Post by Arlyn Elliot Valentine on Feb 26, 2013 6:28:22 GMT -5
Arlyn awoke to his usual pounding headache and throbbing in his leg, the searing pain keeping him from moving. The nightmares last night weren't too bad, it wasn't all the usual blood splattered death scenes he had, this one was of a the training grounds at base camp when he'd been on tour, although without all the sand and bright lights it was dark, the ground at his feet was like sludge and he moved through it in slow motion, the red sky overhead told him it was a dream but still, the burning sensation in his chest was very real, feeling the impact of the barbed bullet piercing his flesh, tearing a hole into his chest the size of a galleon, but the spiderweb like spread of scars from the hole made it feel as if his chest was being ripped open.
Sitting up with effort Arlyn clutched his injured leg, massaging the thick silver line down his leg, his thumb tracing the jagged skin down his leg as he hissed out at the pain. Damaged tissue was something that just couldn't be repaired, even with potions it seemed. Arlyn would never be able to walk properly again, his staggering walk now was a limp race where he struggled to move at a pace that was fast enough.
Running his fingers through his hair he looked up with sore eyes as he heard the small knock at the bedroom door. "Come in Bee," he said, his voice croaky from the night before of drinking. As the door was pushed open he saw his son standing in the doorway, Maddalyn holding his hand. As they approached the bed he could see the red welt on his son's cheek and he knew he'd done it again. "Daddy? Are you better now?" Blair asked hesitantly, his eyes slightly scared and Arlyn could only feel ashamed of himself for causing his son such pain.
"All better now, promise...come over here," Arlyn said softly, picking his son up and seating him between his legs on the bed, reaching to the bedside drawer for the salve he learnt to keep there for these situations. It was a rituals, and Arlyn hated it. He shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't hurt his children like this but he just couldn't stop. It was a never ending spiral downwards and all there was beneath was a vast plain of darkness waiting for him. "I'm so sorry Bee, and you too Honey Bee," Arlyn said to Maddalyn as he picked her up, kissing her forehead as he placed her on the bed too. "It's okay Daddy, we just don't want you to be sad," Blair replied, sounding much wiser than he was supposed to be.
Rubbing the salve into his son's cheek Arlyn couldn't help but let silent tears fall, his hands trembling as they stroked Blair's cheek. What was he doing with himself, really. He rested his head against his son's, his body being racked with the silent sobs which didn't sound. "Daddy, no! No!" Maddalyn said as she stood on little legs, rubbing away Arlyn's tears. He felt so pathetic, his two children were taking better care of him than he was supposed to of them. "I love you two...always," Arlyn mumbled, pulling both children to his chest, careful for them not to sit on his leg rather between his legs. "My Bee and Honey Bee..." The perfect moment....
Which was then ruined by the sound of the doorbell at their apartment. Arlyn ignored it, who ever it was would go away soon...
Sitting up with effort Arlyn clutched his injured leg, massaging the thick silver line down his leg, his thumb tracing the jagged skin down his leg as he hissed out at the pain. Damaged tissue was something that just couldn't be repaired, even with potions it seemed. Arlyn would never be able to walk properly again, his staggering walk now was a limp race where he struggled to move at a pace that was fast enough.
Running his fingers through his hair he looked up with sore eyes as he heard the small knock at the bedroom door. "Come in Bee," he said, his voice croaky from the night before of drinking. As the door was pushed open he saw his son standing in the doorway, Maddalyn holding his hand. As they approached the bed he could see the red welt on his son's cheek and he knew he'd done it again. "Daddy? Are you better now?" Blair asked hesitantly, his eyes slightly scared and Arlyn could only feel ashamed of himself for causing his son such pain.
"All better now, promise...come over here," Arlyn said softly, picking his son up and seating him between his legs on the bed, reaching to the bedside drawer for the salve he learnt to keep there for these situations. It was a rituals, and Arlyn hated it. He shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't hurt his children like this but he just couldn't stop. It was a never ending spiral downwards and all there was beneath was a vast plain of darkness waiting for him. "I'm so sorry Bee, and you too Honey Bee," Arlyn said to Maddalyn as he picked her up, kissing her forehead as he placed her on the bed too. "It's okay Daddy, we just don't want you to be sad," Blair replied, sounding much wiser than he was supposed to be.
Rubbing the salve into his son's cheek Arlyn couldn't help but let silent tears fall, his hands trembling as they stroked Blair's cheek. What was he doing with himself, really. He rested his head against his son's, his body being racked with the silent sobs which didn't sound. "Daddy, no! No!" Maddalyn said as she stood on little legs, rubbing away Arlyn's tears. He felt so pathetic, his two children were taking better care of him than he was supposed to of them. "I love you two...always," Arlyn mumbled, pulling both children to his chest, careful for them not to sit on his leg rather between his legs. "My Bee and Honey Bee..." The perfect moment....
Which was then ruined by the sound of the doorbell at their apartment. Arlyn ignored it, who ever it was would go away soon...