long lost mother
[continued from here; alternate muse]
“I have been searching for you for...for forever! Where did you go?”
He’d swept her up in a hug before he even knew he’d needed one, and hoped with every inch of his being she wouldn’t push him away or seem uncomfortable. It hurt him every time his friends declined affection, and the last person he wanted to do the same thing was -- of all people -- his long lost mother.
“D-did someone try to kill you? Was there a prophecy that said I had to be alone...was...?”
He trailed off, feeling like a fool for babbling. It occurred to him too late the possibilities he’d listed most likely sounded ridiculous to her; not everyone lived their lives surrounded by the fantastical, and he knew next to nothing about her, save her identity -- the most important part -- so far.
