I'm trying another chapter fic, and I'm not sure why. Just lately, I've been completely drawn to him. I was replaying case 1 and just thought "... God he's pretty." So now I've even been drawing the guy on my calculator D: So yeah, I'll try it and see what happens.
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The world seemed so bright and beautiful, the subtle baby blues and hues of indigo blending together into a wonderfully blank canvas that a painter would dream of ever owning. The pure white clouds scuttled across the sky, elegant swans and eagles intertwining as the clouds moved, becoming ox and cats and giraffe. The constant horizon was an uneven mess of browns, greens and greys, as city blurred with countryside, the town standing out bathed in light as glass windows reflected the sun. The grass surrounded his feet, licking at the leather shoes with abandon, not caring if their saliva was less than welcomed by the owner. He lifted his head slowly, covered eyes filtering harmful rays from damaging such a youthful face. Crystalline blue eyes squinted, observing the picturesque landscape. Here, he decided, would be a good spot to curl up and sleep.
His mother. That was it. Something to do with his mother. And his father, the two of them. Something like that. And sirens. Wailing. Screeching. Loud, obnoxious, disturbing the quiet street. Yeah, something like that.
He was being nudged, a hand placed on his shoulder to lightly jostle the sleeping boy. Drowsy eyes opened slowly, still attempting to shut out the invading light. He heard a slight jingling, possibly from a uniform constantly displaced from the small movements. As Kristoph's eyes took in the scene, an angel in a blue suit leaning over him as light illuminated young features to catch his attention, he once again heard those cursed wails, never ceasing to destroy all peace of the world around them. He barely heard the crackle of some sort of transceiver, a muffled "We found him" audible over the myriad of other sounds that clashed, building into a crescendo as Kristoph put his hands to his ears, suddenly feeling scared of all around him.
The policeman hauled Kristoph to his feet, dust and dirt dropping from the pale blue shirt and beige shorts onto the ground below to lose their individuality as soon as grain met earth. Muddied knees felt weak, manicured fingers clinging to blue-clothed arm.
His mother. Why was her face so fresh in his mind, yet seeming so distant? It was as if a thin veil had been placed, obscuring finer details of what should be such easy to access memories. Yet as the stifled words were spoken to that transceiver, thoughts clicked into place as shocked flooded every pore of his being. "Yeah, we found his mum last night, head wound. Apparently the kid had fled after seeing, I don't blame him considering his age. Yeah, we've got the dad in custody. The kid? I don't know, find some relatives for now? She's in hospital, scans being carried out to try and save her. No, she's not dead yet. It seems another domestic, heat of the moment. No no, bring him in, he can stay here for questioning for a bit." Such sounds, thrown out with such carelessness that a dull weight settled over him. He allowed his lithe body to be dragged to the police car, what would usually be an amazing adventure for someone his age.
The sirens were off, a subtle hum accompanying the car as it moved steadily onwards, tears trickling down the pale cheeks dappled with a light tan, leaving clear tracks as drops fell onto blemished knees and now tattered clothing, barely missing the slightly clenched fists that were one of the last times that Kristoph Gavin ever allowed his emotion to shine through his ever thickening mask.
