Basia's tale
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,023
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Half
He had dreamt of blood and steel. Sometimes it happened that the poor souls who had gotten in his way came back to haunt him. Besides those, there were the cries of his son which continued even after he woke up. That young god, crippled by such a terrible illness. Perhaps he should have listened to the midwife who told him to kill the other half. He was too ecstatic on having a healthy son to listen to such nonsense. So he killed the midwife instead. His wife died in blood loss later, probably because he hadn't allowed the midwife to live long enough to patch her up. Maybe the son needed a mother. Would it be too late to get him one? Regos knew it would be easy to get some older lady to take care of his lovely son; he would simply have to send the woman away for the nights.
Yes, a mother. Don't we all need one? Regos looked to the wall from where a stern lady was eyeing down. Unlike other paintings, this didn't seem follow you with its gaze. The eyes were determined and set on one place only, your very soul. Regos was surprised to feel her eyes could still find his. He then decided it's time to redecorate.
Basia lay at the bottom of the pond, staring at the sky through the mass of light brown water. She opened her mouth to scream. After running out of air she returned to the surface and was surprised to notice goose bumps on her skin. She looked around to make sure no one was around and then went to the oak to fetch her clothes. She wished she had brought a towel when the wet tunic glued on her skin. She had never learned to estimate time from the sun but it was probably late afternoon and Silas would soon make tea. She would hate to miss that.
Morning might have been chilly but afternoon was one of those rare blessings one got this late in autumn. If Silas wasn't so set on his ways he would have made lemonade and served it outside. Basia showed up just in time and seemed content on having gunpowder brew. She wrapped herself in his thick cloak and sat on the smaller chair. Nikolaus rarely had time to come for tea nowadays, so the tea time was spent in companionable silence. Silas wasn't one to talk much and Basia didn't have anything interesting to say so she stayed quiet. Silas stood up to add more wood on the fireplace when he noticed Basia shiver. He had been happy with his little cabin for the way it had been for past seventeen years but it wasn't cozy for someone used to the luxury of the tower. The furniture of his dwelling was simple and the window frames weren't completely windproof. Nikolaus had suggested many times that Silas should move in the tower, but he was very fond of his own space.
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Yes, a mother. Don't we all need one? Regos looked to the wall from where a stern lady was eyeing down. Unlike other paintings, this didn't seem follow you with its gaze. The eyes were determined and set on one place only, your very soul. Regos was surprised to feel her eyes could still find his. He then decided it's time to redecorate.
Basia lay at the bottom of the pond, staring at the sky through the mass of light brown water. She opened her mouth to scream. After running out of air she returned to the surface and was surprised to notice goose bumps on her skin. She looked around to make sure no one was around and then went to the oak to fetch her clothes. She wished she had brought a towel when the wet tunic glued on her skin. She had never learned to estimate time from the sun but it was probably late afternoon and Silas would soon make tea. She would hate to miss that.
Morning might have been chilly but afternoon was one of those rare blessings one got this late in autumn. If Silas wasn't so set on his ways he would have made lemonade and served it outside. Basia showed up just in time and seemed content on having gunpowder brew. She wrapped herself in his thick cloak and sat on the smaller chair. Nikolaus rarely had time to come for tea nowadays, so the tea time was spent in companionable silence. Silas wasn't one to talk much and Basia didn't have anything interesting to say so she stayed quiet. Silas stood up to add more wood on the fireplace when he noticed Basia shiver. He had been happy with his little cabin for the way it had been for past seventeen years but it wasn't cozy for someone used to the luxury of the tower. The furniture of his dwelling was simple and the window frames weren't completely windproof. Nikolaus had suggested many times that Silas should move in the tower, but he was very fond of his own space.
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Parts missing. Feel free to ask questions.