"I don't even know why I am writing in this stupid thing. But a promise is a promise."
Tiberius had promised Song to give the journal a try. He had often taken to the shores for swims or even now surfing. A very new past time he'd been shown and started to enjoy. She'd said she worried about him as the months got colder and his moods kept him longer. She was an nosy girl. And she cornered him into a promise. He knew she was at least genuine.
Marted? il' 11
Instead of gathering my thoughts in the silence of the sea, this will be my first and perhaps my only entry. I never promised how often I would write in here.
I don't think there would have been enough night or enough water to clear my mind of the news each of my brothers have dropped on me tonight. Neither have told mother, and I fear how she will react. But I think each, if told, would garnish very different reactions.
I do not think Larc meant what he said last we spoke. And I have to admit I was a little harder on him than I should have been. I should have heard his reason out. Then jumped down his neck. Merda, what was he thinking. I just could not take that talk of leaving the family at such an important time, and on the tale of Max's news. I do not think Larc will. He's stronger than he thinks. At least I hope. I have not even mentioned his words to me to Max for I know they were in confidence. But I swear if he abandons us I will never forgive him.
Max. Draconian. Draconian. It took all I had not to throw the first hit. No matter how insane he would have become, I wouldn't have cared. But we were in public and I didn't want our family business there in-front of everyone and the blue. He sleeps with the enemy. How does one take that news? You love your blood like no other and wish to accept everything. He's done some really bone headed things before. How the hell this even started is beyond me. I am not happy. I am wary. Not as much for our sake, but for his. He's taken a big chance and what if she is manipulating him, using him as a pawn? Dragons are not so stupid. Well, not all of them. Max is heartblind and headstrong when he feels he is in the right. I fear for my brothers.
But this place makes for unimaginable alliances. I know we must adapt in order to survive. But he can not expect all of us to change as fast. If father were here I fear how he would take to our choices, mine, Max, the girls. At least Larc would be saved. If father were here he would not wear this duty like a slaves yoke.
Tibs sighed as his hands rubs his face in exhaustion. He was sitting at the desk in his room. He'd arranged it to where it could look out to the sea beyond the cliff. He could only star out into its darkness and try and gather himself back together before continuing. But as much as he wished he could continue. The only thing he could manage to leave on the paper was,
I want to go home.
Tiberius had promised Song to give the journal a try. He had often taken to the shores for swims or even now surfing. A very new past time he'd been shown and started to enjoy. She'd said she worried about him as the months got colder and his moods kept him longer. She was an nosy girl. And she cornered him into a promise. He knew she was at least genuine.
Marted? il' 11
Instead of gathering my thoughts in the silence of the sea, this will be my first and perhaps my only entry. I never promised how often I would write in here.
I don't think there would have been enough night or enough water to clear my mind of the news each of my brothers have dropped on me tonight. Neither have told mother, and I fear how she will react. But I think each, if told, would garnish very different reactions.
I do not think Larc meant what he said last we spoke. And I have to admit I was a little harder on him than I should have been. I should have heard his reason out. Then jumped down his neck. Merda, what was he thinking. I just could not take that talk of leaving the family at such an important time, and on the tale of Max's news. I do not think Larc will. He's stronger than he thinks. At least I hope. I have not even mentioned his words to me to Max for I know they were in confidence. But I swear if he abandons us I will never forgive him.
Max. Draconian. Draconian. It took all I had not to throw the first hit. No matter how insane he would have become, I wouldn't have cared. But we were in public and I didn't want our family business there in-front of everyone and the blue. He sleeps with the enemy. How does one take that news? You love your blood like no other and wish to accept everything. He's done some really bone headed things before. How the hell this even started is beyond me. I am not happy. I am wary. Not as much for our sake, but for his. He's taken a big chance and what if she is manipulating him, using him as a pawn? Dragons are not so stupid. Well, not all of them. Max is heartblind and headstrong when he feels he is in the right. I fear for my brothers.
But this place makes for unimaginable alliances. I know we must adapt in order to survive. But he can not expect all of us to change as fast. If father were here I fear how he would take to our choices, mine, Max, the girls. At least Larc would be saved. If father were here he would not wear this duty like a slaves yoke.
Tibs sighed as his hands rubs his face in exhaustion. He was sitting at the desk in his room. He'd arranged it to where it could look out to the sea beyond the cliff. He could only star out into its darkness and try and gather himself back together before continuing. But as much as he wished he could continue. The only thing he could manage to leave on the paper was,
I want to go home.