cut the hand that feeds you

Erik was jittery. He couldn’t help it. His father and Tenshi had come to visit, bringing along a flurry of activity and their children. Erik kicked at the dirt. Watching his dad with the younger kids… he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t explain the way it made him feel, and he didn’t want to. Bitterness? Maybe. He’s shit when it comes to feelings.

All the boy knew was that he felt stifled and that he needed to be away. Just for a little bit. Away from the noise, the hustle, and just breathe.

Roaming didn’t really sound so bad. Yeah, he could have gone up to the Hallows or followed one of Tate’s trails— normal things. Things he knows. That wasn’t the point of this adventure, that wasn’t the point of today.

It’s the canyon that calls to him and the canyon that he’ll explore. Orange eyes keen on the high walls, grateful for the way they shelter him from the wind. The wind howling in his ears serving as a comforting white noise, Erik picks his way down the dry bank of the creek at the very bottom. Exploring. Clearing his head. Whatever you want to call it.

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