‘ i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own ’ ( baby Corbeau time !!! )
Poetry Starters
Lysandre looks down at the child by his feet, hears the words he says, and is struck instantly by a fierce pain, cutting to his very roots. At so young an age, he looked tired and worn, burdened by unimaginable troubles. No soul in the world should have to bear such weight alone, let alone a child.
And was it wonder or fear or something else Lysandre saw in his eyes? Was there danger to be had, something to run and hide from? Did he look at the Crown Prince because he felt that this adult would take something from him, claim what little he had as his own?
Ever emotional, he feared the fury would show on his face, be readable as something directed towards the young one. He had to smooth it over, push forth the decorum his father always told him to hold close. Even so, Lysandre’s hands curled to fists for a moment, fingernails biting against his palms even through the leather of his gloves. Then that, too, was brushed away, his visage schooled into as careful and warm a smile as he could muster given the circumstance before him.
“I think that is all well and good.” He is assuring, warm. Lysandre settles himself to one knee, hoping the action of lowering himself nearer the ground would make him seem less of an authority, more approachable somehow. “It looks like you deserve more than a single ‘something’, though. You’ve been alone some time, haven’t you?”
That’s what he fears most, should he be true with himself. He is afraid to hear that there is this small somebody who has slipped through the cracks in the world and ended up in the worst of the mire of life. That he has, one way or another, failed this small somebody personally.
“I think, perhaps, you and I should find you a few somethings, and fill that belly of yours. There’s a cafe there with some fine sandwiches, and you can stay where you feel safest while I get you what you want. Only if-” He holds up one finger, as if signaling him to wait, “you are comfortable with me doing so.”