Jude
the sky is more blue whenever I'm next to you
Many things happen in quick succession in Jude’s chest as Edmund speaks. Excitement, because he recognizes his brother’s voice; trepidation, because of the urgent tone; wary curiosity as the request sinks in. Standing slowly and shivering just a little from the lazy wind on his wet skin, Jude turns towards his brother’s voice and holds tightly to his trust in the older boy to fend off any fear.
“O-Okay, Mun. Is something wrong?” he ventured on a tremulous tone, only to bite his tongue right after. Surely Edmund would have told him if something was wrong or if they were in danger. “What do I promise?” He hadn’t forgotten that part and he’s proud of it. Whatever his big brother asks, Jude is certain it will be something he will be willing to promise.
“O-Okay, Mun. Is something wrong?” he ventured on a tremulous tone, only to bite his tongue right after. Surely Edmund would have told him if something was wrong or if they were in danger. “What do I promise?” He hadn’t forgotten that part and he’s proud of it. Whatever his big brother asks, Jude is certain it will be something he will be willing to promise.
