- Messages
- 1,024
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Gay
- Wand
- Straight 12 Inch Flexible Ash Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 40
Sobbing quietly while curled up in the corner of his walk in closet had never fit into the image of Archie's idyllic life as a father and husband, raising two daughters while the love of his live traveled in chase of his dreams, but it had nevertheless manifested itself into the cracks of his reality in recent years. It was an underlying cloud of darkness, seeping beneath an image of what he once dreamed to be a perfect image of spring, a shadow underneath what was supposed to be waves of light filtering through trees and birdsong framing a scene of happiness. But instead of fluffy white clouds on a cerulean sky, his reality had churned to a circling of dark grey clouds in the distance, threatening an endless storm. Rather than blossoming flowers and basking in warm sunshine after a long winter Archie was given a cyclone, a hurricane to whether alone. Dash's daily tantrums, and the way she riled up her younger sister the menacing thunder to a stormy sky as he tried to find a calm in the middle of the chaos that was raising children.
There was only so much he could handle; only so much Archie could contain before his mask shattered and he found himself broken yet trying desperately to mend together the pieces for everyone else's sake. That afternoon was one instance of many, one in which Archie was left pleading to himself to calm down, to get himself together before Asher arrived home, to be the perfect parent and husband he wanted to be despite the evidence he was never truly good enough. He wiped what felt like an endless stream of tears from his face and reminded himself to breathe and that everything would be okay, if he calmed down, if he let the stress weighing his heart and shoulders fade away to something more obscure he could ignore. That would be enough for him to get through the day, if he willed himself to stop crying, he could get through the rest of the afternoon, could make dinner and maintain an image of the perfect home by the time Asher returned. It was an internal and desperate pleading to himself so he could get on with it, a pleading, like everything else, another reminder of what made him feel like an entire failure. Archie sniffled, hugging his knees to his chest and gently rocking back and forth as he tried to will his tears away.
There was only so much he could handle; only so much Archie could contain before his mask shattered and he found himself broken yet trying desperately to mend together the pieces for everyone else's sake. That afternoon was one instance of many, one in which Archie was left pleading to himself to calm down, to get himself together before Asher arrived home, to be the perfect parent and husband he wanted to be despite the evidence he was never truly good enough. He wiped what felt like an endless stream of tears from his face and reminded himself to breathe and that everything would be okay, if he calmed down, if he let the stress weighing his heart and shoulders fade away to something more obscure he could ignore. That would be enough for him to get through the day, if he willed himself to stop crying, he could get through the rest of the afternoon, could make dinner and maintain an image of the perfect home by the time Asher returned. It was an internal and desperate pleading to himself so he could get on with it, a pleading, like everything else, another reminder of what made him feel like an entire failure. Archie sniffled, hugging his knees to his chest and gently rocking back and forth as he tried to will his tears away.
