Abysm notices that her eyes are even more beautiful than her face. But he wonders how his eyes must appear to her. He feels like they are two bruises set in a lost boy’s face. Truth be told, bruised and lost is how he feels.
I shouldn’t have come.
The thought is there and gone before it can even register in his face. If he feels any remorse in that moment, it is for leaving his father alone to face the world. Abysm understands the shadows better now that she stands in front of him. Nothing ever seemed half as drab and gray as the land around them. Like all the color drained out of it to make her that much more vibrant and alive.
I’m here now. She’s here now.
It echoes in his head. This sentiment that he can’t just turn tail and run now. Not now that he’d started them down this trail to recovering whatever it is they can recover of their nonexistent relationship as mother and son.
Then comes her command even though it is disguised as a question wrapped in a whisper. Followed by a bold step taken forward and he narrows his eyes at her. Suspicion and childish pent-up hurt cloud his face as he continues to stare at her as her eyes look him over. Was he not good enough for her? Was he not everything she’d dreamt him to be?
Doubt hardens him. He tries to make himself seem taller and more imperious as his stare changes to more of a glare now. Abysm half expects her to find some fault in him then send him away. He struggles with the fact that neither Rapt nor him had anything to do with her going away in the first place. That it was all her fault and none of theirs.
Her polite plea undoes him and his puffed up chest deflates. “Okay,” says his mouth, shaky and unsure as his face softens into the lost boy’s face who only wants his mother.
“Mama?” the lost boy in a dream asks, looking out from his face. “Why’d you go away?”
@[Kagerus] he’s just a boy who wants his mama’s love ❤️