(young adulthood (adulthood) ) A new perspective on the world is gained
His morning starts the same as it always does. He stands in front of the gaudiest of mirrors in his apartment as he prepares for the day. Soft music drifts in through the open window, as well as sweet smells of perfumes and elegance from the streets below. Moebus looked at himself in the mirror. His blonde hair hung uncharacteristically around his face, coming to rest on his shoulders. He would like to wear his hair like this someday, it was quite freeing.
He picked up his hair tie and pulled his hair back and tied it in a tight ponytail. Wearing his hair in such a way was not proper for someone of his standing. He was not free.
He stepped away from the mirror and entered the kitchen where his brother sat eating a slice of bread with sugar and butter on it, an old favorite of theirs. Moebus pulled out the chair across from his brother and sat.
“How is mother?” He asked. Omar turned his eyes up at him only slightly. “She is fine, she is far better than what she has been for years.” Omar responded quietly. Moebus nodded, he didn’t talk very well about his mother. Despite her being his mother, he did not know her that well.
He decided to change the subject.
“Brother?” He began looking to him again.
“Hm?” Omar responded raising only his eyebrows, now looking down at a sheet of paper on the table.
“Why do you tell no one we are kin?” Moebus asked resting his head on his hand.
“Because I have an image to uphold.” He said standing as he finished his bread. “I know better than to trust you to keep up your’s.” Moebus looked at him then quickly turned away. That was an answer he came to expect from him.
