Heron Lake Plateau Motivation proclamation

the more words spoken, the less tegan did. he said nothing, did nothing, thought nothing. at least, it wasn't apparent that he was thinking. truthfully, at any given moment, you could look at tegan and think a monkey was basking cymbals in his head. but, oh, don't worry. that boy had plenty of thoughts. 

his parents were leaving. and while the expectation was that tegan should follow, there was too much going on in the firebirds for him to even begin to consider it. bat's mom, for one. her siblings. niamh was there. now clover was going. 

hurt stabbed through the blackthorn boys chest, but his expression remained entirely blank -- save for the gentle furrow of his brow, which creased and uncreased just once, and just for a few seconds. his gaze found no one except the ground in front of him. he didn't leave, but he didn't speak. what would he even say?