The locks, now dyed stark black, fell to the floor at Melodia's feet, silent tremors as each thick clump hit the floor, bringing hell to the unseen organisms in her room. She was in her own hell as she clipped her hair short, eyes blank and the vacant stare at the bed nearly enveloping her soul with each beat of her heart. The empty bed.
Her wife had left without a word, and she had no idea where she'd gone. The suns had gone by and life was empty. Between the death of the brave lalafell in the cave, and now the loss of her wife, Melodia was a blank slate. She had been, at least.
Now the hair was cut. A short cropped look to better match her mood, her mindset. Standing nude, with that blank stare, a far cry from what felt like a lifetime ago when she would woo lovers to the same bed. No wonder she was alone. The tears streamed down her cheeks as the scissors fell to the ground.
Alone. Again.
Her mind climbed back and reflected to the pilgrimage her and her wife had taken before the bonding ceremony...to the various sites of the Twelve. Her mouth dropped...enough to let a soft gasp come forth. The wash of realization hit her finally, and she was grateful for it, despite the timing.
She had failed them. The Twelve.
Her mind was suddenly awash in this. The thoughts of Tomas shot dead on the beach years ago. Taurin being hung from the mast. Her own parents and village burned. The unknown man in the cave. Her wife. Her eyes closed as the tears streamed down her cheeks and her voice was a husky whisper, "I'm a sinner."
Time to go home mommy. The little girl's voice was a plain and clear as it was that day in the cave. It wasn't about going back to Limsa, or wearing a uniform. It had nothing to do with counseling or courtesan work.
She owed a debt, and the Twelve were telling her so. For each blessing she'd ever received, she'd misbehaved, spat in their face with her own whims. And those who giveth, also taketh away.
She lowered her head and nodded, as she rested on her knees.
She made a promise to make her life mean something. And she reaffirmed that promise silently, to the Twelve, and decided it was time to start paying back that debt.
And she would, in Their names.
Her wife had left without a word, and she had no idea where she'd gone. The suns had gone by and life was empty. Between the death of the brave lalafell in the cave, and now the loss of her wife, Melodia was a blank slate. She had been, at least.
Now the hair was cut. A short cropped look to better match her mood, her mindset. Standing nude, with that blank stare, a far cry from what felt like a lifetime ago when she would woo lovers to the same bed. No wonder she was alone. The tears streamed down her cheeks as the scissors fell to the ground.
Alone. Again.
Her mind climbed back and reflected to the pilgrimage her and her wife had taken before the bonding ceremony...to the various sites of the Twelve. Her mouth dropped...enough to let a soft gasp come forth. The wash of realization hit her finally, and she was grateful for it, despite the timing.
She had failed them. The Twelve.
Her mind was suddenly awash in this. The thoughts of Tomas shot dead on the beach years ago. Taurin being hung from the mast. Her own parents and village burned. The unknown man in the cave. Her wife. Her eyes closed as the tears streamed down her cheeks and her voice was a husky whisper, "I'm a sinner."
Time to go home mommy. The little girl's voice was a plain and clear as it was that day in the cave. It wasn't about going back to Limsa, or wearing a uniform. It had nothing to do with counseling or courtesan work.
She owed a debt, and the Twelve were telling her so. For each blessing she'd ever received, she'd misbehaved, spat in their face with her own whims. And those who giveth, also taketh away.
She lowered her head and nodded, as she rested on her knees.
She made a promise to make her life mean something. And she reaffirmed that promise silently, to the Twelve, and decided it was time to start paying back that debt.
And she would, in Their names.
