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Dove Grey 5: Hurt
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Hurt
Timeline: 1140 AW
Colors: Dove Grey #5: For some moments in life there are no words.
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 363
Summary: Artist Aishe Moreau returns to the home she shares with her husband and children and finds something terrible waiting for her.
Rating: PG-13/Light R
Warnings: Death. Blood is briefly described. Children are vaguely present during this scene.
Notes: Aishe was formerly Augusto's student and she has appeared in a few pieces I have posted before. She's in her 30s here.
“I wonder what Papa is doing,” Alena asked as they walked down the pavement to the townhouse where the family resided.
“He told me he was working on a painting for the King,” Aishe said hitching her young son, Abir, on her hip. The child shifted but did not awake.
Alena ran the rest of the way. She threw the door open and ran inside.
Aishe smiled as she followed her daughter in. The house was quiet which was quite unusual. She looked around.
“I’m going to go play with my dolls,” Alena said. She didn’t wait for her mother to answer before running up the stairs to her bedroom.
Aishe sighed. She turned in the direction of her husband’s studio.
She kissed Abir’s head as she made her way. When she arrived the door was shut. Augusto worked in complete silence.
She knocked on the door. There was no answer.
“Augusto? We’re home. I got the ingredients for dinner. We’ll be making your favorite meal tonight.”
He didn’t answer.
“Augusto, are you there?”
Aishe turned the knob and walked in. Augusto was hunched over his table. He was probably studying his sketches.
“Augusto,” she said touching his shoulder.
He didn’t respond.
“Augusto?” She said shaking him.
He moved as she shook him, but otherwise didn’t respond. Aishe pulled the chair back.
She screamed.
“Augusto!”
He was bleeding. A dagger was stuck in his chest.
“Augusto!”
Abir awakened in her arms but she didn’t realize this. All she could see was Augusto.
“Augusto, wake up!”
She pulled the dagger out of his chest. Blood spurted as she did.
“What happened? Augusto please tell me!”
He didn’t respond.
“Daya!” Alena’s voice traveled from upstairs.
“Stay up there!” Aishe said snapping to her senses.
“What’s wrong? Why are you screaming?”
“I…,” Aishe fumbled for words. “I saw a rat!”
Alena giggled. “Silly Daya.”
Aishe turned on her heels and left the room. Abir sniffled in his mother’s arms.
This can’t be happening. Aishe thought to herself. Augusto couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t. Why was he dead? Why?
“Papa,” Abir cooed.
Aishe held her son to her. She didn’t know what was happening or why.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Hurt
Timeline: 1140 AW
Colors: Dove Grey #5: For some moments in life there are no words.
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 363
Summary: Artist Aishe Moreau returns to the home she shares with her husband and children and finds something terrible waiting for her.
Rating: PG-13/Light R
Warnings: Death. Blood is briefly described. Children are vaguely present during this scene.
Notes: Aishe was formerly Augusto's student and she has appeared in a few pieces I have posted before. She's in her 30s here.
“I wonder what Papa is doing,” Alena asked as they walked down the pavement to the townhouse where the family resided.
“He told me he was working on a painting for the King,” Aishe said hitching her young son, Abir, on her hip. The child shifted but did not awake.
Alena ran the rest of the way. She threw the door open and ran inside.
Aishe smiled as she followed her daughter in. The house was quiet which was quite unusual. She looked around.
“I’m going to go play with my dolls,” Alena said. She didn’t wait for her mother to answer before running up the stairs to her bedroom.
Aishe sighed. She turned in the direction of her husband’s studio.
She kissed Abir’s head as she made her way. When she arrived the door was shut. Augusto worked in complete silence.
She knocked on the door. There was no answer.
“Augusto? We’re home. I got the ingredients for dinner. We’ll be making your favorite meal tonight.”
He didn’t answer.
“Augusto, are you there?”
Aishe turned the knob and walked in. Augusto was hunched over his table. He was probably studying his sketches.
“Augusto,” she said touching his shoulder.
He didn’t respond.
“Augusto?” She said shaking him.
He moved as she shook him, but otherwise didn’t respond. Aishe pulled the chair back.
She screamed.
“Augusto!”
He was bleeding. A dagger was stuck in his chest.
“Augusto!”
Abir awakened in her arms but she didn’t realize this. All she could see was Augusto.
“Augusto, wake up!”
She pulled the dagger out of his chest. Blood spurted as she did.
“What happened? Augusto please tell me!”
He didn’t respond.
“Daya!” Alena’s voice traveled from upstairs.
“Stay up there!” Aishe said snapping to her senses.
“What’s wrong? Why are you screaming?”
“I…,” Aishe fumbled for words. “I saw a rat!”
Alena giggled. “Silly Daya.”
Aishe turned on her heels and left the room. Abir sniffled in his mother’s arms.
This can’t be happening. Aishe thought to herself. Augusto couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t. Why was he dead? Why?
“Papa,” Abir cooed.
Aishe held her son to her. She didn’t know what was happening or why.
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