RP talk - Fanfic
She was smiling even before her hand touched the carved-iron handle of the door. “Alex!”, she opened the door and exclaimed, bemused, “I’ve prepared your favourite pineapple pie, and where…”
"Hi there, Ma," he said, his voice happy but subdued with nervousness and love. "Well Ma, I said I’d bring a pal, right?--" He had to pause and cleared his throat when his voice broke oddly, and she almost laid her hand on his brow, hoping he wasn't catching a cold.
Someone else appeared from behind him, a small creature with spring-green hair and anxious eyes who looked at her with undeniable wariness.
And it was a boy.
"And Ma, this is Amanokawa," Alex said, briefly touching the boy’s too-slender arm, giving some bits of much-needed encouragement.
Amanokawa. She remembered that name as well, though she wasn't quite sure she wanted to. Her son had repeated that name quite often, quite fondly, e-mails and phone calls and all. People didn't...not in their neighbourhood at least, and her Alex was a good boy. Polite, kind, never any trouble to anyone. And lonely, something in the back of her mother’s heart whispered, pulling tight the knot of hurt in her stomach that never really went away. She could ignore it, though--she was good at ignoring it--but this time she hesitated.
The boy on Alex's left was a few years younger than her son, but his eyes seem to be too big, young, innocent for a boy his age. The way he hovered half-hidden behind Alex's shoulder signalled anxiety, but he had a kind smile, the type that seemed too good to ever have a place in this world. He was certainly handsome enough; no, even beautiful, she just hadn't expected her son to bring home a boy.
But he was the first person he'd ever brought home in ohsomany years and that had to count for something.
Alex was growing up, he was moving on, and though she felt a sharp flutter of panic in the pit of her stomach, she pushed it aside, ignored that too. Every boy had to grow up sometime. And move on with life. And be men with their own loves and lives. She'd known that all along.
"Hi there, Ma," he said, his voice happy but subdued with nervousness and love. "Well Ma, I said I’d bring a pal, right?--" He had to pause and cleared his throat when his voice broke oddly, and she almost laid her hand on his brow, hoping he wasn't catching a cold.
Someone else appeared from behind him, a small creature with spring-green hair and anxious eyes who looked at her with undeniable wariness.
And it was a boy.
"And Ma, this is Amanokawa," Alex said, briefly touching the boy’s too-slender arm, giving some bits of much-needed encouragement.
Amanokawa. She remembered that name as well, though she wasn't quite sure she wanted to. Her son had repeated that name quite often, quite fondly, e-mails and phone calls and all. People didn't...not in their neighbourhood at least, and her Alex was a good boy. Polite, kind, never any trouble to anyone. And lonely, something in the back of her mother’s heart whispered, pulling tight the knot of hurt in her stomach that never really went away. She could ignore it, though--she was good at ignoring it--but this time she hesitated.
The boy on Alex's left was a few years younger than her son, but his eyes seem to be too big, young, innocent for a boy his age. The way he hovered half-hidden behind Alex's shoulder signalled anxiety, but he had a kind smile, the type that seemed too good to ever have a place in this world. He was certainly handsome enough; no, even beautiful, she just hadn't expected her son to bring home a boy.
But he was the first person he'd ever brought home in ohsomany years and that had to count for something.
Alex was growing up, he was moving on, and though she felt a sharp flutter of panic in the pit of her stomach, she pushed it aside, ignored that too. Every boy had to grow up sometime. And move on with life. And be men with their own loves and lives. She'd known that all along.