KEYES
i won't cry for you
i won't crucify the things you do
i won't crucify the things you do
Ugh.
Naavi was always testing, pushing, playing. She wanted him to prove what he'd learned, to follow and engage in her antics. She loved to see him flourish, and was always looking for reasons to be around him and teach him things. Things he felt as though at this point in life he already knew.
And yet he loved her oh so deeply for it.
With the facade of a moody teen, he'd follow her begrudgingly, keeping up as best he could on less stable wings, and offering snarky wry replies to her mushy comments. But in reality he treasured moments like these; just him, Hyperion, and his sister. A short list of his most favorite people. (Note that of those three, one of them is himself and the other is a dormouse).
"What are we doing out here again," he grumbled, pushing past a branch that Naavi had left swinging in her wake, then nimbly sliding under the next. If she had taught him anything, it was how to feel the forest. Keyes was by no means strong, but he was fast, and in sync with the world around him. The pulse of the earth, the whispers of the trees, they told him where to turn.
C'mon slowpoke, Keyes scoffed at this as he emerged from the treeline and to the shores of the cataract, pursed his lips in an impish grin and flipped up his middle finger. The young blonde walked past her then fluttered up to sit on a stone, brushing it off then seating himself neatly on top. Briefly he adjusted his head scarf, then set his own lightning bug lantern next to him. Hyperion crawled from his shoulder and down his arm, jumping from his hand to the top of the lantern.
For the mouse, Keyes had all the compassionate smiles in the world.
Naavi was always testing, pushing, playing. She wanted him to prove what he'd learned, to follow and engage in her antics. She loved to see him flourish, and was always looking for reasons to be around him and teach him things. Things he felt as though at this point in life he already knew.
And yet he loved her oh so deeply for it.
With the facade of a moody teen, he'd follow her begrudgingly, keeping up as best he could on less stable wings, and offering snarky wry replies to her mushy comments. But in reality he treasured moments like these; just him, Hyperion, and his sister. A short list of his most favorite people. (Note that of those three, one of them is himself and the other is a dormouse).
"What are we doing out here again," he grumbled, pushing past a branch that Naavi had left swinging in her wake, then nimbly sliding under the next. If she had taught him anything, it was how to feel the forest. Keyes was by no means strong, but he was fast, and in sync with the world around him. The pulse of the earth, the whispers of the trees, they told him where to turn.
C'mon slowpoke, Keyes scoffed at this as he emerged from the treeline and to the shores of the cataract, pursed his lips in an impish grin and flipped up his middle finger. The young blonde walked past her then fluttered up to sit on a stone, brushing it off then seating himself neatly on top. Briefly he adjusted his head scarf, then set his own lightning bug lantern next to him. Hyperion crawled from his shoulder and down his arm, jumping from his hand to the top of the lantern.
For the mouse, Keyes had all the compassionate smiles in the world.
see when you're gone
i'll still be bloody mary
i'll still be bloody mary
