02-08-2020, 04:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-08-2020, 04:42 PM by selby roux !.)
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"] The news of Moth’s pregnancy had been some of the happiest Selby received. Well, likely the happiest. It was nothing short of wonderful. The true beginning of his new life with her. A family of his own. A whole new world, one might say.
But what would become of the old world?
Selby came face to face with that exact question as Beck stared up at him with that forced smile, and his brief stint with pure joy quickly shattered. He looked down at the ghost, and he couldn’t look him in the eye. He wanted the old world to remain.
The sawbone realized in that moment that it was the same world. In the grand scheme of things, not much was changing. He wanted the old world to remain. He could not imagine a world, or a family, without the boy before him as part of it. Just as he was about to reach for Beck to offer comfort and reassurances, he turned and all but ran from him. He gaped at his retreating form, rendered speechless as anxiety rushed through him.
What do I do? What do I do? What am I supposed to do? What do I do?
He stumbles away from his girlfriend, desperately racking his adrenaline ridden mind for a game plan. He needed to talk to him. Make sure he was safe. Keep him safe.
And so he followed him. Numbly and slowly at first, but he quickly gained speed. He took care to travel at a pace Moth could keep up with in her pregnant state, but went no slower. Keep him safe. Selby had no idea where Beck was going, but he knew in that moment that he would follow him anywhere. Anywhere and anything for him.
It did not take long to catch up, and he took a moment to catch his breath from a distance as he watched him. He could see no danger, and thus relaxed considerably. Safe.
He looks back at Moth to seek her assurances, her mere presence enough to calm him down the rest of the way. He reaches for her hand, briefly running his thumb along her knuckles before turning to the ghost once more.
Selby made his way up the hill, careful to go slowly so as to not frighten him. “Beck?” he calls gently, just as a way to get his attention. He kneels in front of him, bringing himself down to his level. “I think we all need to have a chat, yeah?”
But what would become of the old world?
Selby came face to face with that exact question as Beck stared up at him with that forced smile, and his brief stint with pure joy quickly shattered. He looked down at the ghost, and he couldn’t look him in the eye. He wanted the old world to remain.
The sawbone realized in that moment that it was the same world. In the grand scheme of things, not much was changing. He wanted the old world to remain. He could not imagine a world, or a family, without the boy before him as part of it. Just as he was about to reach for Beck to offer comfort and reassurances, he turned and all but ran from him. He gaped at his retreating form, rendered speechless as anxiety rushed through him.
What do I do? What do I do? What am I supposed to do? What do I do?
He stumbles away from his girlfriend, desperately racking his adrenaline ridden mind for a game plan. He needed to talk to him. Make sure he was safe. Keep him safe.
And so he followed him. Numbly and slowly at first, but he quickly gained speed. He took care to travel at a pace Moth could keep up with in her pregnant state, but went no slower. Keep him safe. Selby had no idea where Beck was going, but he knew in that moment that he would follow him anywhere. Anywhere and anything for him.
It did not take long to catch up, and he took a moment to catch his breath from a distance as he watched him. He could see no danger, and thus relaxed considerably. Safe.
He looks back at Moth to seek her assurances, her mere presence enough to calm him down the rest of the way. He reaches for her hand, briefly running his thumb along her knuckles before turning to the ghost once more.
Selby made his way up the hill, careful to go slowly so as to not frighten him. “Beck?” he calls gently, just as a way to get his attention. He kneels in front of him, bringing himself down to his level. “I think we all need to have a chat, yeah?”