~*Improviso Vir*~
Unexpected Hero
You are now at the beginning of a Lucas-centric Drabble Collection. Updates are whenever I get a decent idea. Prepare for major angst, you have been warned.
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The house felt…
Empty.
There was nothing there, either that, or what was really important was gone.
Lucas knew the answer. He knew more than anyone ever gave credit for. He wondered miserably what his mother had done, or his brother, to deserve a death as gruesome as they come.
Death my mauling, being ripped apart by a Drago.
He felt…dead inside. It had been two weeks after the terrible news; two weeks after their family had been ripped apart. Every heartbeat, every blink, every breath, brought about a new wave of pain so incredible he wanted to close his eyes and cry.
But the tears didn't come. They had stopped coming lately.
Lucas the crybaby, they called him. He didn't blame them. Not one bit. But he couldn't help being a mother's boy; he really did love his mom. Not that he didn't love his dad, but his mother was a very prominent figure in his eyes.
He turned his eyes to the roof, sniffling slightly. His legs were pulled up to his chest as he sat in an old rocking chair, arms wrapped around them, as his dark blue eyes scanned the room.
Everything was neat, but too neat. It had the look of a place that people didn't live in. There was no laughter in the air, no voices. The only sounds was the crackling embers and the soft sound of his breath.
Boney, his pet dog was out with his father, Flint. His father could be gone until far into the night, hunting stubbornly for Claus.
There had been days when Lucas had hoped that his twin would just open the door, complaining about how his feet hurt, but after a week he knew that even though his brother had vanished without a trace, there was little hope he'd just walk in.
Give up.
Lucas needed his father more than ever, but between his sheriff duties and looking for Claus, he rarely saw hat or scarf of his dad.
He closed his eyes again and didn't open them for some time.