01-21-2021, 04:41 AM
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Beneath cream hued strands his muscles twitched, irregular the movement, a sudden taunt pull before relaxed once more. The thought continued to loop, an endless cycle he offered no attention. He knew the trail was there, stark beneath gentle sver light, fresh the new scent painted atop the old. But he could not make himself shift from his placement upon the porch. It was her, know this now as each deep breath seeped between the tight clench of his teeth, the concoction of milk, wood, and something uniquely her own filling his senses. It was Taiga.
About ears swivelled with the approach of another, part of mouth slow though words were not on his tongue. Behind had he lagged, though a father with the best intentions in mind was Aurum always, first and foremost others held before himself, yet present. The want to run to him rose, act as though it was not blood that adorned the frigid soil, may spilled jam or the like, withheld as he spoke. Sophiea did not see. Smart the drawn conclusion, no light present and only the open door speaking of the intrusive presence, still he had tried, acted on stupidity.
Slow the nod he offered as Aurum finished and indicated he knew the identity of the culprit, of course he would, though numerous known each of his children. Brief his turn back to offer apology for the further intrusion when the lady of the house made herself apparent. Evident, and rather expected, the rage she wore, yet not the tears. His words dying on his tongue, stepping forth as though comfort may be extended, no matter the foolishness of even believing in such may be welcome, taken aback at her brusque words and the sudden closure of the door. "I'm really sorry, Miss Sophiea." Shakey words bypassed trembling lips, all he spoke before he began to move after his father, the only thing left for him to do and his courage was at least bolstered by the familiar presence.
Late his arrival at the house Moth occupied, located the one reasonable for all this and begun her care. Behind Salvia lingered, unsure now as set about treatment he knew nothing about, again ignited his worry as gaze landed upon the cut. "It's my fault." The lie rushed out without thought, disproving it rather easy though the thought was far from his mind, simply minimising the harm that came from the cookie raid all he thought about. Of course, now with elaboration necessary, he grew tongue tied and silent, hoped tending to Taiga enough distraction to allow him time to think.
Beneath cream hued strands his muscles twitched, irregular the movement, a sudden taunt pull before relaxed once more. The thought continued to loop, an endless cycle he offered no attention. He knew the trail was there, stark beneath gentle sver light, fresh the new scent painted atop the old. But he could not make himself shift from his placement upon the porch. It was her, know this now as each deep breath seeped between the tight clench of his teeth, the concoction of milk, wood, and something uniquely her own filling his senses. It was Taiga.
About ears swivelled with the approach of another, part of mouth slow though words were not on his tongue. Behind had he lagged, though a father with the best intentions in mind was Aurum always, first and foremost others held before himself, yet present. The want to run to him rose, act as though it was not blood that adorned the frigid soil, may spilled jam or the like, withheld as he spoke. Sophiea did not see. Smart the drawn conclusion, no light present and only the open door speaking of the intrusive presence, still he had tried, acted on stupidity.
Slow the nod he offered as Aurum finished and indicated he knew the identity of the culprit, of course he would, though numerous known each of his children. Brief his turn back to offer apology for the further intrusion when the lady of the house made herself apparent. Evident, and rather expected, the rage she wore, yet not the tears. His words dying on his tongue, stepping forth as though comfort may be extended, no matter the foolishness of even believing in such may be welcome, taken aback at her brusque words and the sudden closure of the door. "I'm really sorry, Miss Sophiea." Shakey words bypassed trembling lips, all he spoke before he began to move after his father, the only thing left for him to do and his courage was at least bolstered by the familiar presence.
Late his arrival at the house Moth occupied, located the one reasonable for all this and begun her care. Behind Salvia lingered, unsure now as set about treatment he knew nothing about, again ignited his worry as gaze landed upon the cut. "It's my fault." The lie rushed out without thought, disproving it rather easy though the thought was far from his mind, simply minimising the harm that came from the cookie raid all he thought about. Of course, now with elaboration necessary, he grew tongue tied and silent, hoped tending to Taiga enough distraction to allow him time to think.