Chapter 10 : Night
The fading light of the waning evening found Anton sitting up against the headboard of his bed with his arms wrapped reassuringly around a sobbing Kianna's slender frame. After curling herself up in his lap, the devastated dark elf had hidden her face as she cried softly into Anton's chest.
Having recounted her life's story to her daughters, Olivia had taken her leave earlier in the afternoon.
And having been left alone at the table, Fiona and Kianna had sat silent and motionless for some time as they both seemed to be digesting everything that they had just been told.
Unsure of exactly how he should approach them, Anton had came into the kitchen after seeing Olivia off, and quietly sat down across from the unresponsive dark elves.
"...Girls, I'm so sorry." he had said softly "Truly, I am..."
Saying nothing, the two dark elves remained still as they left their unfocused eyes to stare at the table in front of them.
After nearly another hour of silence Fiona finally looked up at Anton.
"Yeah... I'm tired." she muttered in an emotionless tone "I'm gonna go lay down, I'll see you guys later..."
"...Alright." nodded Anton "...Just let us know if you need anything."
Nodding absently, Fiona rose from her chair and left the room.
Watching her go, Anton turned back to Kianna and found her gazing at her sister as well.
"...Kianna?" he said softly "...Are you alright?"
Slowly shifting her eyes to him, Kianna stared silently for a moment before finally speaking.
"...No." she whispered.
Her face twisting in anguish, Kianna dropped her head into her hands as she tried to hide the tears that were quickly forming in her eyes. Despite her efforts to keep her emotions in check, a garbled cry soon escaped from her as her body was rocked by a heavy sob.
With her eyes hidden, Kianna never actually saw Anton rise from his seat and approach her side. But as she felt his arms wrap around her in a familiar, comforting embrace she immediately leaned into him, let loose a grateful whimper and began to cry in earnest.
Lost in her sorrows, the dark elf had barely even registered that anything was happening when Anton had lifted her up from her seat and carried her to their room, where they remained for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening.
As the night began to grow later, both Anton and Kianna were surprised when the double doors of the master bedroom were suddenly thrown open wide.
"I am not a piece of shit!" declared Fiona as she burst into the room.
Shocked into silence by her sister's appearance, Kianna whipped her head around and blinked at her.
"It doesn't matter if both my parents were garbage!" continued Fiona as she began to pace back and forth "It doesn't matter if they were rapists! And if they wanted to kill me! It doesn't matter if they never loved me! Or ever, even wanted me at all... It doesn't matter if they were shit! It doesn't matter!"
Working herself up into a frenzy, Fiona would turn and point at Anton and Kianna as she made each of her points.
"It doesn't matter where I came from! Or why I was born! It doesn't matter if I was just a tool!" she exclaimed as she kept pacing and pointing "It doesn't matter which one he was! They were all shit! But I'm not! Just cause they were shit doesn't mean that I was born shit! I'm not shit! I'm not! They're shit! But I'm not!"
Stopping just in front of Anton and her sister, Fiona turned to fully faced them both.
"It doesn't matter. None of it matters. I am not shit." she declared in a soft tone as she clearly worked to convince herself of the truth of these statements, as well as her audience.
As the three of them stared at each other in silence, a heavy fatigue could clearly be seen forming in Fiona's eyes.
"...I, I got to go!" exclaimed the dark elf as her voice began to crack.
Twirling around in hast, Fiona's foot got caught on her other ankle and thus her attempt to leave the room as quickly as she could resulted in her tripping over her own feet and toppling to the ground.
Finding herself on the floor now, Fiona laid still for a moment before her pride fully broke and she curled herself up into the fetal position and began to softly cry.
Everything seemed to go still as her quiet whimpers filled the room.
"...No! Quit it!" whined Fiona as she felt a pair of arms begin to wrap themselves around her "Don't touch me!"
Ignoring her protests, Anton lifted her quivering form up as gently as he could.
"...I'm not a piece of shit!" waled Fiona as she kept her eyes closed while being carried across the room.
"No, you're not." said Anton softly "You're a strong, beautiful and very special woman. And you need to always remember that. No matter what..."
"...Shut up!" sobbed Fiona as she pressed the side of her head against his shoulder "...I hate you!"
"Yes, I know you do..." said Anton as he carefully set her down on the bed.
Fiona sobbed loudly as she was immediately embraced by her sister the moment she was laid on the bed.
Clinging to each other, the two sobbing dark elves pressed their foreheads together and began to gibber incomprehensibly.
They each whimpered gratefully as from behind Kianna, Anton's arms wrapped themselves around them both and flooded them with a warm and comforting essence.
It was late into the night that the dark elves quietly cried, as all the while Anton worked to gently rock them to sleep.
Waking up that next morning, Anton had risen up to one elbow and found both of the dark elves looking up at him with their ears laid back submissively and their large eyes bloodshot with fatigue. Still in each others arms, they stared at him with a heartfelt but silent and aimless expectancy.
Smiling softly back at them, Anton had gently and wordlessly prompted both of the dark elves out of the bed and into the bathroom.
Following his lead without any resistance whatsoever, both Kianna and Fiona had allowed themselves to be undressed and then ushered into the shower where Anton would position them about as he helped them to get clean.
The only sounds that ever came from them were the quiet, grateful whimpers that Kianna made as Anton held her to his chest while he took a soft cloth and began to gently but thoroughly clean her long, twitching ears.
When it came time for her turn, Fiona's subdued expression made it clear that she wasn't quite as happy with getting such attention as her sister was. But she said nothing and offered no fight as Anton had her stand in front of him and hold still.
Though he didn't acknowledge it at the time, Anton was still keenly aware of what it meant for Fiona to willingly allow him to touch her ears in this way.
She was trusting him.
And while Anton knew that there was none of the romantic undercurrents that often accompanied this type of trust, Fiona was still trusting him in what was for her a very real way. And registering this, he couldn't help but to feel a grateful warmth begin to swell in his chest.
Once cleaned, dried and redressed, Anton led the dark elves downstairs and tried to make them a warm meal but he had to stop and bring them back upstairs when they both slipped into another crying session that lasted for the rest of the day and back into the night.
This pattern continued for the next three days.
During this time neither Kianna nor Fiona would hardly ever willingly leave Anton's side, as he cared for and comforted them. Eating little, if at all, the depressed, brooding dark elves had spent these days huddled in bed or sitting together outside with Anton while quietly taking in a bit of much needed sunlight.
There had barely been a single actual word ever spoken between any of the three of them throughout this time, as the mere presence of each other was enough satisfaction in of itself.
For their parts, Mica and Tessa kept their distance from the forlorn group, and instead focused on their own matters, such as Mica's training routines, and more or less fended for themselves during meal times.
Anton did work to provide for them as well by going out and getting take-out meals whenever he had the chance to slip away from the sporadically sleeping dark elves. And it was during these moments that he would also go and check in on Earlivi, who, thankfully, was beginning to heal much faster with each infusions of living mana.
It was during the return from one of these food gathering trips that Anton came back to find Fiona awake and sitting alone on the couch in Tessa's front room.
"Oh... Hey there..." said Anton softly as he came into the room and stood in front of her.
"...Hi." said Fiona as she gazed up at him.
"It's good to see you up and about..." said Anton as he took stock of the dark elf's clearly improved condition "How are you feeling?"
"...I'm, okay." said Fiona after a second of silence "I think... Yeah... I'm okay. I'm... I'm good..."
Staring at each other, a thin smile slowly formed on both Anton and Fiona's faces.
"Good, this is good." said Anton with a nod "Just, take it slow though, alright..."
"Yeah... Yeah, I am..." said Fiona as she looked away from him "Hey... Thanks, by the way... For... You know... For everything..."
"Of course..." nodded Anton "Remember, I'm still right here. If you ever need anything..."