time after time

He had been born during the long night, he had heard a little of it. His parents senseless and wild from the strange occurrence. His grandmother had sacrificed herself at Samhain, would this strange occurrence bring life or death for his family? Did she mention it on purpose, a reminder of who had birthed him? He didn’t know, and he didn’t want to sit there guessing at his mothers games.

“Father didn’t want to visit?” he asked, ignoring her mention of fear. She was not privacy to what he was or was not afraid of, not anymore. She had given up that right when she had abandoned him during the flooding. He didn’t care if he lived or died then, so why start now? He wanted to tell her that he had children, but he didn’t dare let her in. He held her at arm's length.


"Basilisk"