no prayer i could say

Harlowe D'Angelo · 01-10-2011, 08:11 AM

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Harlowe listened still with fascination to Selene's perspective, his chocolate-tipped ears flickering with her words. He tried to place himself in his mother's perspective and even tried thinking of himself as a father, but he simply could not do it. Seeing things from another perspective was simply something Harlowe could not do, and this shone through plainly in his everyday interactions. There was something stunted and wrong with the pallid boy's interactions, unaware of it as he was. Still, he nodded slowly and tried to look as though he understood. He did not think he would ever be truly capable of understanding why she left, but he desired to quite badly. The thought of approaching her and asking her, however, filled him with dread. She was such a good mother; he had known nothing but joy and love the first several months of his life. Critiquing her would have been calling her a bad mother, or so Harlowe thought.

The history lesson, however, Harlowe took in readily. Though he did not recognize the names, he listened and memorized them, these mythical places where his mother and his family had come from. He would write this down later in his book, these places and names and who had been there. Someday, Harlowe hoped to put together all the pieces of his mother's heritage. Maybe when he learned it all and understood everything, he would understand himself. “Yeah,” he said glumly at the end of it, suddenly disheartened by the mentioning of how much he needed to catch up with his mother. “She'd be happy to see me,” he said, though he did not know how true that was. Despite all that Selene had told him and despite what he knew in his heart -- that his mother loved him -- the boy was filled with doubt.

“Maybe someday,” he responded gruffly to Scorpius, turning back to Selene. He nodded as she introduced her daughter, of course not daring to say a word on how attracted he had been to her a moment ago -- how attracted he was at the moment. Harlowe's sexuality was twisted and gnarled into awful shapes, bent around by the things he had done to others, but he was not so insensitive to his own feelings that he did not recognize that. He was also not so ignorant as to think it was right or readily acceptable, and so he was silent on the matter. “Ehno Marino. He lives in Crimson Dreams, and I have a lot of other family there. Not your family, though,” he explained, not realizing the fact that Ehno and Naniko were not related indicated already to Selene she was not related to his father Ehno.

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