Leaving Again

Leaving Again

She did not say anything. There simply was nothing to say anymore - everything had been discussed a million times over and there seemed to be no way out from the corner those discussions had led them. Air of the room felt colder than it should have. He packed the last of his necessities listening to the shuffling sounds of her dress as she moved away from him. She had gone to hold their son, the little creature sobbing with slumped shoulders.

He knew he should not look at them, for his own sake, but he couldn't bear to just walk out the door. Kolyat was crying, every one of his loud sniffles tearing open a new wound in Thane's heart.

"Why can't father stay?"

Irikah didn't respond, but simply kissed her son, rocking slighty in a vain attempt to soothe the child. For the love of Arashu, she had asked every night for years now, why did it have to be this way?

A light touch on her shoulder notified her that the man behind all this grief was trying to approach them once more. Irikah shuddered and dodged away from her husband. He let out a pained gasp at her reaction.

"I am... sorry. For what it is worth, I will not be gone more than a month," Thane Krios meekly offered to his family. No response. Desperation, guilt, love and fear strangled him, burning his chest, killing his resolution, murdering his calm and concentration. How he wished Irikah would kiss him goodbye the way she once used to. How he wished little Kolyat's tears weren't quite so bitter.

"Siha, please-"

"Husband. Just go."

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Thanealiciously dedicated to the ladies over at the Neck Snap Appreciation Society, as always.

I can't possibly be the only one who had her heart weeping at Thane's story about how he left his family one bit a time?

I've had images of Irikah floating around my head for days, waiting to be put on a paper. And for some reason, I'm rather fascinated by the Krios family overall. You would think I'd just be kind of happy that the family is-no-more, leaving Thane up for grabs, but yah. Fangirls. You never know about their weird thought patterns.

I'm not 100% happy with the way things turned out, but I still feel like I really bled my heart onto this thing, haha. I bet it's the angst, that stuff gets me every time.

Photoshop and Wacom, my whole third (3) fully digital thing! I'm still pretty much just experimenting with pressure sensitivity and colors - and familiriazing myself with a tablet. This time I left the lineart sketchy just to see what that would look like - only to be able to say now that I much prefer the clean lineart, hehe.
Both art AND story by yours truly this time.