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#You know when Laudna came to town it was the first time I'd really felt any peace for a long time
mary-claire-art · 1 year
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A 2-page comic about the day Imogen met Laudna for the first time
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tenderesthands · 2 years
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thinking about imogen having a nightmare once again and laudna comforting her the way that she always does. thinking about cold cold hands very tenderly wiping away fresh tears and warm cheeks melting into a soft smile. thinking about "you should never have to run into the storm alone" and "we are going to figure this out. i promise. or at least die trying" (thinking about laudna dying and imogen being consumed by so much grief the storm and being all alone)
thinking about imogen falling asleep every night holding onto laudna's hands hoping, praying even, that maybe this time she will see laudna in the dream with her. and it will be wonderful and it will give her the strength to face all her fears. (thinking about imogen dreading closing her eyes and falling asleep fearing that she will dream of laudna being consumed by the storm just like bertrand was) (thinking about the intense relief that she feels when she wakes up and realizes it was yet another quiet night without laudna blessing her dreams. maybe there's still hope. maybe i can still save her.)
thinking about belly laughs and warm eyes filled with love and soft hands holding onto each other as tightly as they can. thinking about shared beds and intertwined bodies and trembling fingers and long late night conversations. thinking about "i don't know what i would do without you" ("come back. come back. please come back.")
thinking about making bright future plans and broken pinky promises. thinking about time and how there's never enough of it with the people that we love. thinking about "oh my god!!! i love this town!!! seriously laudna let's move here after everything!" (thinking about how there's no after everything with laudna. there's just the terrible suffocating aching void in imogen's chest and the piercing pain of never ending grief)
thinking about "it was really bad there for awhile you know when laudna came to town it was the first time i'd really felt any peace for a long time" and "it's the same sort of feeling that i had with laudna the first time i met her. it was there, she was there, but she was almost like at a different pitch than everybody else. it was musical. it wasn't painful like everybody else." and "we are pretty good at being hermits together it's nice" and "imogen and i, we don't really like new people"
thinking about learning to share your soul, your heart, your life with someone and then losing half of you. thinking about discovering the peaceful lullaby of love and then being lost in the stillness of death. thinking about the loss of music and peace and all things good and beautiful.
thinking about walking into the world alone for the first time in two years accompanied only by grief and regret. thinking about the bitter sweet realization that pain IS the price of love and that you've agreed to pay it every time you locked eyes and felt the soft rumble of butterflies in your belly. or every time you shared a laugh together. every time you felt your knees go weak with want. every time you fell asleep holding onto each other.
the grief is never ending but so is the love.
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rosegrlwrites · 2 years
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Felt like writing a lyric drabble. Song is Sick in the Head by The Lumineers.
People say I'm no good
"But I mean, when I was growing up, when this started. People can be awful. They can seem so nice, but they can be awful."
Write me off, oh yes they should
"Because I didn't want to be around very many people, and...you know, the people in town started talking—"
Fuck 'em they're just sick in the head
"You know, when Laudna came to town, it was the first time I'd really felt any peace for a long time, so yeah. I don't know why I didn't think to get out of town faster. It was actually really great when we left."
They're writing my history
It's almost like Otohan can read minds. Odd.
Think somebody should've asked me
"Oh. Is she your favourite?"
Everyone was safe in their beds / Their beds
The buildings tore away into pieces, bricks cracking around like a runaway tornado as her fury and vengeance fueled her mind.
And I said / I won't live, won't live like them
"The more you run from it, the more you lose. There is greatness in you, and our fight is soon. Embrace it, or be culled like the rest."
And the energy in her core returns, calling. The same energy in the center of the blood-red storm, in every nightmare Imogen has ever had. And it scares her as she fights it, staring into her worst nightmare.
Everyone, they're all seeing red
And Imogen levitates, every part of her glowing a deep crimson hue, looking like some supernatural being.
I don't know / If it's alright with you, but I'll be gone
"No! I'll go with you! I give in. Don't hurt her."
A ghost will be here in my stead, my stead
And Laudna lies there on the ground. Colder than normal. Unconscious. Laudna.
And I said / I can't live life underneath it all
"Worry not, child. Death is but a waiting game. And we will be okay."
Everyone is older now and gone / I will not be here forever dear
"I'm sorry—I'm sorry—Laud, I'm so sorry—"
So let's just make this count a lot in here
"You saved all of us, and we're going to save her, too."
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