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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 1:36 pm
He didn't answer at first. He searched the ground with shifting feet, waiting for a napkin or a familiar boot to touch his own. He rolled his head to the side, licking his lips, before he gave a shrug. "Risk," he answered simply. "Until I have something else." A falsehood spoken in truth superseded the number of used personas he left behind. Wasted masks by names like Rowan Cameron and Reven Drayson.
Was there much to tell? What would be of interest to a boy out searching for his father? For someone abandoned by a family and picked up by friends? He had no college with which to compare, little family drama to give away, and fewer stories to his unknown name. To clothe the blackest parts in lighter shades was its own disservice, one that clamored for memory later — a margin scrawl in a notebook or a reminder plugged smartly into his phone — but Xi-Wang deserved some kind of answer. Even a half-truth paid more heed and respect to the other youth than declining altogether.
"The mother I have now is a fiend. We have that in common." Even if that fiendishness was for starkly different reasons. Even if they never knew the depths of each other's abusers, they didn't need to learn — not to establish the first steps of solidarity. Of some tenuous, delicate friendship.
"I'd like to get started." The newly-named boy excused himself from his chair, sounded only by the drag of metal against tile floor. "I won't be a mystery forever. And you won't sell yourself short forever," he added, half-encouragement and half-expectation.
"Are you going to stay?" Provided Xi wanted to leave, he intended to walk the older boy to the door.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2018 5:51 pm
"I think....I think friends make the best family - we get to choose them." And they knew what they were picking, at least better than the family they were given at birth. He would, hopefully, get to decide if his biological father would get to be family or not. But he had family and he was happy to have them, very happy. It was what bound him to his court, and somewhere deep down he knew he'd fight tooth and nail if he ever had to - to protect them.
He might not fight for himself, not really, but he would for them. Because they mattered.
Watching the other stand up he smiled softly, tilting his head a bit. "Alright, I wish you good luck and thank you for the help - it means a lot." It meant a lot, possibly more than the other could know. If he kept his father, and maybe gained even more family than that, it would mean more than he could currently fathom. Yet that didn't mean he didn't hope for that; because he did.
"I hope you don't remain such a mystery. I would like to properly call you and thank you....not having a name to use seems impersonal." Holding out a hand he stood slowly. "I think I'll go also." Nodding his head towards the door.
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