Boiling point [Beck; VT with Aveo]
Apr 22, 2020 15:26:50 GMT -5
Post by * on Apr 22, 2020 15:26:50 GMT -5
Aveo Angevin "One day, what you did won't matter. What you leave behind will." Six months... Six months had passed and the household had gained a new lease on life. It was much less chaotic then before. A lot more quiet without all the fighting and bickering between the oldest and the youngest. Two children now occupied the house, one per each bedroom. Though, in the tranquil routine was something amiss that would never return. Aveo's room grew warmer as the sunlight started to flood in and a gentle knock on the door came to greet him. Of course, it was returned with a groan. "Go away!" He grumbled, raising an arm as if to swat away the disturbance that might already be in his room. Moments later he let his body slip back into the recesses of his mind. Another dream yet emerged but this one seemed to be filled with anguish and crimson pools and no sooner had his body fully relaxed, he felt the jolt of fear penetrate his heart and he jerked awake. Bolting up in his bed, he clutched his chest and gathered his senses. "Ripred's sake..." His chest began to heave and his body glistened with sweat as he let his eyes focus and settle back on the room he called his own. The aquarium glass that held his precious friends and the card house he'd made last night had fallen over, now scattered on the floor. His sheets sodden were with fear as he remembered all too quickly that this day would be one that he would remember for the rest of his life, aside from the sword that rid him of the only thing that made his life a living hell. "The tour..." A hand reached up to his face, wiping away the damp that decorated his features and as he pulled himself from the bed, he picked up the caterpillar pillow from the floor and placed it gently on the shelf once more. "Hey guys! Anyone going to emerge from their cocoons today? Anyone brave enough to see what's out here and venture out into the great unknown?" He clicked the light on and got a better look to see one of the butterflies had been half formed and no longer moving. Inside, a pang of guilt that through all of the trouble and change it had tried to do, it was nary enough to survive. "Sorry, Quillen. You'll rest later. Don't worry." He reached inside and pulled it out to put it in the drawer until he returned home. Again, a gentle knock came to the door and another groan greeted the visitor. "Aveo? Mom said it's time to leave. We'll see you there when it's time." Her voice had no perk anymore, but like any little kid, she pretended that everything was okay. She's the one who took it the hardest maybe because she felt guilty that she fought with her all the time. She had told him that the day she went to the justice building to see her off, that Amberly didn't even reciprocate the feelings back at her. Maybe that was a good thing. As he opened the door to see her face, it was red and her eyes already wavy with tears. Then again, maybe not. His hand reached up to her cheek and without a word, passed by her. Even as he passed by Alaxa's room, he diverted his gaze away unable to look inside. "Didn't you say we had to get going already? Come on, Alaxa." His attire was nothing special but as he looked in the mirror he began to hate what he saw. His unkempt hair was a problem, no amount of brushing could tame his locks. His gangly arms that hung down by his sides and the pants that were almost two sizes too big and being held up by a belt. New clothes were not going to be purchased unless his had became unwearable as to save money since they had one less to help with income. He watched his family walk out of his house before he ran back to his room to gather up supplies. A jar that held three cocoons and he knew that they'd be emerging any day now. The countdown started two weeks previous and movement was already happening. He could only hope that the newest victor would appreciate the sentiment he was fixing to bestow upon him. "Beck, I have so many questions I want to ask you when I meet you." His whispers were carried on the wind as he was ushered to where the family's gathered. |