[ He used to believe in Heaven. Used to believe in a lot of things - back when he could afford to believe. Back when believing in a Heaven didn't necessitate believing in a Hell, and believing in faeries and magic was an option and a wish and not a cold hard fact.
His indoctrination into the supernatural was not thorough. He knew what he thought he needed to know and closed his ears to any more, refusing to let any more childhood fantasies be ruined by how close they ran to reality... or how far from it they went. The sensation of being watched earns a suspicious glance over his shoulder, a rumble of a growl low in his throat as a warning just in case but nothing comes of it. There's nothing there.
So he's back to pruning weeds. Slowly he shifts from squatting to sitting, bunching dandelions between his fingers and braiding them into a flowercrown when there were no more obstructing the name and dates he tried to pretend weren't related for so long. ]
So, uh...
[ He looks up. Down again. Somewhere for answers. ]
Mom and Dad are fine. And so is my brother, and... Also, me, I guess. I'm fine and, expanding my horizons. I, uh... I wasn't actually stuck, in a wheelchair, and, that's probably because of... Well... I guess, you probably know. So, there is that, on the side of things that were good in this debacle, which is actually mostly, just that... And I, didn't actually lose my license, so, I drive. A lot, actually. I've, seen most of the North, and, eventually I want to go all over the country. And I've been helping people - or, actually, animals, really. But also people, when they choose to. Which, is because, oh. No, I got ahead of myself, uhh... Remember that Youtube channel we had? Well I, sort of took it in another direction, and...
[ He has to stop. Really stop. Scrub a hand over his face, suck in a shaky breath, scrub his eyes and try not to let his emotions boil over. ]
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His indoctrination into the supernatural was not thorough. He knew what he thought he needed to know and closed his ears to any more, refusing to let any more childhood fantasies be ruined by how close they ran to reality... or how far from it they went. The sensation of being watched earns a suspicious glance over his shoulder, a rumble of a growl low in his throat as a warning just in case but nothing comes of it. There's nothing there.
So he's back to pruning weeds. Slowly he shifts from squatting to sitting, bunching dandelions between his fingers and braiding them into a flowercrown when there were no more obstructing the name and dates he tried to pretend weren't related for so long. ]
So, uh...
[ He looks up. Down again. Somewhere for answers. ]
Mom and Dad are fine. And so is my brother, and... Also, me, I guess. I'm fine and, expanding my horizons. I, uh... I wasn't actually stuck, in a wheelchair, and, that's probably because of... Well... I guess, you probably know. So, there is that, on the side of things that were good in this debacle, which is actually mostly, just that... And I, didn't actually lose my license, so, I drive. A lot, actually. I've, seen most of the North, and, eventually I want to go all over the country. And I've been helping people - or, actually, animals, really. But also people, when they choose to. Which, is because, oh. No, I got ahead of myself, uhh... Remember that Youtube channel we had? Well I, sort of took it in another direction, and...
[ He has to stop. Really stop. Scrub a hand over his face, suck in a shaky breath, scrub his eyes and try not to let his emotions boil over. ]
Oh, God. This is so hard. I'm so sorry, Aradia.