on the forefinger of an alderman

Moath · (This post was last modified: February 16, 2019, 12:23 PM by Moath.)

yes <3 sweets

There was nowhere left to go, nowhere left to run. Panic crept up my throat as I ran into yet another dead end, and realized he had led me here. Turning around, I found him...

Something nearly feral scrapped rapidly against his lungs as though a rat had crawled in and felt the organ was a trap meant to escape from. It hurt, and each smarting scramble tightened his chest even more. All of it resides in him, his stoic face remaining after the gentle caress had come to cease. It was strange, but he had no inclination what to do with the hurt the love had inflicted on him.

So he stood there, keeping silent as she instructed him to go there, and wait for her, passively the command was hidden. But he had gathered it as any mechanical organism would, picking up the suggestion and turning the key to make that lock law. He would wait for Mother.
And they would be at Home.

Watching her vanish into the disappearing day, he waited until she was no longer visible even to his keen blank stare, before he headed where Midar told him the rest of the Melonii were.

And there, he would wait.

And in silence, he waited.