chosenbytheocean: (I cant leave you)
Moana ([personal profile] chosenbytheocean) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2017-08-01 01:20 pm

11 - Lost Heart [OPEN]

WHO: Moana
WHERE: 7I – Ocean
WHEN: August 3rd
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: None



Sad Thoughts & Losses

Small earthquakes had begun to tremble through the two villages but Moana didn't pay them any attention. She crossed the breach and made her way towards the ocean that rested on the other side, hoping to find a friend waiting for her.

She stood at the shore, her feet bare while the wind tugged softly at her grass skirts. There was so much that Moana wanted to ask the ocean but she couldn't find her voice. She knew that it wouldn't reply to her, she was too far from the home that she knew. Frustration rose in her chest and she kicked at the water, sending thick droplets into the air around her.

"Why aren't you here!?" She yelled at the water before falling to her hands and knees. Everything hit her at once: the loss of her friends, the loss of the heart and the constant reminder of her failure that hung like a beacon around her neck. Moana began to cry softly, her body shaking as the tears streamed freely down her cheeks.

"I need you." She whispered to the ocean, her voice soft as she begged for some way to escape the crushing defeat that weighed heavily on her shoulders.
king_in_the_north: (068)

[personal profile] king_in_the_north 2017-08-25 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Robb slid his arm around her shoulders with a slow sigh. "Truthfully, I don't know. It's a question I've asked myself many times." When his father had been killed, when Sansa had been held hostage, when Arya had seemed to disappear into thin air, when he believed Bran and Rickon to be slain... The list went on and on.

"I wish I had a better answer. All I know is to do the best I can for them while I'm able. Hard as it is to accept, the rest is out of my hands."
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[personal profile] king_in_the_north 2017-08-31 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"You needn't be strong all of the time," Robb quietly assured her, and reached a calloused hand up to gently brush away her tear. "You've been so strong, Moana. As strong as nearly anyone I know. Stronger, maybe, because most of them are very grim about it," he added with a smile, and then pressed a kiss to her dark hair, finding it warmed by the sun.

"It's all right to cry or be sad. It can be our secret if that's how you want it, hmm?"