#messy excerpt of Alasdair's story

[gwtwoimpsarewe]

Small fingers curled around his own, “Alasdair?” 

Glancing obligingly as his little ‘sister’ settled beside him, Alasdair hummed an answer in his throat as they turned their gazes to the quieting Grove. “Dreams again dewling?” 

Her cheek found his shoulder with a nod, “Something’s coming; but I can’t see it.” 

Guilt stabbed at him, even as he rested his cheek to her head in comfort; knowing that he was to blame.

Mother told him the dream wasn’t theirs to control. 

That they were the caretakers. 

That what was meant, was up to the receivers interpretation. 

But how by the thorns, do you interpret a Hunt abandoning a Hunter? 

He was a Firstborn, raised and waiting to take on the horrors so those after him would be spared; and even if Wyld Hunts could change owners--who’s to say they should?

So if it wounded him to deceive her, the pain paled in comparison to how his heart ached knowing the visions haunting her should be his own.

Amaranda had pleaded with him that his path was one of madness and misery. That this was not a decision he could make, not something for him to take-- 

“Alasdair?” He blinked back to the present, Farrach’s face hovered in front of his own, “You’ve gone somewhere I can’t see; come back.” 

The irony was not lost on him as he chuckled, “Don’t fret pea blossom,” his fingers tweaked a petal back into place. “I’ll always come back to you.” 

The malaise in his veins throbbed with an unnatural pulse. 

Li - ar. Li - ar. Li - ar. Li - ar.

Mother’s Roots he’d miss her. 

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Notes: Alasdair Taigh takes James Muir (my revenant) as a false name after leaving the Grove post take his Wyld Hunt back from his little sister. 

Not a ship, don’t take or tag it as such.