#i'll send u grown up troublemaker aleks angst later

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      baby aleks angst for baghra // @talesspin​

  the boy has had many names, he is nameless, he is lost. shadows war within him and he cannot help but feel he is losing. only his mother remains a constant, but even she feels distant.  dark eyes brim with unshed tears as he bundles tighter with the blankets she has given to keep him warm. she goes ahead, to find a place for them, but he must stay hidden. like a fawn trapped in the tall grasses waiting for the doe to return. there are no deities for the boy to pray to. they will out last deities. there is a shudder as he drifts to sleep. waking to nightmares, waking to her sitting across the room by a fire she has dared to build.  aleks surges from his blanket cocoon to launch at her, arms slipping around her form. he is too old to love her so much. he must be a man. he must be someone great. but for now - he would like to be her aleks. he would like to be a boy safe in her arms again. 

                    ‘ mama !--- you’re back!  ‘ she’s back early. his breath catches.                                  ‘  was there no place for us there? mama? ‘