11-06-2018, 10:49 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]In truth, all Perseus knew was letting go. Life was slow and lazy, like floating on some sort of river. He hadn't grown up in a gang and he hadn't ever fought for his life, but that was because he hadn't grown up at all. In general, he has life experience that totals to less than a blink to these two. With that comes a rather carefree sort of nature and a limitless curiosity. The most he knows about his life is his family and their home, a small section of trees and two quiet parents that asked for nothing and everything. He wouldn't say that he could take a bullet for them, not with how little he cared for them now. Although faint pictures of them cross his mind every now and then, there's no kindness to leave an imprint. There's also nothing he strictly knows to be awful — in another moment of blunt honesty, Perseus would admit that he knows just about absolutely nothing. He barely knows the alphabet.
So in a sense, he'd gotten good at just moving on when he needed to. Whatever bothers him seems to run off his shoulders like rain water down a well-paved street, down a drain and out of sight. That may not be letting it go in the real sense of the phrase, but Perseus had never seen anything come up from that drain. Emotions and fears and memories all just somewhere in the back of his head. Everything else in there was space free to be filled up again by all sorts of new things. The kid would put his paw in a fire to figure out what it felt like; it wouldn't even bother him afterwards if he did. He couldn't hate the choices that he made, or the choices everyone else made to get him here. So far, Percy's life had felt out of his own control.
It makes sense that with no life experience to compare with these adults and only his curiosity to drag him around by his ears, the tiger cub wanders into a situation that he doesn't understand. They're both puzzles whose pieces don't seem to fit together as individuals. Jay is big and grumpy but still pulled him out of a tree, and South looks cold until he looked at their eyes. Then he gets confused, pausing in his approach before quickening his pace again, ending up leaning against one of the smilodon's paws (which could probably crush him on accident). "What's a sugar daddy?" The rest of the conversation flies over his head and the questions he briefly grasps at flood away quickly (what's a south? why did your parents name you that? do you really think meeting Jay is a pleasure?) and he makes no move to introduce himself or Jailbird. No, unfortunately the child's attention had been rather thoroughly snagged by something he should have no knowledge of. That was normal.
So in a sense, he'd gotten good at just moving on when he needed to. Whatever bothers him seems to run off his shoulders like rain water down a well-paved street, down a drain and out of sight. That may not be letting it go in the real sense of the phrase, but Perseus had never seen anything come up from that drain. Emotions and fears and memories all just somewhere in the back of his head. Everything else in there was space free to be filled up again by all sorts of new things. The kid would put his paw in a fire to figure out what it felt like; it wouldn't even bother him afterwards if he did. He couldn't hate the choices that he made, or the choices everyone else made to get him here. So far, Percy's life had felt out of his own control.
It makes sense that with no life experience to compare with these adults and only his curiosity to drag him around by his ears, the tiger cub wanders into a situation that he doesn't understand. They're both puzzles whose pieces don't seem to fit together as individuals. Jay is big and grumpy but still pulled him out of a tree, and South looks cold until he looked at their eyes. Then he gets confused, pausing in his approach before quickening his pace again, ending up leaning against one of the smilodon's paws (which could probably crush him on accident). "What's a sugar daddy?" The rest of the conversation flies over his head and the questions he briefly grasps at flood away quickly (what's a south? why did your parents name you that? do you really think meeting Jay is a pleasure?) and he makes no move to introduce himself or Jailbird. No, unfortunately the child's attention had been rather thoroughly snagged by something he should have no knowledge of. That was normal.
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