barely surviving has become my purpose
cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface
Ayasha's arms surrounded him, pushing away his growing fears and making him feel safe... feel like he was finally home; not that he'd ever admit as such to anyone, to stubborn to admit that he'd been missing his family and especially his twin Alaster. A small stab of guilt flared in his chest, knowing that he'd forced his twin to lie to everyone about his staged death, but at the time it had seemed the most logical way to leave everything behind and give life on his own a shot without everyone looking for him and wanting to drag him back, to control his life and boss him around some more. Wriggling free of his sister's embrace, he dusted himself off as if a hug was some dirt and frowned at his sister's questions. “What happened? You actually have the nerve to ask...” he kept his voice quiet, his childish anger clearly showing through his words and slight disgusted shake of his head that followed them.
Turning from his sister he looked around, no longer terrified of the creep place; only slightly uneasy. But now that he was calm he recognised where he was and was certain he could find his way back to the village. Stepping forward he began to head down the trail he believed would lead him to where he desired to be, silently fuming at his sister. “Dumping us here, there, everywhere, then telling us to come back when it suited you, to do this and that when it suited you. That's what happened” he shouted at the white female, not even bothering to see if she was following him or not. A small part of him knew his anger was misplace, yet that did not change the fact he was angry about having his life controlled like he felt it was at that time.
Image courtesy of Martin Gommel; Table by the Mentors!
