08-18-2020, 09:25 PM
[color=transparent] [w]isker
[color=transparent] [w]isker
it was a blessing, to ave a family as big as the roux. to have sprawling and spanning family for these times: when one of them fell. the roux's looked and found each other and knew: knew there were other's mourning with them. it made law's own burden of sorrow feel a touch easier, knowing there were others, but..
but it made it so much worse too. so many of his family, so many people he cared for; he wanted- [sub]needed[/sub] to stay safe. law simply felt unsafe, unstable- teetering on the edge of his mother's death and moma's silence. it made him hurt, it cut his voice out and gored his tongue before he even could try to speak.
in the wake of mothers death, law had been nothing but silent.
family, life was fleeting. the rapid heartbeats of his loved ones was a constant hum under his own fluttering beat. law didn't- couldn't slept. now he patrolled the rooms, watched his siblings his family rest and made sure that the scent of sleep on each of them were true that he heard their breath and the beat of their heart before he moved to the next set of rooms
he didn't go to moma's room
he found himself more and more often at the soothsayer's temple. plucking books in exchange for the coloring books, the informational books on animals for ones about biology and witchcraft, of herbs forgotten by most; sneaking in his mother's den to steal older, ancient books passed. read of tribal things, of ancient magics. with each night between his vigil, his mind struggled more and more with the sense of physical and spirit
but there was this: the clatter of rocks and law looked up from a especially large tome, it's text tiny and his eyes strained. wings pinned to his sides, ears pinned back and a throb just below his fluttering heart... the roar of seapaw, the distress in the other's scent made him
he rose, words on the tip of his tongue but then he saw. saw something pass reconciliation; saw the one thing law had never faced that he feared in his moma's room reflected back in his big brother's eyes.
[glow=#480000,2,300]rage.[/glow]
law, small little thing he was: is known for being quiet. but he was never known for being afraid, he could stand in the front of his mamma's meetings, his mamma's scream for... for mother. but in the face of such anger
law was afraid
but it made it so much worse too. so many of his family, so many people he cared for; he wanted- [sub]needed[/sub] to stay safe. law simply felt unsafe, unstable- teetering on the edge of his mother's death and moma's silence. it made him hurt, it cut his voice out and gored his tongue before he even could try to speak.
in the wake of mothers death, law had been nothing but silent.
family, life was fleeting. the rapid heartbeats of his loved ones was a constant hum under his own fluttering beat. law didn't- couldn't slept. now he patrolled the rooms, watched his siblings his family rest and made sure that the scent of sleep on each of them were true that he heard their breath and the beat of their heart before he moved to the next set of rooms
he didn't go to moma's room
he found himself more and more often at the soothsayer's temple. plucking books in exchange for the coloring books, the informational books on animals for ones about biology and witchcraft, of herbs forgotten by most; sneaking in his mother's den to steal older, ancient books passed. read of tribal things, of ancient magics. with each night between his vigil, his mind struggled more and more with the sense of physical and spirit
but there was this: the clatter of rocks and law looked up from a especially large tome, it's text tiny and his eyes strained. wings pinned to his sides, ears pinned back and a throb just below his fluttering heart... the roar of seapaw, the distress in the other's scent made him
he rose, words on the tip of his tongue but then he saw. saw something pass reconciliation; saw the one thing law had never faced that he feared in his moma's room reflected back in his big brother's eyes.
[glow=#480000,2,300]rage.[/glow]
law, small little thing he was: is known for being quiet. but he was never known for being afraid, he could stand in the front of his mamma's meetings, his mamma's scream for... for mother. but in the face of such anger
law was afraid
[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]The dark doesn't frighten me[/glow]
[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]I chose to close my eyes; it is mine[/glow]
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