02-12-2019, 04:54 AM
Defy was thoroughly unimpressed with this whole dumb sister situation. They didn’t need him to protect them, not at all. They had their own daddy, and they had each other, and he guessed they even had Momma too, even if he didn’t like the idea of sharing her. The one already didn’t like him, looking at him and then curling in tighter to her twin looking just as miserable that he existed as he’d been at the news that he didn’t get to have Momma all to himself forever. And the other one, the one whose name was a D-name but not a D-name but he already couldn’t remember how to say it, she squared off and drew herself up and smirked down at him like she was better than him! And made baby sound like a taunt instead of a cuddle like it always sounded coming from Momma and Daddy.
He scowled harder, glaring at her and huffing and standing up tall too, rustling his little chicken wings and resettling them against his sides. He opened his mouth to fire back some kinda sassy comeback, but then Momma fussed over the quieter one and he wilted a little, ‘cause he knew she wanted them to get along and be nice to each other. Which was so, so impossible, they were stealing her and she was his and it wasn’t fair! But she had that soft look in her eyes as she looked at the girls, the one he’d thought all this time was just for him and Daddy, and it stole all the smart right outta his mouth and left his heart hurting and his dumb little wings drooping and his shoulders slumping.
He hated everything, and he just wanted to go curl up in a ball and be miserable. But he couldn’t, or he’d be letting Daddy down. And Momma would be sad. He couldn’t even stomp off and be mad, even though it was bubbling up inside him trying to chase away the confusion and the hurt with something easier and safer and louder and way more satisfying than dumb old sad anyhow. So he just stood there watching Momma love somebody who wasn’t him, his whole little body practically vibrating with loud, confusing, clashy, awful feelings that he didn’t know what to do with, his scowl getting deeper and deeper ‘til it felt like he was gonna explode or his head was gonna crack in two.
He scowled harder, glaring at her and huffing and standing up tall too, rustling his little chicken wings and resettling them against his sides. He opened his mouth to fire back some kinda sassy comeback, but then Momma fussed over the quieter one and he wilted a little, ‘cause he knew she wanted them to get along and be nice to each other. Which was so, so impossible, they were stealing her and she was his and it wasn’t fair! But she had that soft look in her eyes as she looked at the girls, the one he’d thought all this time was just for him and Daddy, and it stole all the smart right outta his mouth and left his heart hurting and his dumb little wings drooping and his shoulders slumping.
He hated everything, and he just wanted to go curl up in a ball and be miserable. But he couldn’t, or he’d be letting Daddy down. And Momma would be sad. He couldn’t even stomp off and be mad, even though it was bubbling up inside him trying to chase away the confusion and the hurt with something easier and safer and louder and way more satisfying than dumb old sad anyhow. So he just stood there watching Momma love somebody who wasn’t him, his whole little body practically vibrating with loud, confusing, clashy, awful feelings that he didn’t know what to do with, his scowl getting deeper and deeper ‘til it felt like he was gonna explode or his head was gonna crack in two.