Loony_Bin
Lost and Confused...I think
When Fola looked down he could barley contain screams of panic. Blood, Isabel's blood, how? He had done exactly what the trial had asked, he hadn't attacked her, he hadn't used powers! This was cheating! He stood up, the blood on his hands was to much, and he needed to-
"Honestly Fola, you're already leaving so soon? You just arrived and you never visit, why don't you sit down and stay awhile..."
Fola froze and looked across from him to find himself in his parents's home, his mother sitting with her legs crossed and a cup of tea in hand. Her face seemed to be twenty years younger than she actually was, but he already knew that her face was dripping with expensive product and various skin cremes to keep that apperance up. She refused to allow herself to age, and it annoyed him. It was the one thing he could never fault her on, the one thing that he could never tear down and she fucking knew it, he was staring at the biggest bitch in the world, she wouldn't let you get under her skin unless you attacked EVERY aspect of her. And she made sure she always protected that one...
Cressida Keyrn, one of the worlds most renowned and infamous witches. She gave up and renounced her family and heritage to be with a damn human and live a 'normal' life, but after the cameras dimmed and her fifteen minutes were up she didn't give a damn about any of that. She didn't care for her husband, her son or the home they lived in! But what hurt the MOST was the fact that she tried to act like she changed. He could read her face, and it hadn't changed, there was no lesson learned, there was just the chance to spotlight herself by using his infamy to further herself...
He pocketed his hands, the blood over his body leaving his mind as he suddenly felt very uncomfortable and angry, "No, I'm fine standing...Thanks..."
She closed her eyes and exhaled a breath, setting down her cup back on the tiny plate she held in her hand. Her right eye flashed a deep shade of purple briefly and Fola was on the cushion of a couch, "So son-"
"Don't ever call me that agiain, you lost the right when you decided to stop being a parent twenty-two years ago." He gripped the couch cushions tightly and shook, rage already building up inside him. Cressida gave him a side eyed stare, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Almost as if she was finding that small burst of rebellion funny in some way, "You were birthed by me. You came from my womb and as such you are my child. Now, your father and I-"
"Oh, you mean the disappointment?" Fola looked around at the various pictures on the wall, if somebody saw just the pictures and nothing else, they might think this was an amazing family. An attractive woman and an attractive and wealthy man together raised a beautiful child, right? Wrong, if you looked closer in the pictures there was an unspoken unnhapiness in them, that and the way the place reeked of cheap booze would set of alarms in anybody...
His mother shook her head, not denying her son's claims, "We've been worried, Fola. You've been in the news so frequently recently with Dragon's Roar, and the entire kidnapping fiasco; we just want to know you're okay! Is it wrong for parents to care for their child?"
There was silence one more, as Cressida went back to her tea and Fola refused to meet her eyes. The only sound in the room was the tick of the clock every second. After about thirty ticks, Fola spoke once more, "It's wrong when it's you two...I still have the scars from my 'training' and 'study' sessions you know...I feel sick every time I look in the mirror because of you. So yes, it is wrong when you two of all people suddenly begin to care..." Cressida opened her mouth once more, but instead shutting it and looking away. Slight shame peeking into her as the silence continued on...
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"Honestly Fola, you're already leaving so soon? You just arrived and you never visit, why don't you sit down and stay awhile..."
Fola froze and looked across from him to find himself in his parents's home, his mother sitting with her legs crossed and a cup of tea in hand. Her face seemed to be twenty years younger than she actually was, but he already knew that her face was dripping with expensive product and various skin cremes to keep that apperance up. She refused to allow herself to age, and it annoyed him. It was the one thing he could never fault her on, the one thing that he could never tear down and she fucking knew it, he was staring at the biggest bitch in the world, she wouldn't let you get under her skin unless you attacked EVERY aspect of her. And she made sure she always protected that one...
Cressida Keyrn, one of the worlds most renowned and infamous witches. She gave up and renounced her family and heritage to be with a damn human and live a 'normal' life, but after the cameras dimmed and her fifteen minutes were up she didn't give a damn about any of that. She didn't care for her husband, her son or the home they lived in! But what hurt the MOST was the fact that she tried to act like she changed. He could read her face, and it hadn't changed, there was no lesson learned, there was just the chance to spotlight herself by using his infamy to further herself...
He pocketed his hands, the blood over his body leaving his mind as he suddenly felt very uncomfortable and angry, "No, I'm fine standing...Thanks..."
She closed her eyes and exhaled a breath, setting down her cup back on the tiny plate she held in her hand. Her right eye flashed a deep shade of purple briefly and Fola was on the cushion of a couch, "So son-"
"Don't ever call me that agiain, you lost the right when you decided to stop being a parent twenty-two years ago." He gripped the couch cushions tightly and shook, rage already building up inside him. Cressida gave him a side eyed stare, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Almost as if she was finding that small burst of rebellion funny in some way, "You were birthed by me. You came from my womb and as such you are my child. Now, your father and I-"
"Oh, you mean the disappointment?" Fola looked around at the various pictures on the wall, if somebody saw just the pictures and nothing else, they might think this was an amazing family. An attractive woman and an attractive and wealthy man together raised a beautiful child, right? Wrong, if you looked closer in the pictures there was an unspoken unnhapiness in them, that and the way the place reeked of cheap booze would set of alarms in anybody...
His mother shook her head, not denying her son's claims, "We've been worried, Fola. You've been in the news so frequently recently with Dragon's Roar, and the entire kidnapping fiasco; we just want to know you're okay! Is it wrong for parents to care for their child?"
There was silence one more, as Cressida went back to her tea and Fola refused to meet her eyes. The only sound in the room was the tick of the clock every second. After about thirty ticks, Fola spoke once more, "It's wrong when it's you two...I still have the scars from my 'training' and 'study' sessions you know...I feel sick every time I look in the mirror because of you. So yes, it is wrong when you two of all people suddenly begin to care..." Cressida opened her mouth once more, but instead shutting it and looking away. Slight shame peeking into her as the silence continued on...
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