The Puppy Drive Through // [ currently: 0 left!! ]
Aug 17, 2021 5:42:54 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Aug 17, 2021 5:42:54 GMT -5
↳ MATEO IZAR.
Being a part of the Izars made him feel larger than he actually was.
It nurtured a false bravado – a pride at how Izars were not flowers but deep roots – and he was sure that would had gotten him in trouble a few too many times if he hadn’t learnt how to properly control it. That was one of Mateo’s biggest achievements. He was Elias Izar’s son, and he could restrain himself, no matter how many times his father failed to.
Thankfully ten made him feel small.
With its rolling fields, dirt-hued hills, and all this boundless expanse of open pastures, it was actually a wonder how anyone could ever feel large here. There was a scent of dried hay in the air and that, along with familiar bustle of the people around him, calmed him as he tailed Sofia, never lingering too close to her, but never straying too far too.
He wasn’t eager to visit District Ten at first. He was eager to remain home, smoke by the abandoned tunnels, and have his teenage years be languorously wasted away like the white of a cigarette. That, and family vacations have always sucked for the Laurel and Elias household. Well, it sucks more for his mother and less for his father, district ten’s milk maids beware. But Mateo has become immune to his father’s ways, and he has mellowed out to his mother’s patience he that once hated. He used to wonder why they wouldn’t part ways, and then he let go of it. Have the adults work out their woes for once, because family had become a creation myth for him anyhow.
But Sofia, now checking out a puppy, was family and a damn good one at that. Vasco, somewhere in the district, was family and he was a mayor of their district. And so perhaps family was not lost to him, he had become lost to it. His need for a family had become frozen hard in his heart, like the fields when December swept in.
He needed it to thaw out again.
Mateo averted his gaze from the back of Sofia’s head and moved it to the fur ball in front of him. “Do you want to be my family?” he asked, giving it his pinky finger. The dog pounced at it and Mateo pulled the finger back with a laugh once he felt the baby teeth chomp down on it. He couldn’t have a dog. He had no idea if he would be capable of looking after it. But looking at those bright eyes and wagging tail as the little pup went back to its last remaining sibling, he thought he felt it. His frozen need for a family, finally weeping water as it begun to thaw.
It nurtured a false bravado – a pride at how Izars were not flowers but deep roots – and he was sure that would had gotten him in trouble a few too many times if he hadn’t learnt how to properly control it. That was one of Mateo’s biggest achievements. He was Elias Izar’s son, and he could restrain himself, no matter how many times his father failed to.
Thankfully ten made him feel small.
With its rolling fields, dirt-hued hills, and all this boundless expanse of open pastures, it was actually a wonder how anyone could ever feel large here. There was a scent of dried hay in the air and that, along with familiar bustle of the people around him, calmed him as he tailed Sofia, never lingering too close to her, but never straying too far too.
He wasn’t eager to visit District Ten at first. He was eager to remain home, smoke by the abandoned tunnels, and have his teenage years be languorously wasted away like the white of a cigarette. That, and family vacations have always sucked for the Laurel and Elias household. Well, it sucks more for his mother and less for his father, district ten’s milk maids beware. But Mateo has become immune to his father’s ways, and he has mellowed out to his mother’s patience he that once hated. He used to wonder why they wouldn’t part ways, and then he let go of it. Have the adults work out their woes for once, because family had become a creation myth for him anyhow.
But Sofia, now checking out a puppy, was family and a damn good one at that. Vasco, somewhere in the district, was family and he was a mayor of their district. And so perhaps family was not lost to him, he had become lost to it. His need for a family had become frozen hard in his heart, like the fields when December swept in.
He needed it to thaw out again.
Mateo averted his gaze from the back of Sofia’s head and moved it to the fur ball in front of him. “Do you want to be my family?” he asked, giving it his pinky finger. The dog pounced at it and Mateo pulled the finger back with a laugh once he felt the baby teeth chomp down on it. He couldn’t have a dog. He had no idea if he would be capable of looking after it. But looking at those bright eyes and wagging tail as the little pup went back to its last remaining sibling, he thought he felt it. His frozen need for a family, finally weeping water as it begun to thaw.