11-08-2010, 02:16 PM
[html] LOLOLOL Pripyat has some issues about mommy and daddy and sharing.
Brows furrowed at the older girl, who claimed to be his sister. That was impossible. He was Mother’s only child! As Pripyat opened his mouth to say so Jefferson flashed before his eyes. Oh yes, perhaps his father had said something about having a daughter, but Pripyat had never questioned it. She hadn’t been around and hadn’t been likely to return… and yet here she was. For a long moment he was stunned to silence. There had been many occasions where jealousy had seeped into his young heart, unwanted of course, when he thought of sharing Geneva too much. Yet he had never considered losing Jefferson to another. The boy knew that both his mother and father would scoff at his feelings, reassure him that loving others did not mean loving him less, but sometimes, no matter how hard he struggled to believe that, it was hard to accept.
Exhaling with intent he eyed the girl carefully, and for the moment did not comment on their relations. Perhaps, if he said nothing than nothing would change. Except so much had already changed. The lighthouse was a distant memory and Pripyat shared the ranch house with so many others now. Grace danced before him and he knew, from their short meeting and the strong scent that Addison had on her, they had come together. "The best leaf hunting spot is right here." Which he was only sure of because it was the only spot he had ever hunted leaves in. Yet breaking the silence felt good and he focused on the explanation of leaf hunting, forgetting for the moment that his older sister of sorts was before him. "You wait until one starts to fall free from the tree and then you jump and rip it to shreds!" And there was one now… "Like this!" The exclamation barely made it pass his lips as he sprung up, snapping the yellow and red maple leaf up, landing and spitting it right at Addison’s feet.
Brows furrowed at the older girl, who claimed to be his sister. That was impossible. He was Mother’s only child! As Pripyat opened his mouth to say so Jefferson flashed before his eyes. Oh yes, perhaps his father had said something about having a daughter, but Pripyat had never questioned it. She hadn’t been around and hadn’t been likely to return… and yet here she was. For a long moment he was stunned to silence. There had been many occasions where jealousy had seeped into his young heart, unwanted of course, when he thought of sharing Geneva too much. Yet he had never considered losing Jefferson to another. The boy knew that both his mother and father would scoff at his feelings, reassure him that loving others did not mean loving him less, but sometimes, no matter how hard he struggled to believe that, it was hard to accept.
Exhaling with intent he eyed the girl carefully, and for the moment did not comment on their relations. Perhaps, if he said nothing than nothing would change. Except so much had already changed. The lighthouse was a distant memory and Pripyat shared the ranch house with so many others now. Grace danced before him and he knew, from their short meeting and the strong scent that Addison had on her, they had come together. "The best leaf hunting spot is right here." Which he was only sure of because it was the only spot he had ever hunted leaves in. Yet breaking the silence felt good and he focused on the explanation of leaf hunting, forgetting for the moment that his older sister of sorts was before him. "You wait until one starts to fall free from the tree and then you jump and rip it to shreds!" And there was one now… "Like this!" The exclamation barely made it pass his lips as he sprung up, snapping the yellow and red maple leaf up, landing and spitting it right at Addison’s feet.