01-22-2021, 11:00 PM
Brandy had heard much of his mother. The seizure, the battle with Stryker, the taste of hesitance in the air with every word they spoke of her. His heart twisted. Sure, he'd like to stroll in like he knew her, and say nothing, but every part of the child that still crying out inside of him wouldn't allow it. He stopped as he came upon her, his vision swimming for a long moment, breath held and ears lowered.
He just couldn't help it.
Brandyskies didn't know who he was meant to be. But he knew his mother. She was strong, fearless, yet had her own deep dark fears and insecurities- the perfect mother, tender and alive. Protection, the feeling of that three o clock sun against your fur and the sound of the crashing waves as your sunbathing. Light, in the absence of it, came from her- a beacon towards home. The freedom of seagulls as they called and soared overhead, laughing at each other and swooping for food in an endless cycle of live, breathe, fly. But she was still that prowling tiger, dangerous and wild if something she loved was threatened. Standing as a retaining wall against the sea- nothing could move her, nothing could break her.
He was ever confident, despite his fear, his bone chilling sadness, that she would move past this. Come back ever stronger. But there was still that worm of doubt that chewed it's way from the fear in his throat and chest, circling his brain. What if she doesn't come back? What if she never, ever remembers? His fur stood on end as that thought crossed his brain in the menial seconds right after she spoke to him. He swallowed thickly, stepping closer. "Sorry. I don't mean to.." His eyes turned away for a moment, before quickly returning.
"I know there's.. a lot of confusion about me and my twin, and it's.." He was hardly finding his words, his tongue feeling like a rag in a pipe. He shook his head. "My name is Brandyskies." He said. He looked back towards her, some kind of strange determination surging in his chest now. Perhaps it was the tiny traces of anger still lingering about his newfound twin.
"SPEECH"
[align=center]♡♡♡He just couldn't help it.
Brandyskies didn't know who he was meant to be. But he knew his mother. She was strong, fearless, yet had her own deep dark fears and insecurities- the perfect mother, tender and alive. Protection, the feeling of that three o clock sun against your fur and the sound of the crashing waves as your sunbathing. Light, in the absence of it, came from her- a beacon towards home. The freedom of seagulls as they called and soared overhead, laughing at each other and swooping for food in an endless cycle of live, breathe, fly. But she was still that prowling tiger, dangerous and wild if something she loved was threatened. Standing as a retaining wall against the sea- nothing could move her, nothing could break her.
He was ever confident, despite his fear, his bone chilling sadness, that she would move past this. Come back ever stronger. But there was still that worm of doubt that chewed it's way from the fear in his throat and chest, circling his brain. What if she doesn't come back? What if she never, ever remembers? His fur stood on end as that thought crossed his brain in the menial seconds right after she spoke to him. He swallowed thickly, stepping closer. "Sorry. I don't mean to.." His eyes turned away for a moment, before quickly returning.
"I know there's.. a lot of confusion about me and my twin, and it's.." He was hardly finding his words, his tongue feeling like a rag in a pipe. He shook his head. "My name is Brandyskies." He said. He looked back towards her, some kind of strange determination surging in his chest now. Perhaps it was the tiny traces of anger still lingering about his newfound twin.
"SPEECH"
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TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN