Sun didn’t respond immediately.. he just felt sick to his stomach as thoughts began to flood his mind, after a minute or so.. he’d just look back at his father.. and have some sort of “angered” look..
“…For you to get rid of the ones that wound me so, just like you did with your own son..”
He then turned around.. and walked past his mother, not saying a word as he climbed back up the ladder, tears tempting himself to let them stream, yet he did not let them..
aaand-smol timeskippity skap to like three weeks later.
Sun had a habit of looking up sharply whenever a carriage trundled along the drive or when the front door opened when his dad was away. Now, he was looking up nervously every time there was a sound from outside.He looked back down at his Latin and tried not to listen to his step-siblings muttering just outside the room.
Edin: "He's completely batty if he thinks his dad's coming back, it's been three weeks already."
Thalia: "Journeys take a long time. Besides, even if his dad does come back, it's not going to stop us, is it?"
Edin: "We've gone on for this long with him. I just hope I get my knife in time."
Thalia: "You're going to have to be careful.... mother'sother's on to us."
Edin: "Please, Mother knows something's up, but you think she'd believe the Devil incarnate over her own flesh and blood?"
Sun swallowed and tried to focus on what he was reading. Periculum. That meant danger, didn't it? Fitting.
Thalia: "She likes Sun, though. She's worried about how jumpy he is."
Edin: "The sunburn's always jumpy. That's just how he his."
The sound of the door opening stopped his step-sibling's conversation short.
This time, he did not worry about the door opening, if anything, he tried to block out any noise possible, his ears rung as some sounds… grew louder, there was a point it felt like the sounds were so loud, it was hurting his own ears, his hands were placed on the side of his ears as his eyes were shut tight, desperately trying to make the sound stop.. when..-
…The words were so.. blunt.. his expression didn’t even seem to change.. nor did he react facially.. but in his thoughts.. he was going through every type of emotion, sadness from his now dead father.. anger for his step siblings making fun of his own.. “their” own fathers death.. worry for what would happen to him now that he would never return.. but no matter what he thought.. no matter what his mind was going through.. his expression just wouldn’t.. change..
