Challenge 35: Weekly Quick Fic 11
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eaemiliaTitle: Home
Prompt: “Nowhere left to turn,” if anyone asks…
Bonus? Y
Word Count: 215
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any) none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Maternity was never her mother’s strong suit.
“Mother,” Aoife says. She isn’t sure what else to say to her mother, so she stays silent. Her mother had never been fond of unnecessary chatter anyway.
“Aoife, so you’ve finally returned home to me.” Her mother’s gaze is as strong as it was five years ago, ripping away any sort of armor that Aoife had thought to wrap herself in. “Did you finally realize that your life was meaningless unless you were here?”
Her mother’s words are particularly sharp. It rankles Aoife to have her mother make it seem like she is the one crawling back when she was the one who had sent Scáthach to come and get her from the east. But she had never been a motherly one, and even with her middle daughter dying, she would hardly afford to look weak.
The only time that Aoife can ever remember her mother being even remotely maternal was when she taught her how to mix poisons.
But Scáthach had warned her that their mother had not changed, so all Aoife says is, “Yes, mother, I have realized the error of my ways and would like to regain my place in your home.”
Her mother smiles ever so slightly and says, “Of course my daughter, I could hardly refuse you, now could I?”
Prompt: “Nowhere left to turn,” if anyone asks…
Bonus? Y
Word Count: 215
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any) none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Maternity was never her mother’s strong suit.
“Mother,” Aoife says. She isn’t sure what else to say to her mother, so she stays silent. Her mother had never been fond of unnecessary chatter anyway.
“Aoife, so you’ve finally returned home to me.” Her mother’s gaze is as strong as it was five years ago, ripping away any sort of armor that Aoife had thought to wrap herself in. “Did you finally realize that your life was meaningless unless you were here?”
Her mother’s words are particularly sharp. It rankles Aoife to have her mother make it seem like she is the one crawling back when she was the one who had sent Scáthach to come and get her from the east. But she had never been a motherly one, and even with her middle daughter dying, she would hardly afford to look weak.
The only time that Aoife can ever remember her mother being even remotely maternal was when she taught her how to mix poisons.
But Scáthach had warned her that their mother had not changed, so all Aoife says is, “Yes, mother, I have realized the error of my ways and would like to regain my place in your home.”
Her mother smiles ever so slightly and says, “Of course my daughter, I could hardly refuse you, now could I?”