[open] Little Sister

[Tioga]

You were automatic, as hollow as the 'o' in God.

She is afraid, afraid of me. I look to the ground for one fleeting moment, coppery eyes finding the grasses and purple flowers before returning to the girl in front of me. She too looks away, looks back as if someone else should be there, or she wants someone else to be there. She wants anyone but me and I can see it written all over her youthful features.

I sigh, heavily, burdened. I’m always dealing with this, this intimidation that comes from my size or I chalk it up to size, surely it can be nothing else. I am calm when I approach, slowly making my way to others. I’m kind enough too aren’t I? I greet them carefully, patiently letting the words flow from my lips in their thick mess as I try my best to pronounce things I can no longer hear.

Watching her watch me is all I can do, do I make her that nervous, that uncomfortable?

“I’m sorry,” I try. “I didn’t mean to spook you. Are you okay, have you found your others yet?” So many questions and I would have a time understanding her answers, a task reading her lips to know her words. I watch her mouth now, train my eyes on them so I may know things, so I might learn. “Speak slowly please. I can’t hear you see,” I explain why my eyes drill holes at the end of her nose, my eyes don’t even flick up at her own as I reveal this knowledge- I might miss something said.

{TIOGA}

khaos x wichita

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