*Warning; mention of child death*
........
One deep breath and closed eyes.
"A story, untold and hidden.
Never to enter one's ears. Words chained within the darkness of the chest. Never to be uttered or sang. This story of the forgotten."
The youth listened. His silver eyes are a bright moon, glowing with inquisitiveness. The small hand within his grasp felt as soft as a feathered pillow, holding him gently, embracing his long fingers. The childish voice echoed within his ears and Moulin stayed quiet to hear more of it.
Warmth seeped into his hand and the life of another played before his eyes.
.....
Morhas was a god's child but was never a God.
"Moulin your life is a s-"
Guess the word!
Maxille: Shower. Little brother likes baths.
Emlen: Sandwich?
Snow: "Ao!" Sock!. Master needs a sock! Stop walking barefooted!
Jagra: A surprise?
Ghana: I second the sandwich.
Hadrian: A sensual fantasy...
Moumou: THAT'S TWO WORDS!