Firefly Glen ❁ I've rejected affection,

To be a juggernaut was to have someone pulling your strings. A huge, driving force, meant to crush, to oppress, but you needed cohesion. Without it, you would be left floundering.

Juggernaut had no puppetmasters to direct him. He was left adrift, no one on the end of his leash. He couldn’t tell if that was meant to register as good, or as bad. Good, because he was free? Bad, because he was not being told how to be anymore? He didn’t know. The cruel hand of the master had passed him over for another, and Juggernaut had been allowed the “opportunity” to be released.

He knew how to fend for himself, at least.

The bear-like boy moved without care, his head held low, his eyes dull. There was little to be said. He was tired, had been born it, marinated in it. The only thought he had, was to move forward.

Until a small speck of light landed directly on his nose. Juggernaut stared cross eyed at it, for a moment, frozen in place, before it would pick up and fly back the way it had come, to its fellows. Clustered around a pretty blonde girl, who didn’t seem scared of them. But Juggernaut wasn’t a boy who let things lie.

Do you know what these are? He would call, half worried he was about to be bitten by one of them.