A sympathetic eye is set on the boy, set brow and lips in a flat line. Was it a feign to get the boy to further comply or had it been genuine care tipped on a careful tongue? Were she fifteen ages younger she might have reflected in the upturn of the boy’s brow and had done all she had to ensure that he had found comfort, and now she felt a vague indifference that would accompany to pity.
Or had she done exactly that? The demon had looked to the boy as if she had looked back all those years at her younger, hopeful, self. She had tried to educate him; tried to show him the way of the world and yet- here he is.
Deaf to all the words the Queen has ever given him.
He was not understanding, the rules of the land and this modern world, and the fact that she was not meant to be known to be alive, her name, anything to which she had chosen this form, to remain out of sight, out of mind, let the other demons, be at the front, let them be at the dangers, let them take all the risks for no rewards, but he was starting to be, upset with how things are.
“Little one, you don’t need to worry about the other children and there worlds.” A gentle palm releases a glass of wine that had been cradled in her hand to extend and rest summoned him to come closer. And it is there that she gives her a gentle nod, it is there she allows a brow to fall over sharpened red eyes that now abandoned all tender expressions. “Can’t you see with your own little eyes? You are home now. With me, were you belong, no one and nothing else matters.”
He was a little bird in a golden cage.
No amount of riches, of comfort, of delicacies seemed to satisfy him. For every fine outfit she offered him, for every layer of blankets or extra padding in the mattresses, for all the care and safety she had offered him, his gaze would invariably go to the window. Longing for the life he used to live.
For the freedom of the wild.
He didn't belong here. She may not mean him any harm, she may have only his best interests in mind, but his heart was elsewhere. It was still out in with the beasts that had raised him.
"I want to feel the wind on my skin."
Such a simple wish, yet there was a whole world of desire hidden under it. He wanted to feel the grass under the soles of his feet, the cold water from the river biting at his skin, the chirping of birds and the distant howls of beasts. He wanted to feel the thrill of the hunt, as the hunter or the hunted, the adrenaline that made up his former life.
When the life she offered him was all too dull.
He did come a little closer, but the longing did not leave his eyes. The change in her own gaze had a shudder crawl down his spine, but he couldn't play pretend anymore. He couldn't look at her fluffy little face, and say with confidence that he was the happiest child in the world.
"Why did you bring me here? Why did you choose me?"
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