perdere tempo

*Lark* · 10-02-2015, 08:39 PM

Lark had always been stubborn, since the day he was born. He wasn't necessarily pampered, but his life had been relatively easy and he was used to things going the way he wanted them to. He absolutely abhorred the idea of Starling leaving again, even if it was for the greater good. He wanted him to stay here, with his family, where he belonged. His nose wrinkled as he listened to his brother speak about healing, saying it was different than fighting.. that he needed to travel to find herbs that grew elsewhere. A slow shrug was offered as he shuffled to flop down next to him.

"I guess," he would mumble, following his words with a soft sigh. "Someone's gotta know how to take care of us when we get sick or hurt." But it still sucked, no matter how much Starling was right. His expression softened a bit, thoughtful as he gazed over at his brother. "I just hate when you guys are gone." Lark wasn't ashamed to admit it, not in the slightest. Though not the most sensitive of creatures, and definitely not the most affectionate, the love he had for his family was something he was proud of and just as open about.

He found himself sighing again at Starling's words. "I won't skip another one," he said firmly, turning to nudge his brother's shoulder gently. "Promise." A moment of silence followed his words as he mused over what Starling said. "What do you mean?" he questioned, nose wrinkling. "We all have it good. I can't imagine a better life."

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