hello my old heart, how have you been? ⚘ taking leave (GE)

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Fraggle didn't really truly know about feelings – at least not romantic ones. He had never felt a sense of romantic love or even like towards anyone else just yet, at least not to his knowledge. He was fairly confident he hadn't in general, though, since he doubted he had fallen in love with anyone during his forgotten three months of life. Even if he had though, it wouldn't be the same situation as Aesior and Arlo. In Frag's case, it would've just been a simple bout of puppy love – a childish crush, with him fantasizing about loving someone like his parents loved each other, one day. By comparison, Aesior and Arlo's feelings for each other were far more serious, and complicated. It seemed like all things were made more complicated when you were an adult, much to the young rabbit's chagrin. It almost made him not want to grow up one day, although usually those thoughts were shoved away when he thought about what growing up would mean. Once he was an adult... maybe others wouldn't bother him as often, with their barbed comments. He knew that he would never get that big, but at least he wouldn't be a merely bite-sized morsel once he was fully grown. That was just one of the things that kept pushing him onward as the days passed, wondering what adulthood would be like.

He still had quite a bit of time before he needed to worry about anything like that, though. For the moment, he was content where he was. Every aspect of The Golden Eye wasn't perfect – although the not so great aspects were mainly caused by people like Cleo, rather than the group itself. Regardless, it was still home to him, and it made him feel comforted and happy. Even if he was unsure that he would ever return to a point where he could remember what he had lost, he could at least make new memories within The Golden Eye. He was forming a new life, with people who truly cared about him. Hell, even those like Damion, who had initially frightened him, were beginning to become familiar and comforting faces. There was a certain pair in particular that always made the boy feel safest, though, and that pair was Aesior and Arlo. Both were level-headed and kindhearted, at least in Fraggle's opinion, and he constantly found himself glad for their presences. No matter what was going on, he always found himself feeling more secure when they were around, since he knew that he wasn't in danger of being shoved around, or eaten. Vincent helped with that feeling as well, but... Aesior and Arlo almost felt like fathers to the young rabbit, as silly as that sounded.

Of course, Fraggle would never admit such a thing aloud. Mainly because he didn't want to make either of them uncomfortable, or push either of them away. After all, one couldn't just claim somebody else as a parental figure, and the boy didn't want them to grow apart from him. So instead, he just valued their company and help silently, often voicing his thanks simply and without much fuss. He had definitely taken notice of the tension between the pair in the past, but he wasn't sure what exactly it meant. He knew what love was, but he hadn't registered that the nervousness could be the sign of a crush, or anything more. Instead, he just figured that the both of them were awkward, or maybe they had some kind of unpleasant encounter in the past. Either way, as long as they kept things civil, he was happy. In fact, he probably would've overjoyed to know about the two of them cuddling together, since then he would have a reason for all the tension that lingered in the air between them. Not only that, but it would also give a certain sense of irony to him seeing the both of them as his "two fathers." Still, he had no idea about what had gone on before all this. Instead, he simply ended up stumbling upon Aesior. With all his things. Staring back at his cave.

Even though Fraggle didn't have much life experience yet, it didn't take a lot to put two and two together. Aesior was leaving. And given all the bags and other things he had alongside him, it didn't seem as though it was going to be a very short trip. For a moment, Fragglerock just sort of stood there, staring at the feline from a few feet away with faintly glimmering blue eyes. He didn't understand what was going on, or why Aesior would want to leave. Wasn't he happy? Was it something that Frag had done? Really, if the rabbit's energetic little body hadn't woken him up so early, he would probably be spared a lot of heartache. Instead, he was forced to mutter softly, his feathered ears drooping heavily as he continued to fix Aesior with a pained stare, "Aesior...? Why are you... why do you have all your things? You're not leaving, are you? Because... whatever is going on, you don't need to leave! I promise I'll help make it better! I don't... I don't want you to go." His heart was aching within his chest, and suddenly Frag was faced with a familiar feeling. It was just like when he had first woken up, alone and confused, with no family or anyone else to help him. It was that same mixture of grief, and remorse, as if he had done something wrong. He didn't understand. Was this some kind of karmic punishment? What had he done to make the world so angry with him?

[glow=#4c2c1c,2,300]YOU CAN WRAP MY BRAIN IN PLASTIC[/glow]