As much as he loved his mother, sometimes a break from the family wasn't simply wanted, it was required. Shakespeare often had moments now that he would slip out and away from the fights of Caesar and Colette and the anger that would rise from their father, honestly the boy still couldn't understand how his brother wasn't scared of the man, he had never been in trouble and Shakespeare was still often fearful of him. He had been worried that Soliloquy was going to get mad again, Caesar was busy plotting new ways to make Colette scream louder than ever and so here he was, escaping it before anything even had the chance to kick off.
The problem was that he'd wandered a little further than normal though this time and though he had no idea where he was, was sure he wasn't at home anymore. Was he going to get into trouble for this? A part of him considered turning around with that sudden thought but instead, he continued. He couldn't be entirely certain what actually appealed to him more, the thought of escaping his rowdy siblings or the peace within these unknown lands just waiting for him to explore?
