Post by The Anarchist on Sept 13, 2019 12:39:36 GMT -5
The sun shined less bright. Melodious birds sounded faint and distant. The world felt like a smaller place than it had before. Colors were drab. Gloom was beginning to infest the recesses of the mind.
Jason was in route to the maternal sanctuary in search of an escape, of hope, of healing. No matter what he was feeling or going through, there was always his mom (or is it mommy?) to enjoy it with or make it better.
Not even the sweet, floral notes of orange blossoms growing on the trees was registering as he approaches her house. He wasn't just in the early throes of depression. He was also in a race to ward off the darkness from claiming further territory.
He spots the bright blue of her gingham dress first. Then her locks of dark brown hair neatly straightened over her shoulders. Lucy was never one for much makeup, feeling that the natural was more complimentary of one's appearance than the artificial. Still, she was known to apply a little lipstick and/or eye shadow from time to time.
Hearing the approaching noise gets her to turn around. Her blue eyes twinkle in the natural light. Her smile is wide, warm, and welcoming. Lucy waves to her son and then walks towards him with her arms held out.
"Oh! This is the most pleasant of surprises! I just knew today was going to be a good day, I just simply kept telling myself---oh my. What's the matter, darling?"
There's no sense in trying to hide it. She knows. Lucy wraps him up like she were a warm blanket. He rests his head on her left shoulder and lets his arms slink around her lower back. Lucy strokes his hair like she had many times before. Comforting him. Absorbing any traces of negative energy.
"There there, my sweet angel. Mommy has you now. Let's see if we can't get the sun out from behind those gray clouds. Why yes. I do believe that would be the best thing. After all, I don't want you to be sad, oh no, that simply will not do. But you already know that, don't you?"
Lucy guides him to the porch steps, where they sit down. He lays his head down on her lap and receives a soft kiss on the cheek. She continues to run her fingers in a calming motion through his hair, but moves to his arm shortly after.
"Can I stay here for the night??"
"Why of course you can, dear. You know how much I enjoy having you home. I even kept your room just how you like it. Wasn't that nice of me? Hmm?"
There's a faint smile to her comforting response. Lucy was equal parts chipper and eccentric, but had a heart of gold. Outsiders may view their unique relationship as abnormal, but neither of them were bothered or placed any value on their distorted opinions. To them, it was innocent and wholesome.
"I'm still having problems with trauma, mommy. I need your help. My mind keeps attacking. Make it stop. Please, make it stop!"
Jason was in route to the maternal sanctuary in search of an escape, of hope, of healing. No matter what he was feeling or going through, there was always his mom (or is it mommy?) to enjoy it with or make it better.
Not even the sweet, floral notes of orange blossoms growing on the trees was registering as he approaches her house. He wasn't just in the early throes of depression. He was also in a race to ward off the darkness from claiming further territory.
He spots the bright blue of her gingham dress first. Then her locks of dark brown hair neatly straightened over her shoulders. Lucy was never one for much makeup, feeling that the natural was more complimentary of one's appearance than the artificial. Still, she was known to apply a little lipstick and/or eye shadow from time to time.
Hearing the approaching noise gets her to turn around. Her blue eyes twinkle in the natural light. Her smile is wide, warm, and welcoming. Lucy waves to her son and then walks towards him with her arms held out.
"Oh! This is the most pleasant of surprises! I just knew today was going to be a good day, I just simply kept telling myself---oh my. What's the matter, darling?"
There's no sense in trying to hide it. She knows. Lucy wraps him up like she were a warm blanket. He rests his head on her left shoulder and lets his arms slink around her lower back. Lucy strokes his hair like she had many times before. Comforting him. Absorbing any traces of negative energy.
"There there, my sweet angel. Mommy has you now. Let's see if we can't get the sun out from behind those gray clouds. Why yes. I do believe that would be the best thing. After all, I don't want you to be sad, oh no, that simply will not do. But you already know that, don't you?"
Lucy guides him to the porch steps, where they sit down. He lays his head down on her lap and receives a soft kiss on the cheek. She continues to run her fingers in a calming motion through his hair, but moves to his arm shortly after.
"Can I stay here for the night??"
"Why of course you can, dear. You know how much I enjoy having you home. I even kept your room just how you like it. Wasn't that nice of me? Hmm?"
There's a faint smile to her comforting response. Lucy was equal parts chipper and eccentric, but had a heart of gold. Outsiders may view their unique relationship as abnormal, but neither of them were bothered or placed any value on their distorted opinions. To them, it was innocent and wholesome.
"I'm still having problems with trauma, mommy. I need your help. My mind keeps attacking. Make it stop. Please, make it stop!"