oh i got troubles that won't let me be, but i won't get tired, set the world on fire
Did he get into some kind of trouble? Yeah, you could say that. He’d gotten into quite a bit of trouble – and despite the way his mother leans forward and smooths a bit of hair out of his face that had come loose from where he’d shoved it back, well… He can already see the red that would flare within them. So he takes a deep breath, dives into his food, and once a bit of that has settled and he feels a bit better about it, he nods. But he waits, because it does no good to damper the mood when she begins to tell him of what Remi needs help with. “Oh. I can do that!” He chimes, finding some relief in the suggestion. “It could be fun. And I’d get to know him better.” The slightly crooked smile that crosses his face is positively boyish as he peers back at his mother.
But he can’t prolong the question from earlier for much longer. So he takes a few more bites of food, lets it sit, before he tilts his head slightly and sets the fork down so that he can actually talk to her. “I learned pretty quickly that not everybody is nice.” He says slowly at first, his bi-toned gaze lifting from the dish to scan his mother’s face. “A Mer told me she could show me where the best treasure was.” And what an idiot he was to believe it. “So… I went into the water with her. And she pulled me down and down.” And it was dark and cold, and he’d been terrified, and she’d gotten mad at him. “She said that it was a sea swear and that I’ve ruined it and that the ocean would always try to devour me so…” He shrugs his shoulders and picks up the fork and moves the potatoes around. “I just… Haven’t been back. That’s all.” Really, it was okay, he was okay. He just didn't go into the ocean anymore.
But he can’t prolong the question from earlier for much longer. So he takes a few more bites of food, lets it sit, before he tilts his head slightly and sets the fork down so that he can actually talk to her. “I learned pretty quickly that not everybody is nice.” He says slowly at first, his bi-toned gaze lifting from the dish to scan his mother’s face. “A Mer told me she could show me where the best treasure was.” And what an idiot he was to believe it. “So… I went into the water with her. And she pulled me down and down.” And it was dark and cold, and he’d been terrified, and she’d gotten mad at him. “She said that it was a sea swear and that I’ve ruined it and that the ocean would always try to devour me so…” He shrugs his shoulders and picks up the fork and moves the potatoes around. “I just… Haven’t been back. That’s all.” Really, it was okay, he was okay. He just didn't go into the ocean anymore.
'till my troubles got trouble with me
FELIX
