Jude
Jude is still too young to go back and forth from school alone, so yet again he is walking back home with his father holding his hand, chattering about his day. His father noticed Edmund on the stoop first, but Jude is not far behind, excitedly pulling his hand from Harper’s to go running the rest of the way down the sand-streaked road. “Edmund!” he calls joyously, and doesn’t notice how his father grins and leaves them to it, heading to the side door and faintly calling Maeve’s name.
Jude skids to a stop in front of his older brother, smiling like the sun. Aside from his more golden skin, they’re nearly impossible to distinguish, as if they truly were blood related. Reaching for Edmund’s hand, the younger boy bounces on his toes. “School was so boring today! What did you do today? Was it fun?” His older brother is his idol, and Jude wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jude skids to a stop in front of his older brother, smiling like the sun. Aside from his more golden skin, they’re nearly impossible to distinguish, as if they truly were blood related. Reaching for Edmund’s hand, the younger boy bounces on his toes. “School was so boring today! What did you do today? Was it fun?” His older brother is his idol, and Jude wouldn’t have it any other way.
Promise I’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you
