TO PORCELAIN, TO IVORY, TO STEEL
01-03-2015, 04:47 PM
He would continue his romping under the watchful eye of his mother. He had not a care in the world, nor a reason to worry, he had experience the cruelty the universe possessed, that his mother possessed. It wasnt until she spoke that he would still, his movements ceasing so that he could peer up at his mother. Dead. His brother was dead. His brows would furrow, not quite yet able to grasp what it mean. An eternal sleep. He was gone forever. It was confusing to him. He knew what sleep was. He knew what gone meant. But how long was forever? His mother beckoned him closer and he would obey without a second though, finding himself pressed into her side, wide eyes peering up at her. Her next words were soft, though gave him even more to ponder. His brother was weak? He hadn't thought so. But mother knew best. Right?
With a frown still pulling at features he would finally speak. So when is he coming back? His innocence shone brightly through such a brief question. His mothers actions were lost on him, just as the gravity of what had happened to his brother. What does m-m-mooournnn mean? The word fell clumsily off his tongue as he struggled to say it correctly, peering up at him mother with a wide, goofy grin. His tail thumped against the earth, quieting though as he awaited his mother to answer the first of many questions. |
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