Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2016 15:42:42 GMT -5
She slithered down to the floor and he watched her, not moving towards her and not entirely sure what to do about her lack of strength to remain standing. He wet his lips, running his damp tongue along the dry of his mouth and tried to concentrate on something other than how uneasy she was making him feel. It wasn’t like she was doing anything bad, or doing anything that made him feel particularly threatened but there was something ethereal about her gaze that did not settle well in his stomach.
Shifting his weight, from foot to foot, he reached to fuss with the beads on his wrist. His fingers touching to marked skin and remembering their absence… a fond flicker filtered momentarily, before becoming passive once more.
Reaching up the very same hand, he touched his hair consciously teasing the tendrils into some sort of order as he waited for her to make whatever decisions she needed too. He had no interest in leaving until he found answer to his question. It was clear to him that something unspoken was happening, and he had wish to find it out.
That feeling quickly dissipated with her words.
Horror flashed through his eyes, and his mouth hung open in a sudden burst of anger. ”No.” He said, determination in his grief-affected voice. The wound was unhealed, the tears still freshly fallen. He was unwell with sorrow and heartache with his mother’s recent passing. But there was no logical explanation for the words that came from his lips in hearing this news; ”Tell her to go away- if you can see her and she can say these lies to you, tell her to be gone.”
And a part of him hated her for dying.
His jaw clenched together, as he desperately tried to quell the sudden anger – the stage of grief that he was beginning his journey into. Denial and anger, he sought isolation from his family and those he loved and now he was carrying himself through the first to waves of pain. Rationally he knew not to blame his mother, or his family, but his grief was not rational and the boy was wounded by his loss. Her weakness had cost him. How was that far? And now what? She followed him about as if haunting the remainder of his life without her?
Rationality was not his friend in those moments, or he would have likely questioned the girl too. Demanding proof for her accusations. But for now such thoughts did not make ground in his mind.
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@soanaia
You saw what Jenna said, so take liberties. Little ones, of course. Bit of freedom in what she tells you, I can just pass it on to the rest as necessary!
Shifting his weight, from foot to foot, he reached to fuss with the beads on his wrist. His fingers touching to marked skin and remembering their absence… a fond flicker filtered momentarily, before becoming passive once more.
Reaching up the very same hand, he touched his hair consciously teasing the tendrils into some sort of order as he waited for her to make whatever decisions she needed too. He had no interest in leaving until he found answer to his question. It was clear to him that something unspoken was happening, and he had wish to find it out.
That feeling quickly dissipated with her words.
Horror flashed through his eyes, and his mouth hung open in a sudden burst of anger. ”No.” He said, determination in his grief-affected voice. The wound was unhealed, the tears still freshly fallen. He was unwell with sorrow and heartache with his mother’s recent passing. But there was no logical explanation for the words that came from his lips in hearing this news; ”Tell her to go away- if you can see her and she can say these lies to you, tell her to be gone.”
And a part of him hated her for dying.
His jaw clenched together, as he desperately tried to quell the sudden anger – the stage of grief that he was beginning his journey into. Denial and anger, he sought isolation from his family and those he loved and now he was carrying himself through the first to waves of pain. Rationally he knew not to blame his mother, or his family, but his grief was not rational and the boy was wounded by his loss. Her weakness had cost him. How was that far? And now what? She followed him about as if haunting the remainder of his life without her?
Rationality was not his friend in those moments, or he would have likely questioned the girl too. Demanding proof for her accusations. But for now such thoughts did not make ground in his mind.
~~
@soanaia
You saw what Jenna said, so take liberties. Little ones, of course. Bit of freedom in what she tells you, I can just pass it on to the rest as necessary!