10/10/2025, 12:32 AM
It was different for Tarquin. More complicated, he guessed. There'd never been much he missed, never been much he even remembered; so how could he ever understand? Not that, in truth, he cared enough to understand at all, but maybe a part of him wondered. Trapped in the nightmares of absence, he couldn't even remember the name of his mother—if he ever even had one.
He was never kissed when the nights grew dark. Never sang to when the storms blew the trees and the rain made the grass sparkle. He'd never been taught to be kind, or to know when too much is enough. And despite all his anger and exhaustion, despite not knowing who he'd found, there was a certain jealousy in his actions. Envy in his words.
Spoiled with attention and greedy for more, that's what this boy was. Hung beneath a tarp of love and warmth, it was no surprise he didn't know how to live in reality. The reality where a mother never stuck with her son, where a mother often died, was taken, or never cared for her son in the first place. How much of a shellshock that seemed to be for him.
The boy's lip twitched with unresolved anger.
Well she was bound to leave ya' at some point! Did ya' think she was gonna be by your side for the rest of your life? Get real.Gods, he was so stupid, so completely raveled in the vines of his ways. Of his mother's love that the thorns had begun poking his obviously delicate skin.
As long as I've known.It was spoken in a hurry, like the boy truly didn't want to admit that he'd been too worthless to stand beside. Too much for anyone to handle.
But it don't bother me none. I'm better alone, I don't need to be sniffling like you.