Where are we supposed to go?
I want you to remember this.
Just because I understand,
doesn't mean I really care.
Grayson far beyond any ability to comprehend the ideas behind complex emotions. Being still so young he was still raped inside his own foolish and rather innocent acts. He wasn’t aware his capabilities to look just that, foolish, young and inadequately innocent. To Tristan he was probably of boy filled with complete irrational thoughts and actions, but to Grayson he was being nothing more then himself. He wasn’t aware that his words actually struck emotions into the hearts and minds of his fellow youth, the boy wasn’t particularly mentally incapable of understanding that he was just young. Having being used to playing and growing up by himself most of the time he hadn’t had a chance to blossom into something that wasn’t quite as arrogant as he was today. Perhaps that was what his mothers goal was for this little exploration to the castle, a chance for him to grow up. But after all, there was no way of really telling.
Grayson eyes widened with childish exaggeration as he pointed down to the ground. “Here? You live, here“ While pointing its obvious to note that he was not talking about this specific spot just in general since they were here, at the castle grounds, after all. The boy placed a hand behind his head as he rubbed his scruffy dark hair. “Your like, the luckiest kid on earth!“ He exclaimed. “You’ve even got a pony?“ Grayson looked at the boy with awe and a hint of jealousy, it wasn’t the angry jealously but just enough to make him wish that he was him instead of himself. Nodding vigorously he smiled. “I would love to help, come on Era!“ The small Australian cattle dog pup bounded between his feet. It wasn’t till this moment he actually got over the glamour that seemed to shadow Tristan that he noticed his odd forest green familiar, the large and unusual dog kept close to his fairy. Grayson didn’t quite no what to think of him as he stared down at his own puppy familiar, the difference in size was almost uncanny. Taking his hand he scuffed the back of her ear with affection.
Grasping his sword as Tristan complimented him he couldn’t help but beam. It wasn’t till he had said teach him the proper way to handle a sword that he realized there was even a proper way. Embarrassment fled into Grayson like a disease. His heart sank lightly at the thought that he had looked much more like an idiot than an expert. A deep sigh escaped as he looked to Tristan, the boy who had everything. A soft smile escaped, it wasn’t until this moment that he realized life wasn’t always about him. And instead of getting angry at what he couldn’t control he laughed half heartedly, “I would lie that.“
He walked into the door Tristan had opened for him, as he nodded at the sound of Arthur, his personal hero. He waited for him as he walked over and picked up two brushes and handed one to him. Grasping it he smiled and tried to repeat the motions that Tristan was making on the horses. Placing the brush against the horses coat he began to move it with the movement of the hair. “It’s nice to meet you too Tristan.“ It was honest, he was, despite the feelings that had began to overcome him, he liked Tristan, he really did, he just couldn’t help but feel this need to want to be more like him, it was unnerving. But he tried to enjoy himself, actually, he was enjoying himself. “Heard of your father?“ He said bluntly as if he would have been surprised? “ How so? Mother doesn’t let me get out much and she hardly ever brings anyone over.“ His laid a hand on he pony as he continued to smile. “This is fun.“ he said.
GRAYSON & ERA;
meaningless son of declan and serafina |
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