Parry || September
Jan 30, 2016 0:34:03 GMT -5
Post by September Storm on Jan 30, 2016 0:34:03 GMT -5
September didn't mind that Jean had a lack of feeling. He didn't completely understand though, either. He tried his best to avoid the topic all together as Jean seemed to clam up when it was mentioned. He knew what it was like to not want to talk about things. The young boy tended to evade conversations on his past. He tried to not think about it either but it always found a way to haunt him at night. The night terrors were the worst. They went away when he was with Jean though, yet another reason to cling to him. It was rather embarrassing to have to use a nightlight at sixteen. At least he didn't wet the bed anymore.
He loved it when Jean spoke French. He usually understood, as children of Chione speak fluent French. Unfortunately for him, his goddess mother resided in Canada, thus leaving him with only knowledge of Canadian French. It could make understanding Jean slightly more difficult, but he would try none the less. September knew that Jean was a lot more... well-off than he had been. It wouldn't surprise him if the older boy had been raised with maids. He wondered what that was like, every little thing being cared for. Meanwhile he'd received three broken ribs for forgetting to wash the dishes. "I suppose it is," he mumbled back as he trotted after. None of it seemed fair, life. But who was he to complain? He had Jean now and that was enough.
He loved it when Jean spoke French. He usually understood, as children of Chione speak fluent French. Unfortunately for him, his goddess mother resided in Canada, thus leaving him with only knowledge of Canadian French. It could make understanding Jean slightly more difficult, but he would try none the less. September knew that Jean was a lot more... well-off than he had been. It wouldn't surprise him if the older boy had been raised with maids. He wondered what that was like, every little thing being cared for. Meanwhile he'd received three broken ribs for forgetting to wash the dishes. "I suppose it is," he mumbled back as he trotted after. None of it seemed fair, life. But who was he to complain? He had Jean now and that was enough.
