@"Paradox"
Evante frowned as he tugged at a strand of his silvery white hair. He was curled up in one of the library's comfortably large leather chairs, and up until then, had been fairly content-- for once.
Yet, now... he'd read the same line of the page in front of him at least seven times. His thoughts were all over the place, a whirlwind of action in his head that made him wince and wouldn't let his mind rest for a moment. He'd woken up with a bad feeling, but had shaken it off quickly, hoping it was just paranoia.
Apparently not.
Pale blue eyes slid closed, images and memories playing across his eyelids.
Things he'd rather forget, words he'd wished he'd never heard. Fear, so much fear and worry. Not for himself, of course, but for his sweet mother, who was always there when he needed someone the most. He couldn't contact her as much as he wished, unwilling to have his letters intercepted by them, but he would never do anything that could potentially put her at risk.
If only his father...
Evante grit his teeth, growling under his breath. Mixed in with those growls were nearly inaudible whimpers.
"Why now...?" He muttered to himself. "Why flashbacks now?"
Evante frowned as he tugged at a strand of his silvery white hair. He was curled up in one of the library's comfortably large leather chairs, and up until then, had been fairly content-- for once.
Yet, now... he'd read the same line of the page in front of him at least seven times. His thoughts were all over the place, a whirlwind of action in his head that made him wince and wouldn't let his mind rest for a moment. He'd woken up with a bad feeling, but had shaken it off quickly, hoping it was just paranoia.
Apparently not.
Pale blue eyes slid closed, images and memories playing across his eyelids.
Things he'd rather forget, words he'd wished he'd never heard. Fear, so much fear and worry. Not for himself, of course, but for his sweet mother, who was always there when he needed someone the most. He couldn't contact her as much as he wished, unwilling to have his letters intercepted by them, but he would never do anything that could potentially put her at risk.
If only his father...
Evante grit his teeth, growling under his breath. Mixed in with those growls were nearly inaudible whimpers.
"Why now...?" He muttered to himself. "Why flashbacks now?"