DemureGirl

Ralis staggered back home, relieved when he saw the worn wooden door of his home. He entered the small, three roomed house and roughly closed the door. He leaned back against it, resting his head on the unyielding wood. He brought the back of his hand up to wipe the blood from his face and instantly wished he hadn’t when pain shot through his nose. Broken, for sure. “Nevera?” a feeble voice called out. Ralis sighed heavily. He was used to this. At time it had infuriated him how his father always expected his mother to waltz back into their lives the way she had waltz out. How comforting to have that much hope. But these days Ralis let the old man have his hope. He didn’t have much else. “No, father. It’s just me.” “Ralis…” the voice was filled with a joy that was also familiar. Much like how Indahlis always expected Nevera to return, he also expressed a ridiculous amount of joy when Ralis did. As though the young mer had been gone for years. As though they didn’t live in the same house