[centre][b][h1][color=ec008c]Myra[/color][/h1][/b]
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[b]interacting with[/b] Alexander [@Crono], Sombra [@Vicier]
[b]Location[/b]Callie Lenson’s Inn[/centre]

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Myra wanted to continue, wanted to continue to demand answers from her daughter, but Alexander’s words stopped her short. Myra had no doubt that Sombra would be skipping town again as soon as she could find a way. Myra wasn’t going to let her go so easily this time, nor did she doubt Alex would, but his tone… the way he said it… it tore Myra’s heart out. The anger was there, but… She turned away from her children, wishing for just a moment that they were young again, that they were just little kids she could pick up, and hug close to her. When had things changed? Would they ever go back to those times? They’d been the only happy thing she had remaining from her rather rebellious, brief though it was, childhood. As from her siblings. But Damien was gone in the wind, and Zoe… Zoe lived a different life to her. 

Her children… 

Right then she wanted to knock their heads together and force them to talk, to get along and to let her in their lives. It was all she wanted. She looked to them, wishing things were different. And then Sombra replied to Alexander. Anger, and more than a fair amount of hurt stabbed her in the chest. Sombra had gotten married? The mere thought of it, the mere thought that she had missed her little girl’s wedding… It was more than she could handle, and she closed her eyes tightly. 

Her little girl had gotten married, and she hadn’t been there to see it. 

Myra knew they had had more than their share of problems in their relationship, but she never thought that Sombra would get married without her at least there. That was something Myra would regret every day of her life, that she hadn’t been there for Sombra, on such a day. It didn’t matter if it had just been a wedding at a courthouse… Myra hadn’t been there. She’d pushed Sombra so far away that Sombra hadn’t wanted her in her life, hadn’t wanted her to be apart of that. 

She felt like her heart was being ripped from her chest. She’d never get Sombra back. It hadn’t occurred to her that by husband, she meant James. Right then, it didn’t matter to Myra. What mattered was that… she felt like no matter what she did, she’d never get Sombra back in her life. She was gone, no matter if she was there or not. She’d done something that Sombra had taken badly, so badly that she hadn’t wanted her in such an important life event. And she didn’t know what. 

Not meeting either of her children’s gazes, not wanting them to see the tears in her eyes, Myra looked aware but their faces. Her gaze landed on Sombra’s bloodied palms, her mind taking a moment to register the claws. Fear and worry was added to the emotional rollercoaster Myra found herself on, and even more anger. [i]Why[/i] hadn’t she been told? Because she was damn sure that Zoe knew about this. Her gaze flickered to Alexander, making sure he hadn’t seen anything. Her heart beating fast. It didn’t matter, not then, that she was immensely hurt. She would still do anything she could to protect her children. They were her children, to the day she died, and if she could figure out a way to protect them from the grave, she would. 

Her gaze met Sombra’s, but it seemed like Sombra wasn’t over dropping bombs, her last words ringing through Myra’s mind, and her abused heart simply wanted to run away screaming. [i]...Our Family…[/i]. Either Sombra was pregnant, or her and-ugh- James, were planning on having a baby soon. 

Myra would be damned if she was cut out from her grand childs life. 

[color=ec008c]“... Please tell me…. ”[/color] She asked softly, everything else forgotten right then, wanting to know if she was going to be a grandmother. [color=ec008c]“... Are you pregnant… ?”[/color] She wanted to go over to Sombra, to hug her and tell her everything would be alright, but she had no idea how Sombra would take it. And that hurt too, knowing she couldn’t comfort her daughter in anyway. [color=ec008c]“You are home, Sombra”[/color] She said just as softly, [color=ec008c]“I love you, and nothing will ever change that”[/color] all she wanted right then, was just a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t going to lose her girl again.