporary. Each race forced to suffer under the other, again and again and again.

“Rhos,” the uncertainty is obvious in her beginning, the fear of the idea obvious in her voice. “Maybe we should leave Gwynedd?” Her voice wavers and her expression crumbles, at the thought that leaving Gwynedd had become their only option. That leaving their only home was what their lives had come to.

But their mother would have wanted them to be safe. More than anything in the world, she’d have wanted her daughters to be spared her fate.

They could do that for her. They could give her that much.

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SKIN MADE BY NIC EXCLUSIVELY FOR FIND THE RABBIT HOLE.