cyron's mother greets him with a warm smile that he can't seem to make himself return. part of it is the guilt that comes with the knowledge that he is hurting them and acceptance of that simple fact. he does not mean to. yet, he believes that there are horrors that should never be shared and what he endured in wolfskull cave was certainly a horror. the knowledge of what had happened to him would only hurt them worse, he believes. it is better they do not know. so he willingly bears the burden of it alone and his resolve upon the matter is utterly unwavering and immobile. "yeah," it is chilly but he supposes it is 'nice' by weather standards. cyron makes a small, noncommittal noise as she admits that she can't sleep and speaks of 'dark dreams'. he's not exactly sure what that is and is hesitant to group it in with nightmares though there is a chance, he acknowledges, that they are one in the same. he does not tell her that he couldn't sleep either as he thinks it's rather obvious.
"you finish it." he declines her offer for the meal as gently as he can as he steps closer and moves beside her. he'll watch the sunrise, at least. his appetite is slowly coming back to him but he never pushes it for the fear of losing what little progress he was able to make. things are ...not better — perhaps they never will be — but he's making progresses regardless of how slow and small that's something. she is staring at him and though he spares her a glimpse out of the corner of his eye to affirm that he looks over the vast expanse of land and sky before them as he reclines upon his haunches. he pretends not to notice. he does not want to see the sadness in her eyes, to know that he causes it. it twists the knife of guilt further in his gut because it only re-affirms to him that he's making the right choice of keeping what occurred during his time in captivity to himself. if this — the aftermath — hurts them he can't fathom what knowing would do to them. "it's fine." he does not tell her that it feels like a cage most nights and that at times even easthollow with it's borders and it's guardians feels like a prison. they tell him he's safe but his mind has been moulded and rewired during the most crucial time of learning and self discovery in his life. blackfeather woods would always have their mark on him. they raised him, after all, in reality. safety is a lie. it is an empty word until proven. easthollow has the advantage of a border and protectors but in the end that would not stop the wolves of blackfeather if they had their mind(s) set.
"i'm sorry i'm hurting you." the words constrict in his throat and come out raw. he thought by uttering them that it would make him feel better. it doesn't. it only makes cyron feel worse as he verbally confirms that he acknowledges that he's hurting his mother while also confirming that he will willingly continue to do so by keeping her in the dark.
"you finish it." he declines her offer for the meal as gently as he can as he steps closer and moves beside her. he'll watch the sunrise, at least. his appetite is slowly coming back to him but he never pushes it for the fear of losing what little progress he was able to make. things are ...not better — perhaps they never will be — but he's making progresses regardless of how slow and small that's something. she is staring at him and though he spares her a glimpse out of the corner of his eye to affirm that he looks over the vast expanse of land and sky before them as he reclines upon his haunches. he pretends not to notice. he does not want to see the sadness in her eyes, to know that he causes it. it twists the knife of guilt further in his gut because it only re-affirms to him that he's making the right choice of keeping what occurred during his time in captivity to himself. if this — the aftermath — hurts them he can't fathom what knowing would do to them. "it's fine." he does not tell her that it feels like a cage most nights and that at times even easthollow with it's borders and it's guardians feels like a prison. they tell him he's safe but his mind has been moulded and rewired during the most crucial time of learning and self discovery in his life. blackfeather woods would always have their mark on him. they raised him, after all, in reality. safety is a lie. it is an empty word until proven. easthollow has the advantage of a border and protectors but in the end that would not stop the wolves of blackfeather if they had their mind(s) set.
"i'm sorry i'm hurting you." the words constrict in his throat and come out raw. he thought by uttering them that it would make him feel better. it doesn't. it only makes cyron feel worse as he verbally confirms that he acknowledges that he's hurting his mother while also confirming that he will willingly continue to do so by keeping her in the dark.
war ate a boy
and spat out a man
and spat out a man
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Beginning of hope - by Illecebra - February 10, 2018, 06:47 AM
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