Vee with a Palisman! His name is Dewdrop, and he's precious, and Vee loves him like a baby, but he's protective and tries to act big, but he's tiny. (Then again, if a bug this big in real life threatened me, I would probably run for the hills)
It took me a while to figure out what I wanted their species to be, but then when I started thinking about insects, my mind went to these little fellas that hide in plain sight, JUST. LIKE. VEE.
I'm definitely using him in my AU (where Vee grows up on earth and comes with Masha to the Boiling Isles [I realize I probably need a name for it]). Maybe they bond on Palisman Adoption Day, or earlier, IDK.
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The basket she carried in the crook of her arm dropped to the grass. She stood there. Paralyzed by the sight.
All the soil surrounding a hole in the earth where an empty coffin, marked by its years under the earth, faced her. The glass vase with a candle inside she had put up was nothing but shambles and crumbs. The flowers that had grown over the time destroyed.
The tombstone was tilted. Everything was ruined. And she couldn't do or say anything. Time had frozen.
Her body began to shiver. Every breath became heavier the longer she stared at what once was her husband's grave. Not even Robyn's worried "Mama?" could bring her to move her eyes from the chaos.
It did snap her back to the moment and she knew she couldn't keep Robyn here.
"Go back with Opal, sprout. I'll be right behind you.", she said, her voice just above a whisper.
"Mama-"
"GO. BACK.", Catherine snapped.
Robyn flinched upon the tone his mother used. He was only a child but he was not blind. His father's dug up grave and empty coffin horrified him just as much as he could see it horrified his mother. He stared at her, hoping she'd turn her face to look at him but Catherine was like a lifeless statue. The only sign of movement was her shoulders and hands tensing and the the tears pricking at her eyes.
Opal began pulling at Robyn's loose strand of hair to get him to move away from this view of horror.
He obliged but only hesitantly. He didn't want to leave his mother's side. Not in a moment like this. He hated seeing Mama sad and in pain. Not that Catherine let Robyn see her vulnerable side often. She puts on smiles for him and hopes he will not notice how broken she actually is. But Robyn knew. He knew Mama was just playing a game of pretend but he didn't want her to continue it. He didn't want her to bury her emotions in front of him, yet he couldn't let her know that.
"Opal, wait!", he called out for the dove, "we can't go too far ahead."
Robyn turns to look at his mother, who still stood at the same place in front of the grave.
"We should wait for Mama."
Catherine's legs couldn't hold her any longer at this point. She broke down to the soil and let her emotions flow. She yelped in the agony of having lost Caleb a second time. Tears streamed down her face as her thoughts raced. She had finally learned to live with her beloved gone and she had finally moved on. The stinging pain she used to feel when thinking of Caleb and the imagery of his final moments had been something she healed from. Now that healing progress was crumbled into nothing. The terrible pain and heartache, the pictures.... everything was back.
Catherine clenched the grass beneath her in anger as she realized just who is responsible for her misery.
There was no other person who possibly would have a motive. No other person would ruin and take away a place so sacred to her AND to Robyn...
Robyn...
This place was the only place he felt close to his father. It was the only place where he felt a connection to Caleb.
The fact that it was taken from him, for most probably selfish reasons, only made her angrier.
She wasn't one to curse people...
She gazed up at the tilted tombstone with her husband's name on it...
She wasn't one to curse people but this was the last straw.
Philip would pay for this. Whether he could or not. He will.
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