I HAVE AN EXCUSE! …Wordpress hasn’t worked for the past week. >.< It was horrible, but now I hast a miniscene for you guys. So yeah. This is… during the first day of Adrin & Kains’ at the Fortress.
twenty-third of may, two-kay-thirteen
Shay swore he nearly stopped breathing.
He hadn’t meant to overhear them, really. But this was a favorite spot of his – He’d been planning to come here anyway –
But Adrin was curled up to Kain and singing, like Shay used to do to her when she was little. When she was little and scared of thunderstorms and monsters under the bed and came to him for comfort.
Where had the time gone?
His sister’s singing voice was rough, that was true, as if she hadn’t used it in a long time, but it was her! He hummed the tune in his head as she sang, “…shall pass like a thunderstorm, pretty if you like the pain…” Here she hummed a few notes, but from his position he couldn’t see her expression, so imagined it screwed up tight, trying to recall the next few words.
He closed his eyes.
It was summer. He was about eleven, reckless and carefree… trying to wind down for the night when the door opened the tiniest crack and a four-year-old Adrin squeezed through it. He sat up and blinked hard as another unremitting crack of lightning illuminated the house; gave just enough light with just enough time for him to spot her, scared into a statue’s countenance.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose, hand outstretched hesitantly, though encouragingly, as if welcoming but unsure of her reaction.
Like so many other times, she blinked and ran straight into his arms.
And he sung to her, gathering her up like the small child she was and carrying her to his small bed. Laid her down in it, all the while crooning softly the words the older Adrin was missing.
“Come here, let me hold you close – nothing to lose, everything to gain… Shh, this will all pass, just let it rain on your parade… Someday soon it will all be over…”
He turned and left the dock.