"Without us they will die. Winter will come and all will be cold, Manon."
Winter. First Winter. My mind travelled back and back to long and long ago. The remembering of it, I knew, clouded the unglamoured silver of my gaze as I lifted my head to Jack. Before Mab had meddled in both our memories, when the Moon was lost to a thorny Thicket of Sorrows, and an Ebon Knight came on wing as messenger to bring the Moon down.
The thought of such time, of all I'd wrought, brought that damnable water to my eyes and when I pulled away and he let me, the shiver of his form and the sadness that hung about him gave me pause at the stairs' edge. He seemed so lost, like the first time I saw him in a Summer meadow.
But oh, what this male does to me. So easy it would be to let it all fall away without his strength so near. To deal with immediate threat, fight the fight that comes along. Give over to the warrior and forget about the Maiden. Become; exist as I was created to be. Let others move the pawn; forget about the whole of the game.
For all Jack gave to me, I could resent him. For all he gave to me, I never could.
I stepped forth and curled my fingers about his rough hand, knowing he saw plain that so much weighed and warred upon my face and in my eyes. My mate read me like an open book, knew me like no other, even when he thought otherwise.
Gentle and warm I held to his hand and reached for the nursery's door handle with my free one. "I wan' to see them," I spoke quietly, hushed so as not to disturb our children sleeping. He was right. Then again, wasn't he always if I'd just listen" I did need to see them.
He was careful with my hand, afraid to jar the arm he'd roughly treated. There was a war within my Jack, too. The Alpha, the possessor, the feral conqueror was always butting up against the Knight, the protector, the lover. Sympathy was still so alien, but I should try harder. He gave so much, took a lot from me and that which surrounds me I often wonder why he's stayed all this time.
I thought wanting to see the bairns as he'd wanted me to would bring him some relief, but there was none there. In his dark eyes I could see he felt this was but the first of battles. What we were fighting....Well....I decided to blind myself to that for now.
"You will be amazed, Manon," he whispered soft against my ear as we moved through and in, past the original nursery and into the nanny's room where the twins now slept. I gave a thought to storing the cribs and finding appropriate beds for them both amongst the warehouse spoils Miles brought for the brownstone's renovation some years back. And then, my sight feasted upon our sleeping stars. How they had grown in Summer!
Leaning in the doorway, my hand in that of my Ebon Knight's, I watched as little chests moved up and down with the even breaths of slumber. I marveled at their eyes tracking back and forth behind shuttered lids and wondered what they dreamt with so young of memories to cull from. "Oh, Jack," my whisper breathed against his shoulder and I rested my chin lightly there.
He seemed to grow taller with pride and joy and love, watching them sleep. "Our girl says I don't look right without m'wings." And my mate seemed to preen with the thought without a motion. He was the parent I never was, never would be. He would always be there to hold a hand, wipe a tear, and soothe a scrape or slight. His words would always be more right than mine when it came to them. He would be the one they turned to when things overwhelmed. A small part of me wanted to hate him for this, another strange concept, but I could not. It was what it was, and we were who we were.
Tilting my head in its rest upon his shoulder, I kept the twins and my mate in view. The love he shone with reflected back towards him and grew as the shine off my family nearly blinded me. "She be right. An', I miss them, as well. I miss ye arms about me as we fly. Oh, Jack. Do ye remember Summer?"
Flying....I don't think I've ever gotten used to the loss. Horses were close. The iron ones of the mortals even closer. Yet, sometimes the substitution leaves but bittersweet taste and I wonder on a decision made before my feet touched ground.
Whether it was the Dragon's doing, or the smokey palate of pushed back memories, I don't know, but I knew the fog was seeping back as I spoke to Jack of Summer. In my mindscape it was not just the 'Lands I saw, but a certain time and place when a youngling and a coyote played chase and tease amongst its meadows.
The vision of my mate and all that rose about us in the now was swiftly fading, and I was loathe to stop it from happening. Jack nodded to my words, kissing my brow, though, and I could still see clear enough to know he wondered if he'd ever be allowed peace with me, rest. Time to know our blood and what they would one day be. For him, for this, I wanted to peel back the clouds that were sweeping in again. "I remember Summer, Manon, but I have never known Spring."
"Spring?" It was a struggle to hold there, stay in the now. Our whispers pulling out into the nursery as I eased us from the twins' room and shut the door.
"Aye, Spring. You would remember. Do you not?" Some part, growing distant, realized Jack didn't want to leave the sight of our children. For a moment, something gripped at my insides and twisted. What if he didn't follow" Would I keep walking away, alone" How would I exist' Was this what the Dragon was waiting for, pushing me towards"
My Ebon Knight's eyes closed and I paused in the doorway between hall and nursery. The in-between. Neither here nor there. Something moved against the haze and I looked at my mate across the room, frowning. "Spring. Ye mean....Ye mean Manon." Give the lady a gold star! Perhaps she isn't as dense as she appears.
His eyes remained closed, but his voice broke through despite the quiet of its tone. "Manon."
The flavor of near resignation, the sorrow that was beginning to drop about him like a cloak shoved aside the remnants of obscuring mists and his trueness called to mine until I stood there as I am in Summer. The Maiden. Power behind my soft askance. "An' wha' would ye know, Crow" Wha' would ye know o' Spring" Wha' would ye 'ave me tell o' it?"
My truth stirred his own, though his eyes did not need to open to know it shone upon me. His came in the guise of feathers and rustling wings, and he finally opened those dark eyes to gaze upon me with longing. It was a look that always sends me reeling. I never feel worthy of how he views me when he looks at me like this. I always wonder what he sees. "Everything," he breathed.
It had started before Scottie and the bairns had returned to Summer. Returned to lands he was to rule and watch over, returned to ensure the safety of our children away from what seemed to ever-plague and follow me. After rediscovering one another and reclaiming some of our memories through the swiss cheese mine field of our mindscapes, for many mortal years we two struggled on an almost daily basis. He against the walls I kept up, me to keep them up so he might remain safe in ignorance. I had finally begun to open, to let him in to the deepest parts I once held in reserve so tightly. And then, as usual, it had to cease. Something came up. Something plagued.
He and the twins left Rhy'Din, left our home, and I was reduced to few and far between visits in a world I'd cut myself purposefully from too long ago to count. "Aye. E'erythin'. An'...." I ache to look upon this male. So much of him moves within what passes as my soul. He owns my wholeness, and, yet, I hold so much from him. Do I fear him knowing, fear he would not understand, fear he will leave me" I guess this, in part, is truth. Still, if not now, when" It was time.
Silently I moved back across the room to him, to his touch, to his strength. Fingers curling to capture his hands. '"Then, come an' ask an' I shall show ye wha' ye desire to know. All ye desire to know." I closed my eyes and took a deep, steeling breath. "Oh, Scottie."
As his feathered brow touched to mine, he whispered. "How badly did it hurt to Fall so far?"
How could I answer such a question' My breathing became slow and deep and I reveled in the energy he brought. Remaining like that for a time that stretched beyond its ticking boundaries, I finally whispered back the only answer that came to me. "Nae as badly as bein' Above an' worse than ye can imagine. Would ye truly know this, m'love" Be it shockin' to know I fear the tellin'" I fear ye knowin'?"
"You cannot shock me, Manon." He seemed breathless, he always did around me when we were like this. So close to our trueness. "Manon....I...." Words hung in the air unspoken. Gone completely from him was the animal of not an hour before.
I lifted a hand to cup his cheek and met his crow dark gaze, the one I wanted to drown in and never leave. "Ask, m'love. I wan' ye to know. I wan' to throw wide the doors so lon' kept between us." Perhaps this was why I'd been so compelled to do the Telling to Jodiah' This would not be the same, but maybe....Maybe with the aging knight it was a practice run" A chance to string it out so its completeness I could truly share with my Crow. To let him really know the Moon. Not just her silvery face, but the dark side no one sees.
"Please...." and he kissed the palm of my hand. "Show me. I want to feel it."
"Aye." I glanced over my shoulder to where our children slept. Time would pass where I would take him, eons of it, but it might be but short moments where we stood. Still...."But, nae here. 'Tis immersin', we be goin' deep, m'love. To places I dun e'en go any longer. Mayhaps we needs arrange a watcher for the bairns so we can be free to explore."
"Who?" Rightfully, he was stymied to think of any we could get. He knew no one in Rhy'Din these days. So, I assured him we could be calling on someone trusting and that we would figure it out. This was of import in more ways than even we two knew.
"Of Scottie and Sid"]