Page 69 of To Free a Soul
A time unknown, but one of truth
Sitting on the ledge he’d made for his comfort and convenience, Weldir glared at the viewing disc before him.
The two environments, his and the one in the disc, were remarkably similar. Both were bright with sunshine, both high in the air. Weldir was situated near his special cave – at the top of this mountain. He’d carved this flat area before his cave entrance out of wanting a place to have his thoughts. To sit, like he wasn’t just a floating conscience.
Forests, hills, and meadows lay before both of them.
The longer Lindiwe flew, the more Weldir’s mood soured – when it was quite disgruntled to begin with.
Rather than having to spend even a moment in my presence, she chooses to fly across the world.Wasting time – she had plenty of it – and wasting energy, although she was a strong female.This vexes me deeply.
Orpheus was impossible to be near due to his volatile emotions. If Lindiwe approached him, he’d attack to protect his home from her, while refusing to enter it himself. He was...inconsolable. He didn’t know how to be, how to exist, nor did he know how to regulate his emotions, ease his thoughts, and grieve properly.
All of Lindiwe’s attempts to help had done more harm than good.
So she moved on, as she didn’t wish to torture him.
And rather than asking for Weldir’s aid, she fucking flew across the ocean again! This time, she found herself in Eyropea, and she’d been visiting their offspring on her own.
He hadn’t realised how much he valued those fleeting moments with her until she no longer required them. She’d found her own independence, and that annoyed him.
Only because it was done spitefully.
With his legs crossed, he placed his elbow on his knee and rested his jaw on his fist.Her anger is always stubbornly enduring.He didn’t think he’d done anything particularly wrong.
I told her the truth. It’s not my fault she misunderstood.
He was a god. She should have known he was outside the realm of reality.
Now she’s stolen my fun from me.Along with her very presence.
Granted, much had happened since then, and it actually hadn’t been all that long. What was it? Two months since she’d demanded to leave his realm?
He tried to recount how many sun cycles he’d witnessed, but he’d probably missed a few.
Even after all this time, I don’t understand her.
He wanted to. Fuck, he wastryingto, but she made it needlessly difficult. When she was upset, she wanted to be left alone, and wouldn’t speak with him until she was ready.
Is this her way of punishing me?Weldir pondered that thought and then disregarded it.Lindiwe isn’t that kind of person.
She was a solitary creature, something crafted by their bond. He’d inadvertently made her this way.No. She is merely upset and is trying to handle it.
In the same way she moved through grief and loss. She’d leaned on him momentarily in Nathair’s death and then had receded into herself. Simply to heal her own heart through time and space, through distractions.
Did any of that matter to how Weldir was feeling? No. He grew more annoyed with each day heshouldn’tbe able to feel the moving stretch of. He should be outside of time, and yet he was dwindling in it.
When she finally landed and turned into a human, Weldir tried, once again, to shorten the mental distance between them.
“Lindiwe, are you ready to discuss what–” Before he could finish, she darted her head to the side dismissively and approached the haunted one she’d seen.
Weldir’s mist pulled and pushed away from him in anger, like he’d seen her breaths sawing in and out of her expanding and collapsing chest. His realm rumbled, his emotions so strong they caused an earthquake to tremble through it.
I tire of waiting!His mind roared.I tire of these human games. Of her ire!Of her not giving him exactly what he craved: her desire.
He’d already waited for it, and just as he’d gotten it, in the midst of watching her ride him no less, she’d fucking stolen it. The only thing he’d found since the moment he’d been born thatenthralledhim.
Weldir looked down at his arms to see that all the souls he’d collected, and the many she and their offspring had brought him, had increased what was visible. Over a third of him existed,to the point that he was aware his hands to his forearms, his feet to his calves, and his head to the top of his chest, were all visible.
