12-12-2015, 11:44 PM
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
The shadow child wasn’t a stranger to empty nest syndrome. He hasn’t seen Lujza or Baptiste in years. Nebibi decided to strike out on her own and even his blue girl Wayra has left his side. He didn’t have a permanent home that he could surround himself with the same people every day. Michaelis made his home in the meadow where he was raised - where nameless others constantly passed to and fro through.
He hasn’t found many that he would consider to be his. But perhaps that was due to his selective nature than any lack of opportunity that may have presented itself. He’d prefer his chosen few to remain gathered at his side but he knew they wouldn’t flourish unless they were free to do as they pleased. Reluctantly, this leaves him without his treasures on hand and available for his admiring perusal.
Mismatched eyes scan the meadow for interesting or even familiar faces. They linger on a lone mare that stood in the shallow waters of a small lake. But this was a face he’s met before. Delightedly, he begins to head straight towards her. He mentally picks up a smooth stone on his way and skips it out on the water a couple of feet away from where she stands.
He smoothly slides to a halts alongside her and joins the spotted mare in the waters. Flashing her a smug grin, he nudges her shoulder in greeting.
“I notice you’re grounded today.”
( The Shadow Child )