Little Moments
04-26-2014, 10:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-26-2014, 11:07 PM by Crucifix.)
The two where an odd, yet matching company, who could not be more different nor more alike. Perhaps it was for this strangeness that his words had slipped out in oddly contradicting ways. For the first past, Day seemed to follow his words and tell him that he did not doubt that Cru was a good wolf, and he would nod his head, accepting the compliment without protest despite his thoughts that Day was clearly the better of the trio. But of course, it was easily predictable that Cru would not be able to get away with simply the words he had spoken as the boy asked now what had happened. He warred with himself for a moment, unwilling to tell family matters to this strange, to spread the woos of his sisters that where better left forgotten. But the sincere kindness of the boy would win out ahead, and he would incline his head in agreement to the question, yes, he could ask what had happened. A smile work turn the corners of his lips, and his eyes would move back to this boy. He had spoken again, clearly embarrassed for prying. No, there was not a cruel bone in this boys body and perhaps it would hurt none to tell the tail, and perhaps even rest the unease his soul if just a little. ?My Twig, my dear Twig was raped, and was forced to bear a child of the doer Then when she had fallen in love with the thoughts of this unborn life it would be conceived as a stillborn? he said softly, averting his gaze, unwilling and unable to let Day see the anger that still burned at these thoughts. A fire raged in his heart, a fire that held none of this boys innocence, and every bit of Cru's shadier parts of life. Oh, he was willing to tear the one who had done this to shreds, to taste their blood. This, perhaps, was the biggest difference between these two boys. ?My other sister, she was caught up in the love of one who abused and used her and still she can not let go.? he would offer now a dry laughter. ?Perhaps it is easy to see how I have come to scorn love so easily.? But not Day's Love.. that one was so innocent and clear and strange.. that he knew it was a far cry from the one Cru spoke of. "My sounds""My Soul" |
