ALEKS.
anger. his father was angry with him && there was not a thing he could do about it. a shrug moved his shoulders && he moved away from jordan, out of his hold– head dipping downward && hand rubbing against the nape of his neck. shudders of breath left his throat && caused the quiver of his lip– aleks avoided eye contact like the plague. nothing jordan said would make the boy look up at him- nothing. ❝ i d-don’t know. ❞ came a feeble answer, blinking away the tears as aleksandr stepped a step or two AWAY. as if he wanted desperately to run from the mafia boss, to HIDE.
aleksandr crossed his arms, practically hugging himself– the boy was anxious, suffering as a result of his own misdeeds. of course he deserved a good scolding && whattever punishment jordan would deem FIT– but that didn’t change the fact the boy was scared. he culd have DIED, or worse–spent the rest of his life behind bars. ❝ i j-just wanted to steal something. d-didn’t matter what it was. i wanted to– ❞ help out his crew. make jordan PROUD. seems this was not the way to go about it whatsoever.
a bizarre bee-like hum as guttural noise escaped, something akin to a monstrous growl though it quickly dissipated. empathy or condemnation, it was hard to determine what the noise signified. countenance hardened as jaw clenched to refrain from inflicting more pain upon his son and tending to the eternal flame of which his ire had created. “you must know, sasha, one does not simply act so recklessly without careful consideration.”
"am i not providing enough for you?” pain present in the words though he attempted to conceal it as concern, brows furrowed some as he tried to distinguished what had made the youth act in such a manner. a singular hand extended and pressed against his son’s face, an attempt to console though the warmth that rested in the palm suggested otherwise, a gentle push to ensure that the youth’s gaze met his own. carefully as though he were a fragile thing, he allowed his arms to encircle the smaller male in a fatherly embrace. “you don’t have to explain your motives but please do not be afraid to speak the truth.”
“my anger is not for how nonsensical your decisions are, my anger is because you feel you cannot speak to me about such issues that plague your thoughts. you are my ребенок.”














