into the woods
02-08-2015, 03:59 PM
His greatest fear was not what she thought of him, because in all honesty it couldn't be any worse than what he already thought of himself. No, his greatest fear was her (or anyone else, for that matter) finding out about what he'd gone through - what he'd just barely survived. He knew all too well what drama could come from divulging his deepest traumas, and so he would keep them safely tucked away in his chest. The dreams often reminded him of the horrors he'd come to know, but so long as he didn't utter them to anyone else he could almost pretend they weren't real at all. He would try to calm himself under her touch, hoping desperately the prying questions he expected from her would not come just yet. He wasn't sure he could fend them off. She apologized to him, and he would crane his green eye up at her in confusion. Why on earth would she apologize to him? She continued caressing him, assuring him she should not have let him go. He breathed a sigh. “N-none of this is y-your fault, Mother.” Wishing to change the subject, he would attempt to crane his head out of her tongue's reach, twisting his neck around to gaze at her. “Where do you live now?” he queried of her, genuinely interested. “speak,” |
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