PAPÀ È A CASA / VISITOR, JACOB NEEDED

[no more]

the lamb with hidden fangs

Aita lacked something which drove them to learn more of their origins, little more than a fling given no thought, the very concept of family holding little meaning beyond a select few. And yet a rift had already begun to form there, differences all too large for the connection of blood to hold them to any one person, breaking apart until they held only a faint idea of what family was.

To consider Jacob family was a stretch, though he held their father's heart and seemed caring little about him worked with the child, jagged edges unwelcoming to his softer ones, but each time they pushed back he seemed to always be there, a rock they so desperately needed. Given time he might become something more to them than a mere acquaintance, the presence of the stuffed polar bear within their chosen sleeping spot enough to show that, but for now he was little to them.

A familiar voice is what drew the bengal's attention, even after a single interaction is was enough to kindle a curiosity for she seemed strangely familiar, something about her lingering in their mind, drawing from them a desire to learn more. There was little for one in their position to do, much too young to be of an assistance and yet too old to be left cooped up somewhere out of the way, and so their attention turned towards Goldie, pace rather languid as they approached. The appearance of the rather monstrous dragon gave them pause, having yet to run into any such mythical creatures Aita had only a faint idea of how to go about things where they were concerned, the lack of hostility only made them the more curious.

Stopping by Lucifer they could not help the infrequent little glances they cast up at him, questions burning upon their tongue they barely held in, teeth grinding down upon the tip of their tongue. This was not their show to run and the stranger before the trio was what held the majority of their attention, a quizzical look crossing their features as they looked upon him.

© MADI