weldherwings
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joshua jones
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incoming message!
Mood i ummm... yeh... gardening... me... good. yeh.
Location Hospital
outfit
The contraption connected to the large Irish brute made itself painfully interesting to Joshua. He couldn’t quite figure out why, but I suppose it was like watching a dog walk on its hind legs for the very first time. He was full of awe and wonder; that was until he heard the growl from the older male. Oi, eyes up here lad. It was enough to rattle him out of his trance, tensing instantly with a small jump. Hazel brown eyes tore away from the cannula and now rested back on Graham’s face like the other male had requested. An involuntary small gulp rested in the back of his throat as he waited in silence for Graham to speak.
The other male began to speak in a flat tone, almost filled with the essence of disappointment as he spoke to Abigail about the play, and how they really shouldn’t have come. And just like that, within a split second, Joshua could feel his spirit leave his body. Narrowed eyes now pinned on him; he could feel the anger, or resentment, or whatever it was - burning under Graham’s skin and unleashing itself through a gaze. His tongue whipped the firey words, smacking Joshua in the face and leaving him speechless. Why exactly was he here?.
Joshua had been asking himself the exact same thing.
The whole car ride over. The walk to and into the hospital. And even as he stood before Graham next to Abigail and Max. He wondered what good his presence was doing. Did him being there even change anything in the situation? He could feel his cheeks burn furiously, his ear lobes catching the heat and also turning a rosy scarlet hue. His mouth opened slightly, hanging in some dumbfoundedness as he tried to collect some sort of words to create a sentence. Thankfully, however, Abigail came to the rescue, explaining how she had asked him to come. Flickering a glance towards the girl, his eyes softened as to almost telepathically thank her for speaking up.
Thank Jehovah Joshua internally sighed, his inner child wiping the sweat forming from his brow within his imagination. In all honesty, he was still trying to figure out why he had agreed to join. Maybe it was because he felt bad for everything that had happened that night he had last seen the three of them. Or maybe it was his way of showing the others that, well… he didn’t agree with everything his parents said.
Or, maybe… just perhaps… Coming with them tonight was less to do with the others, and more to do with himself; unlocking and breaking down the intense fear of obedience to his parents.
Max began to speak before any more questions could be asked in regard to the presence of Joshua Jones in the room. And this time he was talking about… Graham’s gardening accident? Okay, now his brain was finally catching up. So Graham was in the hospital because he had a ‘shovel accident’ while gardening. It seemed to make sense; after all, why would someone makeup such a story, right? All innuendo went completely over his head and out the window. Gullibly, Joshua listened to Max’s proposal about helping with gardening. It was at that moment that Joshua felt like a matchstick was struck within his chest. A fiery passion for wanting to help, and a desire to blurt out all he was thinking. But he held it within, crossing his arms and pressing a hand up against his mouth.
He wanted to tell Graham that he was excellent at gardening. Saturday mornings from eight until ten, the whole Jones family spent time doing gardening maintenance. Sometimes it was at their house, sometimes it was at the Kingdom Hall, and sometimes it was to help those in need. There was something therapeutic about gardening; often he was left to himself to plant flowers, weed out the garden beds and mow the lawn. It kept him busy, and on task, and he felt like he was doing some sort of good to the world. Most especially he enjoyed the nature; the insects that crawled in the soils to help the growth of the plants, and the birds that sat upon the branches, singing their melodic calls.
And so, completely unaware and oblivious to Max’s metaphoric language, Joshua decided to add to the boy’s suggestion of coming to help Graham. “I’m… really good with hedge trimmers. And lawn mowers… If you… need help” he shyly spoke, signing along with small gestures to match the slowness and softness of his voice as he spoke. Honestly, after the way Graham had been eyeballing him before, he should’ve just kept his mouth shut. So, once he had spoken, Joshua quickly tucked his hands back under his crossed arms and brought his gaze back down at the floor. Just keep being invisible. Keep being invisible
The other male began to speak in a flat tone, almost filled with the essence of disappointment as he spoke to Abigail about the play, and how they really shouldn’t have come. And just like that, within a split second, Joshua could feel his spirit leave his body. Narrowed eyes now pinned on him; he could feel the anger, or resentment, or whatever it was - burning under Graham’s skin and unleashing itself through a gaze. His tongue whipped the firey words, smacking Joshua in the face and leaving him speechless. Why exactly was he here?.
Joshua had been asking himself the exact same thing.
The whole car ride over. The walk to and into the hospital. And even as he stood before Graham next to Abigail and Max. He wondered what good his presence was doing. Did him being there even change anything in the situation? He could feel his cheeks burn furiously, his ear lobes catching the heat and also turning a rosy scarlet hue. His mouth opened slightly, hanging in some dumbfoundedness as he tried to collect some sort of words to create a sentence. Thankfully, however, Abigail came to the rescue, explaining how she had asked him to come. Flickering a glance towards the girl, his eyes softened as to almost telepathically thank her for speaking up.
Thank Jehovah Joshua internally sighed, his inner child wiping the sweat forming from his brow within his imagination. In all honesty, he was still trying to figure out why he had agreed to join. Maybe it was because he felt bad for everything that had happened that night he had last seen the three of them. Or maybe it was his way of showing the others that, well… he didn’t agree with everything his parents said.
Or, maybe… just perhaps… Coming with them tonight was less to do with the others, and more to do with himself; unlocking and breaking down the intense fear of obedience to his parents.
Max began to speak before any more questions could be asked in regard to the presence of Joshua Jones in the room. And this time he was talking about… Graham’s gardening accident? Okay, now his brain was finally catching up. So Graham was in the hospital because he had a ‘shovel accident’ while gardening. It seemed to make sense; after all, why would someone makeup such a story, right? All innuendo went completely over his head and out the window. Gullibly, Joshua listened to Max’s proposal about helping with gardening. It was at that moment that Joshua felt like a matchstick was struck within his chest. A fiery passion for wanting to help, and a desire to blurt out all he was thinking. But he held it within, crossing his arms and pressing a hand up against his mouth.
He wanted to tell Graham that he was excellent at gardening. Saturday mornings from eight until ten, the whole Jones family spent time doing gardening maintenance. Sometimes it was at their house, sometimes it was at the Kingdom Hall, and sometimes it was to help those in need. There was something therapeutic about gardening; often he was left to himself to plant flowers, weed out the garden beds and mow the lawn. It kept him busy, and on task, and he felt like he was doing some sort of good to the world. Most especially he enjoyed the nature; the insects that crawled in the soils to help the growth of the plants, and the birds that sat upon the branches, singing their melodic calls.
And so, completely unaware and oblivious to Max’s metaphoric language, Joshua decided to add to the boy’s suggestion of coming to help Graham. “I’m… really good with hedge trimmers. And lawn mowers… If you… need help” he shyly spoke, signing along with small gestures to match the slowness and softness of his voice as he spoke. Honestly, after the way Graham had been eyeballing him before, he should’ve just kept his mouth shut. So, once he had spoken, Joshua quickly tucked his hands back under his crossed arms and brought his gaze back down at the floor. Just keep being invisible. Keep being invisible
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