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Once more into the brink
Summary: Elle meets Dacian and learns more about what she's getting into.

Link: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=10809217

Slowly, ever so slowly Brennan pressed down on a blob of dark blue play-dough. The strong smelling putty yielded to the pressure and flattened a bit causing the boy to grin. Brennan had always liked how the dough did what he wanted it to do. All he had to do was push on it and he could force it into almost any shape he wanted. He didn't know why but Brennan enjoyed the feeling this power gave him. The fact that each squished bit of blue putty then bore the same grooves and ridges of his hands and fingers just made it even better. These lines made it unique make the things Brennan created more his than anything else in the world.

Carefully, the young Ames molded this piece into the fourth wall of the castle he was building, he had seen castles on t.v they were strong and lasted forever. Play-dough however was soft and yielded to Brennan's small hands and childlike strength. Thus by making a castle out of play-dough meant Brennan could see if it would magically become strong. To a toddler's simple mind this was incredibly logical.


The castle was completed just as the woman who cared for him walked past, the golden haired young woman stopped to admire his handiwork and comment " That's a very pretty.. um something Brennan." Her words were soft but Brennan frowned anyways, how could she not know this was a castle? It looked just like all the others he'd seen, it had walls with ridged tops and tower things and a mildly misshapen bell. As far as the little boy could tell it was quite possibly the best castle made of play-dough ever.

Frustrated Brennan smacked a green skinned hand down into the blue play-dough castle, there now it was a something. A moment later the boy grinned almost gleefully as his glassy grey eyes stared at the nearly shapeless pile of putty which now bore only the imprint of his hand. Somehow destroying the Castle had been much more fun that making it For Brennan. It had also shown him that it didn't matter what he made the play-dough into it was still squishy. As he picked stray bits of the smelly dough off his hands Brennan smiled to himself and thought about what he wanted to create and then destroy next.

Dear diary:


Raising a child is a lot tougher than I ever expected. I mean the good outweighs the bad of course but I just never knew it was really this tough. The books I've read and the shows I watched beforehand prepared me for a great deal and they gave me a lot of things to try when faced with unwanted behavior.Still I seem to struggle daily to get by without collapsing. Some situations come with no warning and are the sorts of things no materials ever covers. I'm doing my best to get by but I have days when for a short time I wish I could just treat Brennan like an assignment and shove him in a corner and not think about him, just for a few hours. I think perhaps that makes me a horrible person.

Mostly I think I'm still just not used to the energy required to care for a toddler. Time I have since I work from home for the most part but energy is another story. I was fairly sedentary unless on photo shoots and even then I'm not doing that much moving about. Now I spend all day chasing Brennan, putting clothes back on him, taking away breakable objects and answering his questions while he and whatever group of toys he's using at the moment migrate through the house. I knew toddlers were energetic and i knew there's be some a amount of chasing but I never expected it to be this hard, after all I've got the longer legs.


I think maybe I should enroll him in a daycare or something. He's only met one of the other compound children so far and I'm not even sure how that went, for which I should also be given a bad mother award, letting him water outside alone even if I could see him from the window. Perhaps a bit more socialization is in order to help Brennan settle, if nothing else it will give me a few more stress free hours a day.

Gods help I can hear him splashing water all over the floor in the bathroom. I better go and stop him before he floods the whole place again and we get complaints.

Elle.