Post by Aiden Mumble on Oct 20, 2017 14:07:53 GMT -5
Aiden wanted to hug him, which was an odd and rare occurrence for her. Aiden feared vulnerable human contact. She hugged her parents, sure, but she was a different person around her parents than she was in every other aspect in her life. If they knew how much she was struggling they would definitely be worried out of their minds. She was careful around them to appear fine and that included a lot of affection. It wasn't like she was faking it, she did really love them, but how could they know that all their silly accidents and forgetfulness would add up over the years. Aiden grew up the moment she could speak because, if she hadn't, her parents would have lost her in a mall years and years ago. They are beautiful geniuses, but with genius comes a little bit of insanity. She didn't resent them, but she had wondered what her life would have been like if she had been able to just be a child for a bit longer. Still, she had not been. So, she held back on extending any physical contact with Mordred.
She didn't want him to get the wrong idea either. They had shared a drunken kiss that was likely to have gone further if she hadn't cut her hand. She glanced at the band-aid on her hand just in time to move it out of the way as Mordred put his head in it's place. She was shocked for a moment, trying to process what he was doing. Her hands hovered in the air, trying to decide if this was alright. Then she felt like her heart was falling apart, melting and dripping hot wax on her insides. It was ok and terrible all at once. One hand moved down to rest on his head and the other up to her mouth to stifle a sob. She scrunched up her face and took a shaky breath, careful to not move too much. Silent tears trickled down her face, but she calmed herself enough to move her other hand to place it on his shoulder. She resumed stroking his hair. She could take care of him. She'd help him get better.
She watched him with tired eyes and hoped they both could find some peace someday.
She didn't want him to get the wrong idea either. They had shared a drunken kiss that was likely to have gone further if she hadn't cut her hand. She glanced at the band-aid on her hand just in time to move it out of the way as Mordred put his head in it's place. She was shocked for a moment, trying to process what he was doing. Her hands hovered in the air, trying to decide if this was alright. Then she felt like her heart was falling apart, melting and dripping hot wax on her insides. It was ok and terrible all at once. One hand moved down to rest on his head and the other up to her mouth to stifle a sob. She scrunched up her face and took a shaky breath, careful to not move too much. Silent tears trickled down her face, but she calmed herself enough to move her other hand to place it on his shoulder. She resumed stroking his hair. She could take care of him. She'd help him get better.
She watched him with tired eyes and hoped they both could find some peace someday.
