Post by Asteria Greengrass on Mar 16, 2019 19:05:53 GMT -5
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[attr="class","title-astoria"]End of All Days
[attr="class","subtitle-astoria"]The temples are now burning
Our faith caught up in flames
Our faith caught up in flames
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CW: REFERENCES TO SELF-HARM
Theodore had left. Where to, she was not certain, but she had . . .certain thoughts of where he might be. He had experiments enough to call him back, and she had little doubt the barriers would stop him. Still, she was his wife and he'd given her her son, so she might have owed something to him. At least enough to cover for him for some of his businesses, some of his contacts, and to pretend he had not left the country until he somehow returned. She also admittedly not quite certain as to how much of his family he had told, but she rather thought it was fairly few.
Him being gone was some stress off of her shoulders, though admittedly she regretted that he'd chose an inconvenient time to do so. It was, however, most like him. She wished. . .she wished that he had left while she'd had Tamara, but he'd left after Tamara did. Luckily, they'd seen each other few times during that break. Theodore had little interest in either herself or Tamara, and that was enough. There was only so much she could have done if he'd been interested in playing with Tamara. It was all too careful a line between convincing him she cared only about Tamara as an extension of her body, and being able to care for her as she ought to have.
She remembered all the times she'd been too numb to spend time with Tamara in the beginning. Not truly, admittedly-- the haze stuck around, and her more solid memories of her daughter started when Tamara was growing into a toddler, laughing in her father's arms. Tamara deserved that happiness, she knew. She'd been selfish enough to think that perhaps she could start over with her daughter, that her daughter would understand and they might reconnect in a way, be drawn together. All she'd done, however, was make Tamara more miserable, more confused. The nights where Tamara would find herself in the Hospital Wing for an overnight stay were growing fewer. She was stifling her daughter, and yet--
When she'd told Tamara she'd be seeing her father, her daughter had glowed. Tamara had been the happiest she'd seen her since the divorce, and it twisted her heart. She'd gone too far, perhaps. She ought to have waited before knotting herself in yet another marriage, before carrying another child, before even trying to find Tamara new friends. Anthony was more of a mother than she was to Tamara, and no amount of care now would change that. She couldn't quite figure out how to connect in a way that meant something. She was Hogwarts's matron, she'd been a Healer for years, she knew well how to smile and joke, how to be firm and loving, how to act like she cared, and what worked well for the students did not work for Tamara, who despised it all. It was only at night that Tamara might reach back, rather than turning her away.
Tamara had had every right to do so. She'd not been there as much as she should have been, and then tore her away from her father. And Tamara. . .there had perhaps been one constant for her mother, and that was that her mother had loved her father. She'd destroyed that, because Tamara was a child, and rationale could not overpower betrayal. She'd communicated with Anthony mostly through owls since then, and admittedly had only started responding more as the epidemic had broken out. She hadn't quite prepared for the sudden rush, sudden pull in her chest at the sight of Anthony's familiar blonde hair, at his hand holding Tamara's. Could I be so heartless to take this away from her again?
And yes, the answer was always yes. She was a mother, she was a Slytherin, and to protect her daughterand Anthony this was what she had to do. And Theodore's absence would work in her favor: the tide was turning once more, the ground unstable beneath her feet. But she could not turn her coat so quickly, not again. But if Theodore remained vanished. . .
No, she was tied to the Notts, at least partially. Her son might be the Greengrass heir, but her husband was a Nott. It would be simple enough to report the truth, that he left her, but. . .
Careful, she'd need to spread that careful and slow. She could not let emotions, the shiver of pleasure, the sudden fall of her daughter's face at the sight of her as Anthony let go of Tamara's hand. No, she wanted to say. I was wrong, keep her, I can't do this, I've been a horrible person to you, forgive me-- Astoria closed her eyes, and Asteria opened them.
"Suitable." She worked to press out any longing in her voice. "You enjoyed your time, I hope? Tamara was quite excited to spend the time with you, and judging by everything," she tried giving a smile to her daughter; Tamara pointedly looked away. "I hope she was not disappointed." She knew it was temporary, she knew that come the next few nights, she'd see her daughter in the Wing again, keeping her there for overnight care. What sort of Healer, what sort of mother was she that she was so resigned to this already? It was the only time Tamara might want her, as a poor replacement for Anthony.
She flicked her eyes down to her daughter's arms, and up to Anthony, letting the question be visible in her face. Tamara was still not looking at her-- Anthony could nod or shake his head, and he--
He would know how much of a failure she'd been. She'd failed with Hyperion, failed with Tamara, and Adonis would be half-Daphne's, another growing failure. No, he already knew, from their letters, from his time. She didn't need to hide that.
CW: REFERENCES TO SELF-HARM
Theodore had left. Where to, she was not certain, but she had . . .certain thoughts of where he might be. He had experiments enough to call him back, and she had little doubt the barriers would stop him. Still, she was his wife and he'd given her her son, so she might have owed something to him. At least enough to cover for him for some of his businesses, some of his contacts, and to pretend he had not left the country until he somehow returned. She also admittedly not quite certain as to how much of his family he had told, but she rather thought it was fairly few.
Him being gone was some stress off of her shoulders, though admittedly she regretted that he'd chose an inconvenient time to do so. It was, however, most like him. She wished. . .she wished that he had left while she'd had Tamara, but he'd left after Tamara did. Luckily, they'd seen each other few times during that break. Theodore had little interest in either herself or Tamara, and that was enough. There was only so much she could have done if he'd been interested in playing with Tamara. It was all too careful a line between convincing him she cared only about Tamara as an extension of her body, and being able to care for her as she ought to have.
She remembered all the times she'd been too numb to spend time with Tamara in the beginning. Not truly, admittedly-- the haze stuck around, and her more solid memories of her daughter started when Tamara was growing into a toddler, laughing in her father's arms. Tamara deserved that happiness, she knew. She'd been selfish enough to think that perhaps she could start over with her daughter, that her daughter would understand and they might reconnect in a way, be drawn together. All she'd done, however, was make Tamara more miserable, more confused. The nights where Tamara would find herself in the Hospital Wing for an overnight stay were growing fewer. She was stifling her daughter, and yet--
When she'd told Tamara she'd be seeing her father, her daughter had glowed. Tamara had been the happiest she'd seen her since the divorce, and it twisted her heart. She'd gone too far, perhaps. She ought to have waited before knotting herself in yet another marriage, before carrying another child, before even trying to find Tamara new friends. Anthony was more of a mother than she was to Tamara, and no amount of care now would change that. She couldn't quite figure out how to connect in a way that meant something. She was Hogwarts's matron, she'd been a Healer for years, she knew well how to smile and joke, how to be firm and loving, how to act like she cared, and what worked well for the students did not work for Tamara, who despised it all. It was only at night that Tamara might reach back, rather than turning her away.
Tamara had had every right to do so. She'd not been there as much as she should have been, and then tore her away from her father. And Tamara. . .there had perhaps been one constant for her mother, and that was that her mother had loved her father. She'd destroyed that, because Tamara was a child, and rationale could not overpower betrayal. She'd communicated with Anthony mostly through owls since then, and admittedly had only started responding more as the epidemic had broken out. She hadn't quite prepared for the sudden rush, sudden pull in her chest at the sight of Anthony's familiar blonde hair, at his hand holding Tamara's. Could I be so heartless to take this away from her again?
And yes, the answer was always yes. She was a mother, she was a Slytherin, and to protect her daughter
No, she was tied to the Notts, at least partially. Her son might be the Greengrass heir, but her husband was a Nott. It would be simple enough to report the truth, that he left her, but. . .
Careful, she'd need to spread that careful and slow. She could not let emotions, the shiver of pleasure, the sudden fall of her daughter's face at the sight of her as Anthony let go of Tamara's hand. No, she wanted to say. I was wrong, keep her, I can't do this, I've been a horrible person to you, forgive me-- Astoria closed her eyes, and Asteria opened them.
"Suitable." She worked to press out any longing in her voice. "You enjoyed your time, I hope? Tamara was quite excited to spend the time with you, and judging by everything," she tried giving a smile to her daughter; Tamara pointedly looked away. "I hope she was not disappointed." She knew it was temporary, she knew that come the next few nights, she'd see her daughter in the Wing again, keeping her there for overnight care. What sort of Healer, what sort of mother was she that she was so resigned to this already? It was the only time Tamara might want her, as a poor replacement for Anthony.
She flicked her eyes down to her daughter's arms, and up to Anthony, letting the question be visible in her face. Tamara was still not looking at her-- Anthony could nod or shake his head, and he--
He would know how much of a failure she'd been. She'd failed with Hyperion, failed with Tamara, and Adonis would be half-Daphne's, another growing failure. No, he already knew, from their letters, from his time. She didn't need to hide that.
[attr="class","tags-astoria"]☆ @i'm so sorry , 978 words ☆
[attr="class","credz1"]❤fai
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