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May 31, 2021 21:59:11 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on May 31, 2021 21:59:11 GMT -5
It should have been known that a calm night never coaxes the Asker household, yet she stayed out anyways. It should have been comprehended that a baby Brother would never dance within this late abyss of the moon’s hour, yet she believed it anyways as she spotted him within the deserted warehouse. It should have been understood that pure bliss doesn’t form the Asker offsprings, yet she hoped anyways. With her permanent slouched shoulders of defeat leaning against a warehouse wall, innocence attempts to contort her mind and eyes as she watches the only person she’ll ever care for syncing his movement to the lustful music in peace.
A slow clap of pride echoes from her palms as the music subtly quiets to an end, and Aja concludes the weaving performance of his body. “I can still remember when I first took you here to teach you how to dance, and it was like you had two left feat.” She attempts at a joke, the corner of her lips arching upward with her hopeful desires. Seconds away from questioning his late solo show is when she notices the tears gleaming in his eyes, and the sparkling red pooling on his arm.
“What the hell happened?” She questions with fury boiling her tone, though it’s not a tone directed towards him - but rather another dreadful member they unfortunately share relations with. There’s no doubt it was her to cause every manner of this situation. Still gentle fingers cradle the wrist connected to the unforgivable wound. “You can’t just wipe away the blood baby boy and expect it to go away.” A sigh of understanding wisps past her tongue, as she begins rummaging through her bag. With a Brother such as this one, she always has to be prepared.
A slow clap of pride echoes from her palms as the music subtly quiets to an end, and Aja concludes the weaving performance of his body. “I can still remember when I first took you here to teach you how to dance, and it was like you had two left feat.” She attempts at a joke, the corner of her lips arching upward with her hopeful desires. Seconds away from questioning his late solo show is when she notices the tears gleaming in his eyes, and the sparkling red pooling on his arm.
“What the hell happened?” She questions with fury boiling her tone, though it’s not a tone directed towards him - but rather another dreadful member they unfortunately share relations with. There’s no doubt it was her to cause every manner of this situation. Still gentle fingers cradle the wrist connected to the unforgivable wound. “You can’t just wipe away the blood baby boy and expect it to go away.” A sigh of understanding wisps past her tongue, as she begins rummaging through her bag. With a Brother such as this one, she always has to be prepared.
