Carlo
It begins, as all great things do, with intention. There had been no words at the time, no way to form desire eloquently, no I'd quite like to walk, actually, or making a friend sounds fun, or I'm tired of screaming and you not understanding what it means. There had only been the warmth of his fathers' arms, the silent but inevitable knowledge of his brother close by, and the intention, quiet but certain, to find someone out there to assist them both.
It hadn't been a star to answer that unspoken wish - stars don't wear rags and hide their faces behind blank porcelain - but whatever had happened just shy of daybreak had laid the foundations for the now. The now being Carlo Taliesin promptly sitting upright on damp dock boards, butt-naked and feeling a churning mixture of cold, exhilarated, and suddenly brand new. Overhead the copper statue of a boy seems to smile down at him, or at the very least the dawn has given a mischievous twinkle to his eye, one reflected in the newly-minted nine year old at its feet.
Almost absently, Carlo wiggles his toes, and the movement has him immediately drawn to his own feet. "I've been tryin' to grab you for days," he informs his toes in a raspy hiss, before clapping a hand over his own mouth, surprised by the cadence of a voice not used for words until today.
It hadn't been a star to answer that unspoken wish - stars don't wear rags and hide their faces behind blank porcelain - but whatever had happened just shy of daybreak had laid the foundations for the now. The now being Carlo Taliesin promptly sitting upright on damp dock boards, butt-naked and feeling a churning mixture of cold, exhilarated, and suddenly brand new. Overhead the copper statue of a boy seems to smile down at him, or at the very least the dawn has given a mischievous twinkle to his eye, one reflected in the newly-minted nine year old at its feet.
Almost absently, Carlo wiggles his toes, and the movement has him immediately drawn to his own feet. "I've been tryin' to grab you for days," he informs his toes in a raspy hiss, before clapping a hand over his own mouth, surprised by the cadence of a voice not used for words until today.
today you are the king and the day belongs to you
