014. Tissues - February/March - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
After the social events were done and buried, (Jairdan hated himself for even thinking that word) he returned to his room once more, shutting the entire world out so he could be in peace. He did nothing there. His books brought him no comfort and neither did his studies which he did hollowly. What was the point? Yet to let them lie there, abandoned… he felt like it was an insult to his mother, so he did them.
His musical instruments sounded hollow and so he turned his back on them, feeling and half knowing that he would never touch them again.
Vera didn’t call. She was too busy making plans of how they could get away. His father didn’t bother him either although Jairdan almost wished he could so he could start a fight and throw something like he had always wanted to. The rage that filled him when he thought of his father… Just give him the chance, the smallest chance. He wanted to kill him. He was to be a pirate and kill and steal for a living after all, why not start at home?
But no. He would not start his new life with any connection to this one. Once they left that would be it. His father would be out of his life forever and damn the person who even mentioned him in his presence.
The old head of maids seemed to have become his nurse again. She brought up his meals to him herself and sat with him until he had eaten it all. She helped him bathe despite the fact he was 12 years old now, and even read to him until he fell asleep more than once.
“You can’t let yourself act like this.” She told him on one of his ‘more aware’ days. “It’s a terrible thing to have happened, Jairdan…” she pulled one of many tissues from the sleeve of her woollen jumper and dabbed at her eyes. “But… she wouldn’t have wanted it to affect you like this. We all know what she would want you to be doing…”
“I’m working on it.” Jairdan replied hollowly, not pausing to wonder what she meant by ‘we all’. “…Do I have your support?”
“You have that and more.” She replied and pulled him into a hug. “Go and make your new home, Jairdan, and remember you always have a place to sleep wherever I may be.”
“Are you going to be leaving here too?” he asked, looking up at her curiously. The thought of the Dusaquin estate without her was strange, as if it was a skeleton.
She nodded. “Without the Lady… without you, there is no need for me and I no longer wish to work here. A lot of the staff feel the same.” She cupped his chin in her hand and looked at him with a motherly smile.
“Despite what you’ve put us through… you little rascal… you’re the best master any of us could wish for Jairdan.”
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His musical instruments sounded hollow and so he turned his back on them, feeling and half knowing that he would never touch them again.
Vera didn’t call. She was too busy making plans of how they could get away. His father didn’t bother him either although Jairdan almost wished he could so he could start a fight and throw something like he had always wanted to. The rage that filled him when he thought of his father… Just give him the chance, the smallest chance. He wanted to kill him. He was to be a pirate and kill and steal for a living after all, why not start at home?
But no. He would not start his new life with any connection to this one. Once they left that would be it. His father would be out of his life forever and damn the person who even mentioned him in his presence.
The old head of maids seemed to have become his nurse again. She brought up his meals to him herself and sat with him until he had eaten it all. She helped him bathe despite the fact he was 12 years old now, and even read to him until he fell asleep more than once.
“You can’t let yourself act like this.” She told him on one of his ‘more aware’ days. “It’s a terrible thing to have happened, Jairdan…” she pulled one of many tissues from the sleeve of her woollen jumper and dabbed at her eyes. “But… she wouldn’t have wanted it to affect you like this. We all know what she would want you to be doing…”
“I’m working on it.” Jairdan replied hollowly, not pausing to wonder what she meant by ‘we all’. “…Do I have your support?”
“You have that and more.” She replied and pulled him into a hug. “Go and make your new home, Jairdan, and remember you always have a place to sleep wherever I may be.”
“Are you going to be leaving here too?” he asked, looking up at her curiously. The thought of the Dusaquin estate without her was strange, as if it was a skeleton.
She nodded. “Without the Lady… without you, there is no need for me and I no longer wish to work here. A lot of the staff feel the same.” She cupped his chin in her hand and looked at him with a motherly smile.
“Despite what you’ve put us through… you little rascal… you’re the best master any of us could wish for Jairdan.”
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