unprompted ask // always accepting !!
clay pigmented hands clenched violently ⎯⎯ she could feel nail piecing the skin of her palms as olive hues gazed at the boy. she couldn't stop blinking. it was her way of fighting back the tears that welled in their sockets. ❝ I ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❞ her mouth agape , tongue dry from the anxiety building within her. she just couldn't leave him without word , he would resent her for that. ❝ I'm leaving ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ my mother has banished me to piltover. I leave tomorrow. ❞ ( @sonkofa )
there was a moment before the desolation set in and he found himself unable to reach the world, stuck in time, catatonic. he got no leniency from her words, a full whack from the announcement of an imminent departure. to reengage with her, meant he had to digest first the information set within and fight onward for better. in that profound moment of struggle, the reality became naught but a lamentable acceptance and courage a longing that he needed to move on from that state of pure stupor.
he gulped the aridity of his throat, seething with despondency, with disappointment, with nonchalant betrayal ⸻ bereavement thus became his companion, a shadow that in time was lessened until gone. all solely because she existed... and she too, would become a flower of happy memories. ❝ and y' do what your mother wants? ❞ a small boy, feral, searing with rage still ebbed away the ire boiling from inside, from what was sheltered behind the bars of his ribcage. ❝ since... when do y' know that? i don't remember y' commenting that there was a possibility of y' leaving, mel. ❞
