someday I will return to the salt
and the sea. Someday to the sun
The glare is returned by a flat stare, the slight grin on Pet’s face slipping into a distant blankness. He’s not used to be caught watching, though this instance is entirely his own fault. Not a word is said as the boy puffs up, though he’s already larger than the ascended by a more than generous measure, Pet having to look up (and up and up) to even see his face.
It should end there, except the boy doesn’t look away. So Peter doesn’t look away. Not even as he reaches out, gentle, patient fingers coaxing the scrap of fabric away from the greedy needles. He rubs it between his fingers, missing the sensation for a moment before he offers it out. ”I think you dropped this.” He says softly, his monotone matching the blank stare.
It should end there, except the boy doesn’t look away. So Peter doesn’t look away. Not even as he reaches out, gentle, patient fingers coaxing the scrap of fabric away from the greedy needles. He rubs it between his fingers, missing the sensation for a moment before he offers it out. ”I think you dropped this.” He says softly, his monotone matching the blank stare.
neither will be follies
Peter
Base Code by Sky!
