Show Me How To Be Strong

*Lark* · (This post was last modified: 04-16-2015, 06:27 AM by Lark.)

It seemed he had inherited more of his father's traits than his mother's, while Finch retained so much of her sweetness and delicate nature. It surprised Lark, though, to see her looking so.. down. Had something happened? Concern shone in his eyes as he watched her. "What do you mean?" he'd ask softly, sounding a bit taken aback at her words. He wasn't really strong, was he? Their father was strong, and their mother was too; he was just Lark. A slight frown graced his features as he leaned to nudge her cheek gently, but she seemed to fall against him for support. "You just have to be you, Finch," he told her softly, smiling gently, letting her lean against him. Feeling as though she needed the comfort, he would press closer against her, falling into the embrace. It wasn't exactly like him to be affectionate, but he would when necessary, and he loved his siblings and didn't want them to feel down. Especially sweet Finch.

"You just need to.. not be so afraid, sister," he'd offer her gently. She was certainly timid, though he didn't know why. Perhaps it was just in her nature. "There's nothing to be afraid of in all this world, especially not here. You know mom and dad would never let anyone hurt you, and neither would I." And he had a hard time believing his siblings would stand by and let her get hurt, either. He'd pull away to show her a small smile, a rarity of expression for Lark, hoping his attitude might warm her spirit slightly. "Do you want to go do something to cheer you up?" He would ask hopefully, unsure how to deal with her sudden worries. Maybe Finch wasn't strong, but she was beautiful and sweet and kind, and he didn't know why that was such a bad thing.

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