shadowofthelonglake:

Her hands shock as she watched his face. Her knees
ached, but it was dull and she could easily ignore it.
Why did he care? Why was she here and not with her
family? Her head started to pound, reaching a hand up
to press against the left side of her head.

               ”I don’t understand-“

Her eyes started to sting; she could feel the tears forming,
a lump in her throat. Sigrún raised her other hand, to moved
his hands away from her legs and shoved her night shirt back
down. 

              “Why am I? Shouldn’t b-be
                with them? S-shouldn’t I be
                with my f-family?”

Her head pounded.

“Do not fret," 

        & he wants to smack himself on the head. 
        Indulging in the tales of his own children, 
        Bard knew he should have gone with truth
        and he was falling down a very, very deep rabbit hole. 

Maybe it was not too late. He could still get his littl'uns 
in here, and she would be none the wiser. Until her 
memory came back, then she’d understand. She
would understand what he was doing, because that's 
what Sigrun would do. 

      ” Your family are near. Closer than you think.“ 
He wants to ask, if she would recognize them, but
he knows he should not. Bard’s stuck, and his hands
are knocked away from his own wife’s own form and
he’s thankful she’s too busy fixing her own attire to 
notice the distraught in his eyes. 

Bard stands, stiffening back. Avoiding the topic with
( not so great ) subtlety, the bargeman pointedly 
moved swiftly to the door, nodding lightly. "I will be
right back. Perhaps some ointment to aid your knee," 
he stated withholding emotion, leaving before Sigrun
had a chance to question where everyone was. 

        And he knew not how to respond to them either, 
who were likely waiting eagerly if they knew she was 
awake now. 

shadowofthelonglake:

     ”I don’t wish to be a bother-“

Her eyes watched him as she gently moved the
blanket and doll off of her. The sudden movements
had her head spinning, reaching up to grasp the
side of her head. But her eyes stayed on Bard. 

     ”Won’t she be angry to find me here?”

A part of her didn’t want to leave, this man felt…
right? She was confused and he was the first face
she saw and it brought her comfort.

     ”Shouldn’t I go to them or let them know
      I’m alright. Though it would a awful meeting, 
      sense I don’t even know who I am, let alone
      anyone else-”

While talking she started to stand out of bed, only
to feel her legs shake and wince when her knees
meet the floor.

“No, no. Stop. Stop...”

                   The last thing he wanted to do was worsen her state;
                   he had to reassure her, and quickly too. Unfortunately,
                   his mind was stuck in the fogs, and he did not know quite what to say.

                  Bard was in between not wanting to outright lie to her,
                  without confusing her too vastly.

“The family’s first concern is your health.”

                  Tell him he’s not digging himself into a big, black, hole.
                  He lunged, trying to reach for her before she met the floor. 
                  Much to his chagrin, gravity was faster than he, and Bard
                  checked her trembling legs for any cuts and marks. 

“Does it hurt anywhere? Are you alright?
 Food and water. You’ve been in bed many a day, Sigrun.
 You must regain your strength first." 

shadowofthelonglake:

She repeated the names in her head, as she ran her
hand over doll’s hair. Looking over towards him, she
tried to picture this rough looking, grim man with
children. Tried to picture this little Tilda with the doll,
holding his hand.

It was a very cute image. 

            “I can’t wait to meet them.”

A warm feeling started in her chest, at the thought of
meeting his children. She let Tilda’s doll fall into her
lap, furrowing her brows a bit as a thought came to her. 

           ”And their mother? Dose she
            know I’m here? I… Do I have
            a family?”

      “They will be excited to see you as well.
You have been asleep for quite some time.”

      He chose his words carefully, neither lie,
nor abruptly hit her with truth that may cause
further confusion.

“Nay, I do not believe she knows you’re here.”

      In the worst of all ways, that was the horrid
truth,  and Bard momentarily stood upwards to
face the door, heavens forbid that she spotted
the anguish painted on on his face.

         "You have a family that loves you dearly,
that worries for your health the same way I do.“

shadowofthelonglake:

She couldn’t the look on his face - she could barely place
her emotions. It wasn’t little, at least she didn’t think. The
bed could easily hold two people and there was walking
room. 

                       ”It’s… nice.”

Was it? She had nothing to compare it to, but it felt nice;
lovely, safe. When he reached over the doll, she gently
took it into her hands. Some things popped out to her, like
how worn it was. Like how a child had dragged it along.
Her brows furrowed.

                      “You’ve children?

                 "Yes. Three little ones.“

He caressed the fabric of the doll, not looking upwards
to greet Sigrun’s sights. Bard’s voice, it wavered with 
tenderness, tinged with emotion. 

                 "Sigrid, the oldest. Middle, Bain. And Tilda." 

"This… it is her doll. She loves it very much.”

As Tilda did, and loved the one who gave it to her. Bard
smiled, nullifying the sadness as he lifts his hand, rest-
ing it on the quilt.  

                   "Perhaps they may come by shortly. They
are usually around the house at this hour.“ 

shadowofthelonglake:

#do u guise sneak into my stash#i shouldnt have a stash#oh gosh#sobs#mother would hurt me if she was still here

#guess whose getting a ghostly visit from the wife

#sits in the corner for time out thinking about what he’s done