I Think This Line Is Mostly Filler
08-17-2014, 05:57 PM
A smile would tug at her lips as her adoptive son would halt, forgetting his game in exchange for her. His movements were awkward and clumsy as he moved as quick as he could. It was one of the rare moments when he abandoned all laziness in exchange for efficiency. Soon all that would change. He was growing every day, which meant that his leg would need to work overtime to keep up. He would bound towards her before flopping down at her feet, his tiny head resting on her leg as he peered up at her. Momma. She was still not accustomed to the name he had so lovingly given her, but in his eyes, she was his mother, he had no idea what his true parents had done to him, he was far to young to know just yet. And sadly, far to weak. He needed to grow stronger, and older, so that she could twist his mind to take on the dark plans she had for him. "My dear," She would lick the top of his head gently before continuing. "You are old enough now that it is time for you to start learning some new things, don't you think?" His laziness had not gone unnoticed, and she knew that only way to coax him into working, was for him to believe it was partially his idea. She had yet to test the theory however, and she hoped it would work. While she gazed down at the boy, a familiar scent filled her nostrils. Apollo. Ever since she taken the child, he had kept his distance, seeming indifferent to the newest edition to their little pack. She could hardly blame him, they shared parents, and those same parents had thrown Hypnos into a river to die. There was definitely some hard feelings. Her gaze didn't leave Hypnos, those an ebon ear would shift into the direction in which his scent had come. Would he join them? Or continue to lurk in the shadows? "Speech" |