11-17-2019, 09:04 PM
elio
gone was the way we were, just like the days we'd burn
It is interesting, to say the least, to compare Elio’s perspective of his father against his sibling’s. Celina (his favorite sibling—but don’t tell her that) still seems to carry that unconditional love for Bane that her younger brother so envies. He sees that innocence and longs for it.
His mind is black as coal with a new wave of emotion: panic. His thoughts are dark enough to match the black sheep’s wool he wears.
I’m not one of them.
And perhaps that is the crux of Lepis’ stories: Elio now grows differently from his family. They were a family carried together by the basket their parents’ weaved, that strength evident in all of the dunalino’s siblings. He cannot help but to think he is the reed that snapped, and his beloved family will tumble to their painful fates all because Elio is not strong enough to keep his parents together.
Of course, the boy is not quite emotionally intelligent enough to think these things clearly, but the suffering is present in the way his chest clenches.
Lepis’ familiar voice draws the colt from his reverie, a hesitant smile curling one side of his mouth. He peers up at her with almost sleepy eyes, a film that might mask the constant rush of thoughts uprooting the once firm saplings in his mind.
“Hey, Mom,” he replies with a voice just on the cusp of puberty. She smells like home, like Taiga, like his mom. “Nothing, really. Just thinkin’.” His wings ruffle against his sides and and Lepis’ chest when he leans into her embrace. “What have you been doing?” is his final retort as he cranes his neck around to brush his muzzle against hers. A grin paints his face.
His mind is black as coal with a new wave of emotion: panic. His thoughts are dark enough to match the black sheep’s wool he wears.
I’m not one of them.
And perhaps that is the crux of Lepis’ stories: Elio now grows differently from his family. They were a family carried together by the basket their parents’ weaved, that strength evident in all of the dunalino’s siblings. He cannot help but to think he is the reed that snapped, and his beloved family will tumble to their painful fates all because Elio is not strong enough to keep his parents together.
Of course, the boy is not quite emotionally intelligent enough to think these things clearly, but the suffering is present in the way his chest clenches.
Lepis’ familiar voice draws the colt from his reverie, a hesitant smile curling one side of his mouth. He peers up at her with almost sleepy eyes, a film that might mask the constant rush of thoughts uprooting the once firm saplings in his mind.
“Hey, Mom,” he replies with a voice just on the cusp of puberty. She smells like home, like Taiga, like his mom. “Nothing, really. Just thinkin’.” His wings ruffle against his sides and and Lepis’ chest when he leans into her embrace. “What have you been doing?” is his final retort as he cranes his neck around to brush his muzzle against hers. A grin paints his face.
@[Lepis] this was so hard to focus on so here's some weird rambling