Fawful looked at Peasley, as he lay beneath him. "It did not have to be this way. I never asked to be grown!" He yelled at him, tears falling at a slow pace.
"...Fawful…"
When heaven seems so far away…
Peasley helped him out of the brushes, for which he was found as an infant.
Of all the times he had been blown unconscious by the brute force of a hammer.
Of all the times his skin had been forced open by a sword.
He was the one to help him up.
Your dreams are just a memory….
He adjusted his broken glasses, his red eye being blatantly visible. Then, he threw his arms around Peasley torso.
Without the dark the light won't show…
Peasley wrapped his arms around the shorter.
He was sorry.
He shouldn't have took such measures against a 7 year old.
All it did was drive the small one farther.
Remember that you're not alone…
He had to admit, though.
He was kinda glad Fawful survived.
When everyone just turns away
Peasley lead Fawful back to the castle, where Cackletta and Star asked them both if they were okay.
"We're okay."
"We have fine."
We break the promises we made….
Peasley remembered a similar experience he had.
When he first learned the ways of the sword from his father.
The king was hard on him.
...So he guessed he was too hard on Fawful.
When love is just too hard to hold.
Fawful took a deep breath, and smiled at Peasley.
Just take a breath and let it go…
"Never let your guard down, Peasley. It would only lead to a knife in your back."
"Yes, Father."
Oh, oh, oh, oh….
"Mistress Cackletta!"
"...I...I can...I can do this...ow...ow…"
Just keep breathing…
"Taste the wrath of Fawful's Fury!'
"Not so fast there, menace!"
"Eat Energy, Peas-rat!"
Just keep breathing….
