love | mother's day

[Ivan]

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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы

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Ivan was two weeks away from seeing his fifth moon, but he already was aware of how lucky he was in his family. It was almost a slap to his own face. He couldn't understand why he was so out of touch with other people and was constantly haunted by his mind. He shouldn't complain, he has the greatest family one could ever ask for. He knows this, because he's talked to Mercede and he sure is relieved that his father wasn't a war criminal who was burned to death shortly after his birth.

Not much escaped his large ears, that was how he found out that today was Mother's Day. Mother's Day? A jolt went through Ivan's system. He wasn't sure how to love, and he was afraid that one day he'd realize that he didn't love anyone or anybody. That it didn't exist. It was such a difficult thing to love. But Moth, well, he was beginning to have some hope. He decided that he could do something.

Ivan was no engineer. He was creative, but he had difficulty molding that into something real. He was young, so he didn't think that flower crowns were cliche. Ah yes, he was attempting to make a flower crown for his mother. The young cat thought it would make a good gift choice for his mother. He didn't know if his mother felt insecure about her missing ear, but Ivan thought he might give her something that would draw the attention away from what she was missing, and bring out her beauty.

God, what a sop I've turned out to be! He thought as he chose medium pink roses and sat for hours trying to weave them together. His pads were pricked with thorns, but he was so proud when he finished. The bird seemed to realize the importance of the thing and she kept a respectful distance from Ivan. She hopped to her feet when Ivan finished.

He trekked back to home, lingering at the porch. "Mama?" Still a child. He had his gift at his paws (tactfully covering up his scratches) and he was unable to make eye contact with anyone, feeling bashful but thought he just might burst into tears at any moment.

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; max-width: 500px; font-family: Times New Roman;font-size:10pt;text-align:justify;"]Moth was not the best at keeping track of time or dates. She hadn't known it had been Christmas until almost a month after the fact after all. She'd known when her birthday had been, knew when her kids birthday's were, and knew Selby's birthday. That was about it when it came to dates.

So when Ivan had come home and lingered at the porch with the flower crown at his paws, she thought it simply was just another day and that he had come to show her the thing he'd made - after all, as any mother would she enjoyed the crafts her children made. So when he called out her name, she came over, soft smile on her maw as she looked down at her son, then down at his paws. "That's so pretty Ivan!" She would speak out, ears pricked as she looked over her son.

//rushed oop

[wormwood.]

☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —

It wasn't exactly unusual to find Aurum lingering around his sister's home, just on a manner of principle. Ever since the disappearance of Winston, the proxy had found himself coming over even more often, if only to make sure that more faces were not disappearing from the family home. In addition to this, he had been keeping an eye on Moth, not eager to see his sister be any more harmed than she already had been. He was trying to hang back as much as possible, not wanting to be overbearing, but it was... difficult. Ever since Feza's death, Aurum had been horrified at the mere possibility of losing anyone else, especially someone he cared for as much as he cared for Moth. She seemed to have an uncanny ability to run into danger no matter what was going on, and that was hardly an ability that made for a pleasant experience as her older brother. However, Aurum was rarely the type to complain, so be tried to keep his anxieties to himself, just disguising his missions to make sure Moth was alright as warm, family visits. Which, to be quite honest, they also sort of doubled as anyways, since Aurum had never been the type to neglect family.

Speaking of family, the angel had very nearly forgotten that it was mother's day, despite being considered somewhat of a "mother" himself. Although his children never seemed very confused by his status as their parent despite his status as a cis male, he did find that most of them considered him to be a mother figure. Not only because he had given birth to them, but because of his warm, motherly nature. He hardly minded, never really caring much about gendered titles, so if any of his children wanted to give him anything, he would hardly refuse. Even though mother's day mattered little to him, he was glad to see that Moth was being given the recognition she deserved. He had been returning from a patrol with two especially plump mice in his jaws, looking to share a meal with Moth, when he spotted Ivan lingering outside, with a flower crown sat at his paws. Putting his mice down, Aurum looked between Moth and Ivan for a moment before he chuckled, muttering, "Very nice work, Ivan. That's a wonderful gift for your mother." Did Moth really not realize that was for her? Aurum supposed she had never been great at dates, but still.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

#psychosocial.