Starglow Basin Terrible things

his bi-colored eyes were haunted. fiamma watched patiently as he stuttered, tried to explain, trailed off. . .

he'd eaten. but there was something else.

what do you miss? fiamma purred, cocking her head. or who?

there was always something. and he was so young; clearly he must miss his family left behind. she relaxed herself completely, a puddle of quicksilver, icy eyes melting to liquid blue as they surveyed his face.

what can i do, bambino? she murmured. 

this was forbidden; she was sure of it. sobo would not want her interacting with their young ward this way. but she was drawn to him and his poor, sweet face. couldn't explain it. 

he was the embodiment of the lost soul trapped within her.