She knew, of course, the world was a cruel place, and even then she was still surprised at man’s corruption where not even a child was safe. However, she hadn’t a clue as to what lay in his past, because he never spoke of it, but of course, she could more or less figure. She knew what made him sorrow-filled, becoming familiar with what made him angry, as well as taking into account what unnerved him. She knew him through and through, or at the very least she believed she did… She was aware of just what the harsh sounds of chaos outside did the boy, and moreover what the lonesome void of light caused within him. “The darkness is what you fear the most, yes master?” she said softly, embracing the poor child, knowing how frightened he was of not just the loud clapping sounds, but also the blackness surrounding them. ‘ I see….it is expected,’ She mused to herself. “It’s so dark…” He said again as he clung to her tighter, his face pressed against her left breast like the needy brat he was.Īt his desperate hold, she too held him close, quickly coming down from the light start he had given her, holding him tightly against her and keeping his trembling body near her. His arms then wrapped around her with a sudden quickness, surprising her enough to put a halt to the gentle strokes she had provided on the fair-haired youth. He had insisted she crawl in there with him, and of course, she wouldn’t dare dismiss his request, not when his blue eyes were nothing but melted ice, overflooding, and momentarily causing streams of sorrow down his young face. “It’s so dark…” Alois whispered back to her as she sat on the large bed with him, satin sheets draped over both of them as they stayed huddled close together. She so often assured him there was nothing in the world more important to her than he was, feeding the desperate young boy with everything he wanted to hear, not because it served to her benefit, but because he needed it. ‘ Never leave me…Never abandon me (f/n),’ He thought to himself, silently ordering her. And it wasn’t just for that night she had made such a proclamation… “Shh…it’ll be alright young master,” she assured him, her voice sweet, almost saccharine as she spoke to him, “I’m here…I’m here… And I’ll always be here,” she said yet again, repeating the words over and over, chanting them to him in a low, melodic tune that only she could produce. “Don’t cry…” she cooed softly, all whilst petting the young boy, her hand gently running over his blonde, silken hair, combing it down with her small raking fingers to soothe him. Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘ Example’

I guess cause I like having more details now, Idk about anyone else. I had actually written that one when I was younger and posted it up much later on that site… but I feel like I’ve done better now, like I’ve vastly improved. I like this one more, since its more recent and edited. Heck, now that I’m re-reading both, I kind of don’t recognize much of the original.

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