03-01-2022, 09:36 AM
Change is the way of the world, and Saffron, always the most pragmatic, had accepted that as fact. That hadn’t stopped him from aching for their broken trio. From missing the closeness they had shared as children. Nor had it stopped him from trying to sneak out to see him. It’s exactly what he had intended to do before he was snatched into the nightmare that brought this curse to him.
Since that night however, he has only tried to live with his new reality. They had all been so close once, and now he could not even hug them for fear of the hungry branches trying to root into his siblings as well.
As the large cat drops from the tree and morphs into Bolder, a pang echoes through Saffron’s chest. For all that he is no longer lanky with youth, Bolder’s face is even more familiar to him than his own. He notes the changes as his eyes roam over his brother, but the similarities are far greater than any changes he sees. He wants to smile. Wants it so badly that his lips begin to curl before the pain reminds him it’s not worth it.
As he stares at the brother he hasn’t seen in far too long, there is so much he wants to say. He wants nothing more than to pull him into an embrace, but he does not. Just as with his other siblings, he doesn’t dare get too close. Finally Saffron settles with something simple. He’s not sure he could manage long sentences yet anyway. Not when every word grates so painfully across his throat. “I’ve missed you.”
Since that night however, he has only tried to live with his new reality. They had all been so close once, and now he could not even hug them for fear of the hungry branches trying to root into his siblings as well.
As the large cat drops from the tree and morphs into Bolder, a pang echoes through Saffron’s chest. For all that he is no longer lanky with youth, Bolder’s face is even more familiar to him than his own. He notes the changes as his eyes roam over his brother, but the similarities are far greater than any changes he sees. He wants to smile. Wants it so badly that his lips begin to curl before the pain reminds him it’s not worth it.
As he stares at the brother he hasn’t seen in far too long, there is so much he wants to say. He wants nothing more than to pull him into an embrace, but he does not. Just as with his other siblings, he doesn’t dare get too close. Finally Saffron settles with something simple. He’s not sure he could manage long sentences yet anyway. Not when every word grates so painfully across his throat. “I’ve missed you.”
Saffron
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