The Badass Lion and Her Stumbling Snake
Jul 14, 2015 0:00:30 GMT
Post by Aito Bellamy on Jul 14, 2015 0:00:30 GMT
”Yes. She is.” Aito nodded, very proud of his mother. He knew she’d been through more crap than most people should have to deal with in their life. By the time she turned twenty she’d been working two jobs for almost a year in order to provide for her unborn child who, when he was born, had needed quite a lot of medical attention due to his early arrival and impossibly tiny size. Aito knew that story well, however, it had taken years of growing up and eavesdropping to fully come about to the nature of his conception in the first place… which had quite explained why his mother was so very adamant about making sure he knew how to properly treat people with respect, no matter who they were, and to remember that he was his own person.
The Slytherin kept his eyes on Alkawari, as she began to tell him about her own mother, seeming a bit awkward about it. It wasn’t hard to see why, of course, even Aito could tell that Alkawari was quite strong as a person and the idea that her mother was quite delicate actually surprised him a good deal. Then again, not everyone could always be strong, nor could the world properly function without all different sorts of people. The way Alkawari spoke of her mother too, in the past tense, as though the woman were not of this world any longer, which, Aito supposed, she very well might be. It was hard to tell sometimes, when Alkawari opened up to him, especially about where she had come from, if she was proud of what she was telling him or afraid of being judged for it. ”Perhaps your mother was strong once, before you knew her, and she broke. That happens sometimes, you know. People can become broken and sometimes, they can’t fix themselves back to the way they were before, especially if they’ve been through something traumatic.”
Aito sighed, hoping he didn’t offend Alkawari with his suggestion, though he did feel she was being a bit harsh on her mother. After all, most were only ever gifted the one mum, and when you were lucky enough to have one who loved you, you should be grateful for that. At least, that was how Aito felt about it. He knew not all mums were good ones like he had, and that some of them probably shouldn’t be allowed to be considered the mothers of their children, but he wasn’t really thinking about those ones. The subject dropped though, as Alkawari finally turned to look at him again, asking if he wanted to skip classes with her for the day. Aito pondered it, turning the idea over in his head, thinking hard. He would miss History of Magic and Charms and double Potions later, but he was doing very well in all of those. He wouldn’t be missing any tests unless they were given a pop quiz, and he could make up the work or get notes from Max later if need be. The Slytherin was still tempted to say no though, to refuse to miss his classes because he strived so hard to do well in them… and yet, something about Alkawari’s face had him nodding.
”Yeah, alright. But only just this once, I don’t normally miss classes for anything.” Aito smiled, reaching out a hand and brushing his finger tips gently down the side of Alkawari’s face. He paused before bringing his hand lower, hovering slightly over her jaw, remember how she had brought his hand to her neck before leaving the night before. He hadn’t understood what it meant. So, Aito reached down, taking up Alkawari’s hand and bringing it to his own neck, gently resting it there. ”And you have to explain… what this means? It’s been bugging me all night because I wasn’t sure…”
The Slytherin kept his eyes on Alkawari, as she began to tell him about her own mother, seeming a bit awkward about it. It wasn’t hard to see why, of course, even Aito could tell that Alkawari was quite strong as a person and the idea that her mother was quite delicate actually surprised him a good deal. Then again, not everyone could always be strong, nor could the world properly function without all different sorts of people. The way Alkawari spoke of her mother too, in the past tense, as though the woman were not of this world any longer, which, Aito supposed, she very well might be. It was hard to tell sometimes, when Alkawari opened up to him, especially about where she had come from, if she was proud of what she was telling him or afraid of being judged for it. ”Perhaps your mother was strong once, before you knew her, and she broke. That happens sometimes, you know. People can become broken and sometimes, they can’t fix themselves back to the way they were before, especially if they’ve been through something traumatic.”
Aito sighed, hoping he didn’t offend Alkawari with his suggestion, though he did feel she was being a bit harsh on her mother. After all, most were only ever gifted the one mum, and when you were lucky enough to have one who loved you, you should be grateful for that. At least, that was how Aito felt about it. He knew not all mums were good ones like he had, and that some of them probably shouldn’t be allowed to be considered the mothers of their children, but he wasn’t really thinking about those ones. The subject dropped though, as Alkawari finally turned to look at him again, asking if he wanted to skip classes with her for the day. Aito pondered it, turning the idea over in his head, thinking hard. He would miss History of Magic and Charms and double Potions later, but he was doing very well in all of those. He wouldn’t be missing any tests unless they were given a pop quiz, and he could make up the work or get notes from Max later if need be. The Slytherin was still tempted to say no though, to refuse to miss his classes because he strived so hard to do well in them… and yet, something about Alkawari’s face had him nodding.
”Yeah, alright. But only just this once, I don’t normally miss classes for anything.” Aito smiled, reaching out a hand and brushing his finger tips gently down the side of Alkawari’s face. He paused before bringing his hand lower, hovering slightly over her jaw, remember how she had brought his hand to her neck before leaving the night before. He hadn’t understood what it meant. So, Aito reached down, taking up Alkawari’s hand and bringing it to his own neck, gently resting it there. ”And you have to explain… what this means? It’s been bugging me all night because I wasn’t sure…”