oo4: conjunction
karierte
Your mother would hold your hand as if it were a kite string, ribbons trailing, whenever you went out. It's always crisp autumn, when you walked with her, cold enough to blow dragon breath into the numb air, to hear leaves crunching beneath small feet. She'd smile.
At night, she'd sing to you; hush little baby, forehead to forehead, even though you were six. You'd whisper the Lord's Prayer into your pillow; she'd turn the lights off. Amen.
She had gaps between her teeth, but it hadn't mattered to you then in those pavement-skipping days, where nothing mattered but the moment. When you—the young you; the old you—could still say, mummy, then let your fingers link together without shame. You took each day as it came, naïve. Always running forwards, gliding on the whistling wind with wide eyes.
Sometimes, she'd cry, tears seeping from her palms, trembling, the most horrible sounds coming out. You'd watch.
You wanted to ask: why, but you were afraid she might tell you the truth.
A/N
Notice anything? Hmm, hmm? I'll tell you anyways, XD. This drabble does not have the word 'and' in it--I'm so proud. Also, I experimented with the unknown realm of second person, so I'm not quite sure how I feel about it yet. The drabble is for smearedliner: I hope you liked it. And, Nozomi-sama, was the varied sentence length coming through...?
Feedback is still loved~ :3
