08-19-2020, 01:16 PM
[color=transparent] [w]isker
[color=transparent] [w]isker
law didn't come to the beach much anymore. it wasn't due to a lack of want: a depression in his own self but a hyper vigilance of the living; of the family that lived and breathed and it was due to law's cycle, a need to know where they were that when lawkit found his time to the beach, it was more often than not due to him trying to find one of his siblings, or a longer related family member.
emotions were a... strange thing. law found himself submitting to it more often than not. at such a young age emotion and instict blended together in such a heady mix. robbed of the security of having his parents, still coming to terms with the death of his mother: robbed him of his voice. it was often more often than not that law felt invisible to the entire group. felt the need to scream- to shout and to rebel against the feeling, but he couldn't speak, his voice a rumble in his throat cut off by his own... inability confidence to do so. to speak. to speak would drawl attention, and law could do without the attention. had never felt easy at the eyes along him. now more so than ever: mourning sam had only made it worse.
he enjoyed the quiet, but he was much too busy to find his own solace. anxiety jittered in his bones and his wings felt numb most days- from the stillness or lack of attempt to use them law assumed. they saged against his sides, growing fledgling feathers dragging along the dirt and muck- dirtied for the most part and preened only when the itch of another molt came. he was looking for... someone that day, raxanne, his aunt when he heard the thunder. lighting crashed at the beach and law felt a jolt of adrenalan stutter into his chest. kicking up his respone. he was nearby he could... he could check
roan's scream against the sky was frigtening, lots of things made lawkit afraid but his family so unstable unsettled him so much: everyone was mourning and law felt quiet and helpless and roan's scream cut off by the storm of sound that ringged inside law's head. it hurt to hear the thunder of the lighting strike. it hurt and law's skull rattled before he made the deicison to run towards roan.
words, were not found by the time the creature found himself there along roans side. a low whine bleeding from his chest as he moved closer. ear's perked, trying to distinguish a heartbeat in beyond the ringing in his ears. the sound of breathing in tandem with the static.
the smell of ozone and salt, the ring of static in his ears, in the wake of the thunder, someone could hear lawkit's fragile voice cut into the air, for the first time in since... since.
"[glow=grey,2,300]roan, you can't... you can't. don't... don't fall asleep like mother-[/glow]" a hickup between the chocked off wine. brilliant silver cut with worry as lawkit's paws- claws attempted to dig into any limb he could reach. trying to distern the hint of breath he knew could be felt. if he couldn't hear it... he could feel it right? that was... what the books said- how could he- "[glow=grey,2,300]stay awake. you can't... you can't sleep[/glow]"
emotions were a... strange thing. law found himself submitting to it more often than not. at such a young age emotion and instict blended together in such a heady mix. robbed of the security of having his parents, still coming to terms with the death of his mother: robbed him of his voice. it was often more often than not that law felt invisible to the entire group. felt the need to scream- to shout and to rebel against the feeling, but he couldn't speak, his voice a rumble in his throat cut off by his own... inability confidence to do so. to speak. to speak would drawl attention, and law could do without the attention. had never felt easy at the eyes along him. now more so than ever: mourning sam had only made it worse.
he enjoyed the quiet, but he was much too busy to find his own solace. anxiety jittered in his bones and his wings felt numb most days- from the stillness or lack of attempt to use them law assumed. they saged against his sides, growing fledgling feathers dragging along the dirt and muck- dirtied for the most part and preened only when the itch of another molt came. he was looking for... someone that day, raxanne, his aunt when he heard the thunder. lighting crashed at the beach and law felt a jolt of adrenalan stutter into his chest. kicking up his respone. he was nearby he could... he could check
roan's scream against the sky was frigtening, lots of things made lawkit afraid but his family so unstable unsettled him so much: everyone was mourning and law felt quiet and helpless and roan's scream cut off by the storm of sound that ringged inside law's head. it hurt to hear the thunder of the lighting strike. it hurt and law's skull rattled before he made the deicison to run towards roan.
words, were not found by the time the creature found himself there along roans side. a low whine bleeding from his chest as he moved closer. ear's perked, trying to distinguish a heartbeat in beyond the ringing in his ears. the sound of breathing in tandem with the static.
the smell of ozone and salt, the ring of static in his ears, in the wake of the thunder, someone could hear lawkit's fragile voice cut into the air, for the first time in since... since.
"[glow=grey,2,300]roan, you can't... you can't. don't... don't fall asleep like mother-[/glow]" a hickup between the chocked off wine. brilliant silver cut with worry as lawkit's paws- claws attempted to dig into any limb he could reach. trying to distern the hint of breath he knew could be felt. if he couldn't hear it... he could feel it right? that was... what the books said- how could he- "[glow=grey,2,300]stay awake. you can't... you can't sleep[/glow]"
[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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