Hushed Willows staggering defeat

There was a squeak heard, which had only made him press himself closer to the wall. He didn’t understand what he had done or how it had happened, but something told him that it wasn’t right. He should not have landed as he had, nor should he have lingered afterwards. Then, to top it all off, she’d looked back and began staring at him. Eros had learned long ago that his mother hated him. The reason for why she could not love her children, he did not know, but he was aware enough not to understand that she did not treat him as a parent should. There was never any love given from her to him, and so, on some level, he feared what she might decide to do to him. Would she attack? Kill? There wasn’t a single detail regarding his mother that he was aware of, and so he knew not what to expect. If he was supposed to run, he’d have never known it, and so he remained pressed against the wall even after she had started to speak.

I am not angry.

What? That was new. Despite the many thoughts that told him what he’d done was wrong, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d discovered the secret to earning his mother’s affections. If he went where he had before, would that prompt her to hand over the love that he felt he was owed? A step forward was taken, whilst every nerve in his body screamed at him: no! Stay where you are! There was another step, and then he froze, her words hinting that his doings had not been correct at all. It confused him, though. She was not angry with him, but he had done something bad. Who was this strange woman, and where had his mother gone? On second thought, he didn’t care. Wherever Old Amara had disappeared to didn’t matter to him, because he liked New Amara a lot better.

Eros nodded his head, confirming that he was okay—terribly confused and unable to process what was happening, but okay. Slowly, his place in the shadows was abandoned entirely as he made his way towards the female. As he crept closer, however, he couldn’t help but eye whatever it was that he had landed on only a few minutes ago. What was it, and what did it do? Little did he know that the questions he had were best left unanswered until he was a bit older, given their context. Pulling his gaze away from her crotch, he tilted his chin back until he was staring up at her. It was then that he said, “Eros… bad,” for they were some of the few words that he knew, and because they seemed to fit the situation.