I wrote this in half an hour- concrit expected. Reviews appreciated. I don't own AF.
Tears spring into eyes, unkown to be possible, but there nonetheless, they trail down reptilian cheeks, trailing lines of a darker off-green in their wake. It is the only thing that moves, knees scared stiff.
He wonders, is wondering if Qwan is right. How can he know? He is also wondering if himself is correct. What if she . . . Nothing was promised.
If there was one thing that tore him apart, it was how demons were raised now. In families. It made him ache for a mother. Could he have found her . . .?
Move, he ordered his legs. Move. .!
His leg moved, feebly, as we tried to walk up the lane. The faux sun was rising to
There he stood, on her (probably) doorstep. He knocked all but silently on the door, but it opened all the same.
"Hello," A demon with runes like his own said. She had eyes like tunnels without lights. She had a voice that sounded like the music of boulders crashing. She seemed to smile, though it was hard to tell with demons.
"I-Ah, Nevermind," He said, before turning back around and walking away, hastily.
Now, if an interlude is permissible, fairies are sensitive creatures to emotion and life. Demons are the least sensitive, but usually use their knowledge for maximum pain. They can sense things such as fear, sadness, death, new life and family ties. Now, please, continue.
Tears, that shouldn't be, wouldn't be, are, possible; cloud the edges, of her eyes making them like night rain.
"You are . . ." She trailed off. This demon was usually picked on for being
"My son," She finished, her tears turning into a river cascading down each side of her face.
"Mother?!" No1 squawked, as he was pulled into a near-violent hug from his mother. His mother. His mother. His mother!
"Mother!" He screamed, hugging her tighter, picking her up, spinning her around, jumping a bit and crying.
"Mother," He whispered.
"Son," She answered. She kissed his forehead. "I am here now, imp. I promise."
No1 snuggled into his mother's soft, scaly embrace and felt protected. Shielded.
silhouette him as he saw his figure slowly widen. Closer, closer, slow step, let the other foot catch up. Closer . . . closer . . .sympathetic and having a thirst for knowledge. She hated humans, but saw pointless disdain stupid. No one else could have No1 as an offspring.