@briarosas / sc
₊˚⊹꒷ lullabies harken the children to sleep, a feeling unknown and unheard by the lonely boy whose mother had been the streets. lined in filth, crumbs unfit for even the rats. the melodic lilt of the angels beckons him into foreign tree and soft, green lands, and the only word that can come pouring from his stretched mouth is one that needs no translation. The further in, the further he will fall victim to his heads aching need of sleep – for if such a song exists to will the audience into gentle slumber, it must have been this. All this. Because of her. Whoever she was, she had his undivided attention. . . until their eyes met and he was snapped from this reverie, now on the realization that he was staring at a girl who did not know him. He must have scared her, he knows he did!
“ Hey – I'm sorry, please, I didn't scare you coming out of nowhere, did I? I heard you singing, so, I just, walked right in? ” he groaned, hands up and rooted to the ground. “ Aladdin. It's Aladdin, miss? ”
