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04-22-2016, 08:33 PM
  Milo | Knox And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again [ ooc/notes | word count | tags ] My understanding of morality is tenuous. I know only as much as I can observe. So I know that when my father speaks of himself in such great terms, and as if he is not himself, that he is lying. I do not, however, quite know that lying is bad. None of that matters, though. I learn soon enough that this white stallion is somehow my father's brother, my uncle, a relative beyond the small scope that I knew and thought was everything. And my father's mother... so, my grandmother? What is this wickedness that father speaks of, the evil in her bones? Is that where my father has gotten his troubles from? Will they take root in me? I shake my head, looking away from them both. It's all too much to take in, and I find that the fiery bird moving closer to me is not only fascinating but simpler than dealing in the interaction between the pair. I keep just one ear turned to my father, in case he says anything more, but there's only the insult to my silence. Then again, am I really able to think that much should be expected of me? What am I to do to prove myself if I can't talk, if I can barely talk? Softly I extend my nose and exhale, hoping to gently nuzzle the creature's beak, then the top of its head that it offers. The creature feels warm, almost. I cast a sidelong glance at my father. Is he really right? Can I really say nothing at all? I open my mouth to speak, to whisper a soft hello to the creature. My lips part, my gold eyes flutter closed. Something like a half-breath comes out, a beautiful attempt at a syllabic confession, but... no. Why would anyone want to listen? "" running in the shadows |
