10-04-2020, 11:41 PM
Atticus croaked as he returned his sentiment. Her soft pelt pressed against his chest. Warmth radiated her aura, internally causing his heart to skip a beat or two. This is real. Whatever she was... was real. The boy leaned into her further, placing his head into her shoulder. Tears continued to flow from his eyes. "It's really you," he blubbered.
Whatever had happened... He didn't really care. If this was a curse, dream, or a blessing from the God's above, the chance to see her face again was a pleasure. Even so, the back of his mind wondered. Atticus' stomach turned. Falling from the heavens had to have it's consequences, right? The tabby suppressed the thought again. 'This is fine,' the acolyte repeated. 'Death is permanent... sometimes.' His mind told him to be grateful. Doubting this would cause dismay to him and his mother. Being there for her was now his priority, no matter the cost.
Home was where the heart was, but he couldn't tell where he lied currently. Was The Pitt was his home or should momma's boy run back to Tanglewood? Sweeney would be disappointed. The Pittians he had befriended might disown him, just like Tanglewood had done so long ago. Atticus couldn't help but to think further on the subject. Until his decision his made though, he planned to spend as much time as he could with Moth. There was so much to catch up on.
He pulled back, looking around at those had gathered. Weary eyes attempted to lock with their own, offering a nod of thank you. After all, Tanglewood was technically an enemy. Allowing his mother in was a change in pace, perhaps for the good. Atticus swallowed. "We should catch up," he muttered, turning his attention to his mother. "You should stay with me for awhile." Atticus hesitated. "Please." He knew the concept wouldn't seem ideal to her, but he hoped his presence with worth it.
A yellow gaze narrowed in on Gael. "If... that's alright?" he questioned. "If that's not possible, perhaps I can take a few days off from my duties and go to Tanglewood?" His tone pleaded for approval. There was no telling whether Tanglewood would accept his presence either.
Whatever had happened... He didn't really care. If this was a curse, dream, or a blessing from the God's above, the chance to see her face again was a pleasure. Even so, the back of his mind wondered. Atticus' stomach turned. Falling from the heavens had to have it's consequences, right? The tabby suppressed the thought again. 'This is fine,' the acolyte repeated. 'Death is permanent... sometimes.' His mind told him to be grateful. Doubting this would cause dismay to him and his mother. Being there for her was now his priority, no matter the cost.
Home was where the heart was, but he couldn't tell where he lied currently. Was The Pitt was his home or should momma's boy run back to Tanglewood? Sweeney would be disappointed. The Pittians he had befriended might disown him, just like Tanglewood had done so long ago. Atticus couldn't help but to think further on the subject. Until his decision his made though, he planned to spend as much time as he could with Moth. There was so much to catch up on.
He pulled back, looking around at those had gathered. Weary eyes attempted to lock with their own, offering a nod of thank you. After all, Tanglewood was technically an enemy. Allowing his mother in was a change in pace, perhaps for the good. Atticus swallowed. "We should catch up," he muttered, turning his attention to his mother. "You should stay with me for awhile." Atticus hesitated. "Please." He knew the concept wouldn't seem ideal to her, but he hoped his presence with worth it.
A yellow gaze narrowed in on Gael. "If... that's alright?" he questioned. "If that's not possible, perhaps I can take a few days off from my duties and go to Tanglewood?" His tone pleaded for approval. There was no telling whether Tanglewood would accept his presence either.