There was something to be said about mornings. When the dark began to slowly glide away, everything was masked by a col grey. During winter it made all surroundings look beautiful. During all other seasons it turned the world into a painting with bright colors striking sharply into the sky.
Trees looked decorated and the ground looked as clean is it ever could. There was something adventurous and miserable about it all. Lestat could only pass it off as a tangible dream. If ever anyone asked what the dreams of his soul were, the brown adult supposed the only answer would be early morning, when the night sky fought the rising sun, and spilled it's blood for all to see.
Nelos wasn't with him. She never was once night began to fall. The silly girl insisted on being at her mother's side whenever it was time to sleep. It could easily be said that if she wasn't with him, she was with Echo.
A mom was one of the most prized things Nelos had. Lestat would have bet the orange teen would even choose her mother over him. Which meant a mother's love was truly something special, on account of Nelos never left him the Hell alone. His eyes cringed at this. A mother's love, possibly the only thing he could never have no matter how much he wanted it. He'd met the cold b***h named Meskeet. And the thought had finally come to him, that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't Arguin's only child. He had siblings, he had too. But where were they?
We don't need a mother. Only girls do.
Lestat didn't need anyone. He had two other voices in his head if he became terribly bored. Three was a crowd. Any more would have been ridiculous.
We need a hobby. Too much time to think. Why can't Lestat get us something to do? Because there's only one job in the world I want, and I can't get it right now. Or ever. I'm not going to waste away here. You better get us out of here soon. I wouldn't say wasting. Just rotting, detetiorating, like a rabbit with maggots. Except we don't smell all that bad.
"Lestat!"
A brown head rolled back on the ground as the male glanced behind himself. "Go back to sleep. Your mom is going to flip out."
He didn't even care to hide the annoyance in his tone.
Sticking out her tongue, Nelos shook her head. Males couldn't appreciate anything. At least daddy did. Which meant there was some hope for Lestat. She held faith. "I couldn't sleep."
"Did you close your eyes? Lay down? Anything?" he grumbled, as he felt her settle down beside him. The warmth of her flesh felt soothing against his wind-chilled side.
"I'll try that now, then." she said, as a yawn spread across her face. "I felt bad, you're always sleeping alone. Why don't you sleep next to your dad?" Her parents held a special place in her heart. Yet no matter how much she thought, she couldn't fathom why Arguin didn't seem so to Lestat.
"I'm a man, that's why." Pressing his eyes shut tight, he relaxed beside her. How could he convey it to her so that she would understand? He felt off here. He didn't belong. Nothing had been said, it was just a feeling that followed him everywhere, and bit him when he least expected it. "I need to leave this place. I don't fit." He was, he felt, a waste. And he knew he would feel as such for as long as he stayed.
"That's silly. You were born here. You belong where you're born."
"Do you? No matter what?"
"Of course." Her voice was carried lightly on her soft breath as sleep began to root in her mind, and carry her thoughts off with the wind.
He hadn't been born here. He knew enough to know that. His dreams told him that, his early memories. Even Becker and Evem agreed, if that counted for anything. Vivid nightmares did not let him forget this.
Watching her face it was obvious she'd slipped away to sleep. Her peacefullness touched him so, his mind was soon follow; contented by her presence.
