Anteros sat down, looking at his mother with alert eyes, wanting to hear everything she had to say. Her arm around him was comforting but her words were distressing. It didn't make sense and his confusion showed on his face. He could never hide how he felt, he didn't know how.
Lost purpose. It was something that Anteros had felt since he'd arrived back. He didn't know that's what it was but his mother's words were like dark worms that were gnawing holes in his brain, trying to infest his thoughts. Relic. Replaced. Just words but yet..
The news seemed to have crushed him, it was.. a lot to take in. And much like a child, Anteros lay his head down in his mother's lap, curling an arm around her that was equal protection and comfort for both of them. He had yet to say anything and when the words finally came, they were soft, "You'll always be the most powerful to me.."
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Lost purpose. It was something that Anteros had felt since he'd arrived back. He didn't know that's what it was but his mother's words were like dark worms that were gnawing holes in his brain, trying to infest his thoughts. Relic. Replaced. Just words but yet..
The news seemed to have crushed him, it was.. a lot to take in. And much like a child, Anteros lay his head down in his mother's lap, curling an arm around her that was equal protection and comfort for both of them. He had yet to say anything and when the words finally came, they were soft, "You'll always be the most powerful to me.."