“Well, here they are. Aleksi and Rosamund DuMarr.” The pair stood solemnly in front of the two white markers that had been driven into the rocky soil. The breeze was lighter than usual, Calathea had said, but it still whipped their hair around them, carrying loose strands out to the bay below. She shivered next to her red-haired companion, and he instinctively wrapped an arm around her. “I must admit,” G'raha murmured as she rested her head on his shoulder, “I was surprised by this invitation to visit their graves. You hardly ever spoke of them before.” Calathea shrugged, her eyes not leaving the stones. “Well, they're hard to talk about. I know it's been over a decade since they died, but… the way they both died makes it hard. …That, and the lack of time, what with all o’ the world-savin’ I was expected to do,” she said with a smirk. One that doesn't reach her eyes, he thought. G'raha gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Well, I won't force you to speak on darker times. Certainly not when we have news to share with them.” He nuzzled her gently, burying a kiss within her hair, offering what strength and comfort he could. “Go on, love. Tell them.” An arm slowly snaked itself around his waist. “Alright. Will you come with me?” “Of course. As your new spouse, it would be my honor.”
A little something I whipped up for Day 1 of #WoLGrahaWeek2025. It's not the best (because I threw it together in under 30 minutes), but it's something!
In which Calathea introduces G'raha to her parents.
#CalRaha #HeartlessWIPs
