HARM'S WAY HARM'S WAY ☆ roy

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i heard you were looking like the moon — tags

Reading was such a bittersweet task for the male.

On one hand, it had always been difficult for him to do so. The large words the doctor had made him read, the complex stories, the boring technicalities of it all. It was so stressful, all the time, to read. To learn. To do anything. If he did not display growth, intelligence, comprehensibility, there would be punishment. Reading was dangerous. But, at the same time. It wasn't. There were stories he loved. There were fantastical tales, histories he was inspired by, characters he could find some reliability to, and there was the fact that he did, at its core, enjoy learning. These days, he could read whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and no one would test him. There would be no punishment.

But, still, he couldn't. Because he was on fire. He would burn the book away and it would be gone.

But, if he was careful, maybe he could...

Roy is not unintelligent by any means. He may be out of control, difficult to speak to, but he is not stupid - no matter what the doctor may have tried to make him believe. His brother knew it. He knows it. He is not stupid. He just wasn't taught correctly. And, constellations were something he never had to memorize. He could learn about them, study them, but he never had to take tests. His brother spoke on and on over them, over the sky, over the stars, over space. It was so big and complicated, but he was so fascinated, he wanted to learn so much. How could Roy not try to hold the same curiosity now? He could learn for his brother now. He remembers the stars in his eyes.

The tiger looks over the star chart silently, careful not to get too close or touch it with his flames. His gaze only drifts once Wormwood grows closer, and he glances to the lion before back to the chart. "Orion is a hunterrr, his dogs are Canis Major and Canis Minor." He speaks quietly, perhaps the first full sentence he's said since arriving here. "Can rrread."