09-13-2021, 05:11 PM
It is late in the day when he finds himself returning from adventures at the waterfall with his mom. He thinks she must know it has become one of his favorite places, because she takes him there almost daily now to play beneath the falling water and wade in the more shallow depths. There are even a few fluertles that wander along the grassy shores there - turtles native to the Pampas that carry flower beds on their large shelled backs. He likes to try and pick them out from the flower fields before they start to move.
He is pleasantly tired from a day of fun and sunshine, of playing with mom while she tries not to look like she is full of tears. He hasn’t told her that he can hear their pain, that sometimes thoughts slip into his head that aren’t his own and whisper secrets to him, truths not meant for his young ears. She is sad that he lost his sister, sad that she lost a daughter. Just like his father is sad that he let Revna die, that he let them all down. Like he is scared that he won’t be a good dad.
There is a weight it places inside Obsidio’s chest, a quiet that is made of both sorrow and confusion because while he knows there is a piece of his heart that went missing in those early moments, she is already becoming a stranger to him. He thinks she was the same color as mom, that cool heather gray, but he cannot remember her face. There might have been gold like him and dad, or less like mom. Might have been none at all, and it seems the harder he tries to remember, the less of her he is allowed to keep. He never even got to know her voice. These are the moments mom looks at him and worries, the moments she wonders about what dark lives inside him.
There is plenty, he would tell her if he thought it wouldn’t make her cry, but it is not so heavy as hers. Not so heavy to drown him.
When they climb back up the hill, there is a figure in the near distance that sets his little heart racing inside his chest. A tall, dark man all draped in gold, with long, elegant ears and flecks of gold that glint like stardust beneath the sun even at this distance. “Mom?” He asks, and when he turns to find her she is already smiling in her quiet way, already reaching down to brush a kiss over shining, golden brow. “Of course, love, go on. Tell him hello from me.” So he leaves her with a grin, dashes off a few strides to see his father and then stops abruptly when he hears her pang of secret sorrow. “I love you mom!” He has turned to face her again, his star-soaked face awash in a hundred shades of gleaming gold and swirling constellation. “I love you more.” And it is only when he hears that sorrow ease again that he continues his way across the grassy meadow to where his father waits.
He all but falls into the dark stallion, tumbling against Obscene’s chest because he knows what his father does not, that the fae stallion is the best dad. “Mom says hi.” He tells the man, and his young face has a shy kind of softness when he twists to look up at his fathers dark face. “I missed you, dad.” When he climbs out from the embrace of his fathers chest, he does not go farther than a shoulder away. “I saw the fluertles again today by the waterfall! Mom says they glow at night but she won’t let me see because I’m supposed to be sleeping.” He sighs like this is such a great burden to him. “Maybe you could tell her how important it is that I see them.” He is trying so hard for nonchalance, pawing at a clump of grass with one shining golden foreleg. “She’d probably listen to you.”
He is pleasantly tired from a day of fun and sunshine, of playing with mom while she tries not to look like she is full of tears. He hasn’t told her that he can hear their pain, that sometimes thoughts slip into his head that aren’t his own and whisper secrets to him, truths not meant for his young ears. She is sad that he lost his sister, sad that she lost a daughter. Just like his father is sad that he let Revna die, that he let them all down. Like he is scared that he won’t be a good dad.
There is a weight it places inside Obsidio’s chest, a quiet that is made of both sorrow and confusion because while he knows there is a piece of his heart that went missing in those early moments, she is already becoming a stranger to him. He thinks she was the same color as mom, that cool heather gray, but he cannot remember her face. There might have been gold like him and dad, or less like mom. Might have been none at all, and it seems the harder he tries to remember, the less of her he is allowed to keep. He never even got to know her voice. These are the moments mom looks at him and worries, the moments she wonders about what dark lives inside him.
There is plenty, he would tell her if he thought it wouldn’t make her cry, but it is not so heavy as hers. Not so heavy to drown him.
When they climb back up the hill, there is a figure in the near distance that sets his little heart racing inside his chest. A tall, dark man all draped in gold, with long, elegant ears and flecks of gold that glint like stardust beneath the sun even at this distance. “Mom?” He asks, and when he turns to find her she is already smiling in her quiet way, already reaching down to brush a kiss over shining, golden brow. “Of course, love, go on. Tell him hello from me.” So he leaves her with a grin, dashes off a few strides to see his father and then stops abruptly when he hears her pang of secret sorrow. “I love you mom!” He has turned to face her again, his star-soaked face awash in a hundred shades of gleaming gold and swirling constellation. “I love you more.” And it is only when he hears that sorrow ease again that he continues his way across the grassy meadow to where his father waits.
He all but falls into the dark stallion, tumbling against Obscene’s chest because he knows what his father does not, that the fae stallion is the best dad. “Mom says hi.” He tells the man, and his young face has a shy kind of softness when he twists to look up at his fathers dark face. “I missed you, dad.” When he climbs out from the embrace of his fathers chest, he does not go farther than a shoulder away. “I saw the fluertles again today by the waterfall! Mom says they glow at night but she won’t let me see because I’m supposed to be sleeping.” He sighs like this is such a great burden to him. “Maybe you could tell her how important it is that I see them.” He is trying so hard for nonchalance, pawing at a clump of grass with one shining golden foreleg. “She’d probably listen to you.”