A/N:Neurodegenerative / atrophy content similarity warning
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Her hand stills on him for a moment as he wiggles around, at an angle he can't gnaw on her knuckle. My son makes a small noise of complaint and she resumes… as he gnaws at her forearm's cloth.
"A mate bond is sacred to those who respect the Lunar Goddess still."
Somehow the way she says this makes me feel bad. It has this… recently broken illusion quality to it. But that deity only has themselves to blame if their favorite looks unfavorably on them now.
"But it's more than words of marriage and laws enforced. I saw her rebound into something after those first months that was less than my mom was in my heart. Then I watched even that remaining holdout disappear, over seven ungentle years."
If she doesn't know I'm awake and listening, then she's rehearsing what to tell me. Because my… our son can't possibly understand any of this. I don't know what to do right now.
