THAT BOY WENT STONE COLD CRAZY ☆ bottle

IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE DONE IT [align=right]BUT YOU CAN'T KNOW WHY    —    tags 

His eyes trail towards the bottle, following it as it is shoved to the side, his ears twitching as his father speaks up once more. A slight sense of relief washes over him, seeing it simply out of the grasp and attention of anyone. But, he only feels his frown deepen. They all had their problems to work through, and his own were threatening to blow over. He couldn't let them though. He tenses his body, trying to shift his focus away from the object as much as possible. It wasn't supposed to be about him, and it wasn't even really supposed to be about the possession. It was about his father, and his father's reaction to it, and how it should be addressed. He should be able to open up, and be listened to, just as the boy could to work out his flames. This morning, he would need to push his own aside. He just needed to...needed to focus. No bad memories had a place here. There was no reason for them. No one, even if they wanted to, could get a drop from that bottle. It was just a bottle. It couldn't hurt them.

It was just a bottle.

But, no, still, it was hurting the lion. Perhaps not in the way one would think, but it has brought up feelings, brought up memories, that the male did not wish to experience. However, it couldn't hurt Roy. It couldn't hurt him. His fears need to be shoved aside. The tiger closes his eyes, wordlessly moving closer to his father, brushing against the male's side. His head presses into Aurum's shoulder, his eyes still closed. It is almost funny, as if the male needed to explain to his son the feeling of tremendous loss. It was the very thing that had brought them together. It was the very thing that brought him into existence at all. War. And more war. And death. So much death. And it never really went away. And it still didn't feel any better. It's too fresh.

At least, now, they aren't alone.

"Bet...Bet he was happy," the boy would slowly say, voice soft as it works through the words. "To get a gift, and thank you for it." He didn't like the idea of speaking for others. In fact, Roy would venture to say he hates it. However, it was clear by the actions that the...the present had been used and appreciated. Otherwise, it wouldn't be empty. Otherwise, it wouldn't be sitting here today. And, really, there is not so much one can say. Death was uncontrollable. And, when he had nothing to say to his brother, or his brother had nothing to say to him, they would simply feel it together. They would be at each other's sides. And, sometimes that is all they could do. And, sometimes that was all they needed to keep going.

So, he remains at his father's side, and he would feel it with him.