11-04-2018, 06:27 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Love was likewise not something that Myliu thought often of. There really wasn't a lot of room for anything but survival inside of the man's head, urging him to continue living as he had been. He didn't know what love was; he didn't even know the word. It was too soft and gentle a feeling for him to bother with, however. Myliu didn't recall ever feeling anything like that long enough for it to make a difference.
He supposed he loved his mother, way back when, although that was more common sense than feeling. He didn't remember his mother, not like most people did. She was nothing more than a face, screaming at him to run. As tave Myliu. I love you.
How ironic that he had grow up not knowing what his name even meant, and that it was not a name but the last broken mantra his mother spoke.
But Myliu wouldn't mourn things he never understood. He wouldn't mourn the love he never had, he wouldn't mourn the dead at his feet. He would live, he would be, and then he would not be. There were too many feelings to understand with everything else, and the man already had enough on his plate as it was. Like his return.
Another face appeared, getting closer every second. He turned a wary eye towards the silhouette, a soft chuff leaving his throat, a subtle hint that gave away his mounting discomfort. Crowds were still high up on the list of things Myliu didn't like, and although this was still far from a crowd, it was starting to become bigger, and inevitably would become big enough to be a threat. His gaze flickered from Gabriel, to Agathe, to the newest stranger in rapid succession, before returning to Gabriel with a silent plea. Then, when Lou was close enough, Myliu's violet eyes settled back on him, ears and body occasionally twitching as it begged to flee the scene.
There were too many words being thrown at him that he didn't understand, each of them grating against his nerves more so than the last. Myliu didn't like those who were too talkative, the headaches that plagued him coming back a thousandfold when people thought it'd be easy to hold a conversation with the maladapted adult. He didn't know anything beyond his name, everything else too fast and too complicated to pick out individually. He couldn't help but press his lips back into the faintest semblance of a snarl, violet eyes flashing a warning at Lou before flickering back to Gabriel, a hidden plea beneath them. A few seconds passed, then with a soft, low whine starting deep in Myliu's throat, he murmured the only word he could at the moment, obviously directed at Gabriel due to his body all but leaning towards the older man. "Help."
// no its not im love you
He supposed he loved his mother, way back when, although that was more common sense than feeling. He didn't remember his mother, not like most people did. She was nothing more than a face, screaming at him to run. As tave Myliu. I love you.
How ironic that he had grow up not knowing what his name even meant, and that it was not a name but the last broken mantra his mother spoke.
But Myliu wouldn't mourn things he never understood. He wouldn't mourn the love he never had, he wouldn't mourn the dead at his feet. He would live, he would be, and then he would not be. There were too many feelings to understand with everything else, and the man already had enough on his plate as it was. Like his return.
Another face appeared, getting closer every second. He turned a wary eye towards the silhouette, a soft chuff leaving his throat, a subtle hint that gave away his mounting discomfort. Crowds were still high up on the list of things Myliu didn't like, and although this was still far from a crowd, it was starting to become bigger, and inevitably would become big enough to be a threat. His gaze flickered from Gabriel, to Agathe, to the newest stranger in rapid succession, before returning to Gabriel with a silent plea. Then, when Lou was close enough, Myliu's violet eyes settled back on him, ears and body occasionally twitching as it begged to flee the scene.
There were too many words being thrown at him that he didn't understand, each of them grating against his nerves more so than the last. Myliu didn't like those who were too talkative, the headaches that plagued him coming back a thousandfold when people thought it'd be easy to hold a conversation with the maladapted adult. He didn't know anything beyond his name, everything else too fast and too complicated to pick out individually. He couldn't help but press his lips back into the faintest semblance of a snarl, violet eyes flashing a warning at Lou before flickering back to Gabriel, a hidden plea beneath them. A few seconds passed, then with a soft, low whine starting deep in Myliu's throat, he murmured the only word he could at the moment, obviously directed at Gabriel due to his body all but leaning towards the older man. "Help."
// no its not im love you
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