Where are we supposed to go?
I want you to remember this.
Just because I understand,
doesn't mean I really care.
Grayson was nothing impressive. His physical appearance was relatively distant from his fathers looking more like his mother in anyone else. His straight auburn hair compared to his mothers fire-like red and his fathers sandy brown. His chocolate coated eyes were extremely dark compared to his fathers intensely fierce blue ones. Nothing on his face was comparable to Declan, only his natural tone for muscling and his slender fit. He had inherited some of his fathers powers, one’s he had learned to control at a rather slow pace and hardly found it necessary to use them with anyone but his family. Sometimes he found his powers flickering rather chaotically, he was still fighting and endless battle to contain them. He found them more of a burden then a blessing.
Hearing your mothers thoughts was not always something a child wanted to listen in on, nor take part in. He often found himself outwitted and undoubtfully alone in many situations, feeling rather put down and out of place. Saffron, his younger sister, was quite and reserved in the relative sense, nothing like the loud and sometimes obnoxious boy who couldn’t help but blurt out things he had found that were interesting. He didn’t understand that people needed space and sometimes the things he said were hurtful and much rather too blunt for anyone else’s tastes. He was an impulsive child, someone who decided to do something just on a whim. Something his mother sometimes found distasteful because she would have to chase him all over the place. Once he set his mind to something he wanted to do it, and he wanted to finish it. Something that would follow him later on in life and would probably be a desirable trait in any solider boy.
Besides that he often find himself quite inclined to thinking something was horribly wrong with him. One time his mother said that if he made a funny face it would stick like that. The boy was so afraid of making faces he would double check in the mirror four, five, six times a day to make sure that it didn’t stick. He would find out later, usually because of his mind reading ability that his mother had been kidding and that in fact she couldn’t stop laughing at the boys antics. He would get furious, the boy would be nothing short of a rebel as he gets older, perhaps capable of the things his father has done but to a small extent. It was hard to say if the boy would be one of the good-bad boys, or rather he would change to the darker side of life when and if he found out who his father was. He might after all, resent him for not being there during his childhood or want to be apart of whatever it is that he has.
Either way, at this current stage in the boys life, it was hard to understand and determine which direction he could possibly take in the future, after all, it was quite a ways away.
The boy was still aw-struck at the castle that he had barley heard the other boy say hello to him. He walked aimlessly almost as if the castle was drawing him closer. It wasn’t until Era his Australian Cattle Dog familiar bark lightly in greeting that the boy noticed the other running across the yard. A smile rose on his face, for some reason he had never thought other boys would be here. Only men in their gallant solider uniforms and horses dressed in brilliant garments. “Hello.“ He waved fiercely. “Well..“ He stared as his chocolate eyes stared back up at the castle. “My mother said I could come today…“ He paused attempting to decide whether he wanted to share the rest of it or not. “I’ve always wanted to come to the castle.“ He raised his wooded sword with great pride. “I wanted to try and get a glimpse of Arthur!“ He tried to show him his sword maneuvering moves which at this point would of looked clumsy to Tristan but seemed perfected in the boys mind. “He’s kind of my here. I’m Grayson by the way, what is your name?“ Era sat down beside the boy panting happily, gad to see there might actually be another boy for him to play fight with and not be the one who had to do it all the time.
GRAYSON & ERA;
meaningless son of declan and serafina |
|