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cancry2020-12-06 07:30 am
ourtomorrow) wrote in cancry2020-12-06 07:30 am
all tween heartthrobs are angsty as hell
A-ah......AAUGH!
[ It happens because of sunlight.
The boy had been drifting through Limbo, as he does every day - reporting to a school without any sense of how he gets there or how he returns, or even where he returns - when the sight of sunlight shifting against a wall had caught his eye. He'd paused, for the first time, reflected upon this. Sunlight means it's gotten warmer, doesn't it? And warmer means....seasons....
....wait, do seasons exist here, so then how does he know what they are
where is he going
why is he going there
what is he doing here
he's
he's
It hits him like a slap to the face, and he's running through the streets now, pushing past people (sorry), trying to make sense, for the first time, of the roads and the paths and route he's been gliding down every day without thinking, but it doesn't, and the MORE he thinks about it the more lost he gets, this isn't normal, this isn't right, and the reason it's like this is because it's....because he's....
I'm dead, the boy realizes, and that knowledge comes coupled with another thought. He doesn't know where it's come from, but only that it opens a pit in his stomach that he feels himself falling into.
I've failed. ]
I-it can't be...It can't be!
[ Someone will be hurt, if he dies - it's burned into the core he's only just realized he has, an aversion to being dead, an aversion to doing harm. To whom? He doesn't remember. Who has meaning to him? What meaning does he have to himself....?!
Oh. This stops him. And he finally falls to his knees. ]
W-who am I....?
[ Weird that a kid this bland-looking could be so dramatic. But here he be. Good luck with that. ]
[ It happens because of sunlight.
The boy had been drifting through Limbo, as he does every day - reporting to a school without any sense of how he gets there or how he returns, or even where he returns - when the sight of sunlight shifting against a wall had caught his eye. He'd paused, for the first time, reflected upon this. Sunlight means it's gotten warmer, doesn't it? And warmer means....seasons....
....wait, do seasons exist here, so then how does he know what they are
where is he going
why is he going there
what is he doing here
he's
he's
It hits him like a slap to the face, and he's running through the streets now, pushing past people (sorry), trying to make sense, for the first time, of the roads and the paths and route he's been gliding down every day without thinking, but it doesn't, and the MORE he thinks about it the more lost he gets, this isn't normal, this isn't right, and the reason it's like this is because it's....because he's....
I'm dead, the boy realizes, and that knowledge comes coupled with another thought. He doesn't know where it's come from, but only that it opens a pit in his stomach that he feels himself falling into.
I've failed. ]
I-it can't be...It can't be!
[ Someone will be hurt, if he dies - it's burned into the core he's only just realized he has, an aversion to being dead, an aversion to doing harm. To whom? He doesn't remember. Who has meaning to him? What meaning does he have to himself....?!
Oh. This stops him. And he finally falls to his knees. ]
W-who am I....?
[ Weird that a kid this bland-looking could be so dramatic. But here he be. Good luck with that. ]
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Why would you....do this for me?
[ He doesn't understand. Just because he's awoken, he's part of an "us"? But he knows nothing, and he's a child. Won't he just get in the way....
And this guilt he can't banish makes him suspect he's done something terrible to end up here, too. ]
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...The simplest answer is because I believe it to be the right thing to do. We have all gone through this, some of us even wandered through this place for hours or days all on our own, and it is not exactly a pleasant experience. I do not wish for anyone to be alone in this, no matter who they are.
[ But that's not really it, is it Beast? ]
But the more honest answer is... as a father I just simply cannot leave a distressed child alone.
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Beast remembered he was a father, and therefore, he wants to help the boy. The boy's distress causes him pain.
Someone cares. ]
I see. [ He blinks; are those tears? Are they left over from earlier, or from this...? Either way, he'll try to meet Beast's eyes, and attempt a smile.
He sucks at it. Not the least because his lower lip is quivering. But it's an attempt. ] Thank you....for finding me.
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And yet it also gives him some pain too, as it reminds him of his own child and the past he has still yet to fully reclaim.
He bends down and reaches out to pat the boy's head. ]
You're very welcome, my dear. I am glad to have found you.
[ And then he pauses, noting the tears, and quickly digs into his side bag to pull out a handkerchief to offer should he like to use it. ]
Here. Dry those tears now.
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Either way, he nods when he sees the handkerchief - touched all over again that it's being offered - and, so as not to reject Beast's feelings, takes it. ] Mm.
[ He daubs at his face with gentle focus. Tears....This means a lot to him, for some reason. This is the sort of thing that means a lot. He'll have to remember that, now that he's able to make experiences he'll remember.
Someday, it has to make sense. ]