Hemlock
Friday, August 8, 2008
One thing I have a true knack for is brewing tea, and knowing just the right blend of chamomille and rose hips.. among a pinch of this and that to cure whatever ailment needs curing. In this, I purposely awaited until my Alexandra complained of an abdominal cramp, a hitch down in her lower belly circumventing her time of the month. I waited. Yes, until she came to me and asked for a good tea to soothe her ache away.
She reclined against me with her head laid to my chest while she sipped at her tea. And oh so slowly she began to succumb to its relaxing effects, until every last muscle down to her fingers and toes had become entirely paralyzed.I could see the terror in her eyes, though she was unable to blink them at all. Unable to cry out her confusion, even though I did my best to allay her fears by combing my fingers through her hair and whispering to her.
"You must forgive me, my darling wife. I had no choice. Really, I didn't."
For an hour I aided her breathing with a hollow tube I had pushed partway down her throat, imparting my own breath to her every thirty seconds or so.. long enough to complete the ritual before my poor wife was allowed to pass away. Before I gave her one last kiss goodbye.
Only moments before the effects of Poisonous Hemlock wore out of her system, I ceased to share my own breath with her. I watched her slowly vanish away inside her own eyes. She died staring into mine.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
