04-21-2016, 12:03 PM
someday i'll soar, someday i'll be so much more,
because i'm bigger than my body gives me credit for.
because i'm bigger than my body gives me credit for.
His brother presses his ear to his chest and listens, recognizing the irregularity in its ragged beating, feeling the way that it thumps twice and then skips a beat and then thrice more, and quietly, Argo comes undone. The very same hot searing tears sting at the corners of his eyes, and though he tries to blink them away, it is of no use - they are unstoppable. He swallows heavily as he listens to his brother's words, but the silence that lingered before it weighed more heavily on him. Pressing his cheek to his chest, he listens again to his healthy thrumming heartbeat, which falls into such an exquisite, beautiful rhythm that he is envious beyond words.
There, he remains, quietly absorbing his older brother's words - Nevi knew best, after all - Nevi must know best. He is everything Argo has ever aspired to be, and with each new day, he strives to be a little more like him. A little more independent. A little more solemn. A little more serious. He is everything that Argo is not, and he hopes that one day, he can stand to be as brave and as fearless and as intelligent as he is. He does not wholly know his struggle. He does not yet know of his heartache, of his deeply-embedded depression that drew him away from his mother's side this morning and into this dreary, damp cave opening. He does not yet know of his sorrow and his longing, and one day, he will, but for now, he only sees his hero.
Do you know what you are? he asks, and Argo shakes his head no as his forelock is brushed aside tenderly. There are times in which he thinks for a fleeting moment he might, but it often disintegrates into hopelessness and frustration and ire. You are made from love, and you're surrounded by it, and he knows this much is too true. His mother dotes over him and watches him with such pure, unfiltered and unadulterated emotion and adoration that he cannot help but feel her love radiate from her bay sabino pelt as she lavishes him with soft kisses and sweet words. His father is always near, always an ever-lingering presence, and though his affection does not run as freely, he often does lay beside Argo in the shadows of night to soothe him back to sleep from the night terrors that have plagued him.
His sister Maribel, sweet and fascinating with her vibrant color changing, always manages to make him laugh, and sees nothing wrong with him, even when he cannot run as fast as she can or even when he cannot run at all. And then there is Nevi, again - sweet Nevi. He is loved, undeniably so, and for a moment, it warms his raggedly beating heart. He nods quietly and looks up, searching his eyes and finding so much more within them. He finally rests his small maw again onto his brother's silvery black back, whuffing softly into his soft tresses with a soft sigh.
"It does. It does scare me, and I know it scares Mama and Papa too. I don't want to let them down," He mumbles, his low voice echoing against the stone close to his face. "I will, Nevi. I will." And he knows that Nevi is right, because Nevi is always right. Maybe he cannot run, or go as far, or play as freely, but he is Argo, and that is something special - because he is loved by so many, and if his jagged little heart could not work physically, he would push it to work emotionally, and he would love them wholly in return.
There, he remains, quietly absorbing his older brother's words - Nevi knew best, after all - Nevi must know best. He is everything Argo has ever aspired to be, and with each new day, he strives to be a little more like him. A little more independent. A little more solemn. A little more serious. He is everything that Argo is not, and he hopes that one day, he can stand to be as brave and as fearless and as intelligent as he is. He does not wholly know his struggle. He does not yet know of his heartache, of his deeply-embedded depression that drew him away from his mother's side this morning and into this dreary, damp cave opening. He does not yet know of his sorrow and his longing, and one day, he will, but for now, he only sees his hero.
Do you know what you are? he asks, and Argo shakes his head no as his forelock is brushed aside tenderly. There are times in which he thinks for a fleeting moment he might, but it often disintegrates into hopelessness and frustration and ire. You are made from love, and you're surrounded by it, and he knows this much is too true. His mother dotes over him and watches him with such pure, unfiltered and unadulterated emotion and adoration that he cannot help but feel her love radiate from her bay sabino pelt as she lavishes him with soft kisses and sweet words. His father is always near, always an ever-lingering presence, and though his affection does not run as freely, he often does lay beside Argo in the shadows of night to soothe him back to sleep from the night terrors that have plagued him.
His sister Maribel, sweet and fascinating with her vibrant color changing, always manages to make him laugh, and sees nothing wrong with him, even when he cannot run as fast as she can or even when he cannot run at all. And then there is Nevi, again - sweet Nevi. He is loved, undeniably so, and for a moment, it warms his raggedly beating heart. He nods quietly and looks up, searching his eyes and finding so much more within them. He finally rests his small maw again onto his brother's silvery black back, whuffing softly into his soft tresses with a soft sigh.
"It does. It does scare me, and I know it scares Mama and Papa too. I don't want to let them down," He mumbles, his low voice echoing against the stone close to his face. "I will, Nevi. I will." And he knows that Nevi is right, because Nevi is always right. Maybe he cannot run, or go as far, or play as freely, but he is Argo, and that is something special - because he is loved by so many, and if his jagged little heart could not work physically, he would push it to work emotionally, and he would love them wholly in return.
Argo
the fragile ice prince