Precious Moments (7/12)
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super_seme04AN: A man should die with many.
Jack’s First Scar
His cheek is still baby soft and smooth.
In a few years, he’s going to think that he’s invincible.
Michael doesn’t want to have to watch him fall twice.
Neither of them would survive it.
“You’re staring at my face again.”
For the past week, Jack has been in his room working on a clock work doll that Uriel found in a trash heap in London.
It’s a small, pale, fragile thing in a Victorian dress with a matching lace bonnet and glass shoes.
Uriel didn’t specify what she meant when she said trash heap.
It wasn’t an unusual occurrence to have Tyler watching him. Jack says nothing as he tries to see motion in cogs and gears.
Jack’s room is full of books and odd things that he won’t let anything touch.
The walls are a pristine, immaculate white free of any kind of musical artists or half naked women straddling motorcycles.
The only pieces of furniture in his room are a bed and a book shelf and a desk. There's also a thrift store lamp that looks like it came from a 70's porno film.
“You never asked why you don’t have a mother.”
Jack’s eyes narrow and he carefully tightens a gear.
The doll twirls then curtsies.
“I don’t like asking rhetorical questions.”
He’s going to be fourteen soon and his hair is darkening.
His eyes will be bluer and he’s going to have a soft looking mouth.
“Would you like to tell me why I don’t have a mother,” Jack asked.
His words are sweet but the curve of his mouth is cruel and mocking.
Lucifer burns in his eyes with the heat of a slow fever.
“I wish you learned to hate me,” Lucifer sighs like he’s dying. “You are the one that made us this, Michael,” he gently reminds him. “It’s not Tyler that cripples everything he touches, it’s you. It was always you.”
“You’re the one that made us this because you’re just as disfigured as the rest of us," he says as he tilts his head to study him. "If anything, perhaps more,” he softly adds.
There’s pity and a love that was always unwavering in his eyes.
Jack is going to have such blue eyes.
“You forget that I know you, brother.”
Tyler stands then brushes his son’s cheek and leaves him in his room full of broken toys.
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Now playing: Faultline - Where Is My Boy (feat. Chris Martin)
via FoxyTunes
Jack’s First Scar
His cheek is still baby soft and smooth.
In a few years, he’s going to think that he’s invincible.
Michael doesn’t want to have to watch him fall twice.
Neither of them would survive it.
“You’re staring at my face again.”
For the past week, Jack has been in his room working on a clock work doll that Uriel found in a trash heap in London.
It’s a small, pale, fragile thing in a Victorian dress with a matching lace bonnet and glass shoes.
Uriel didn’t specify what she meant when she said trash heap.
It wasn’t an unusual occurrence to have Tyler watching him. Jack says nothing as he tries to see motion in cogs and gears.
Jack’s room is full of books and odd things that he won’t let anything touch.
The walls are a pristine, immaculate white free of any kind of musical artists or half naked women straddling motorcycles.
The only pieces of furniture in his room are a bed and a book shelf and a desk. There's also a thrift store lamp that looks like it came from a 70's porno film.
“You never asked why you don’t have a mother.”
Jack’s eyes narrow and he carefully tightens a gear.
The doll twirls then curtsies.
“I don’t like asking rhetorical questions.”
He’s going to be fourteen soon and his hair is darkening.
His eyes will be bluer and he’s going to have a soft looking mouth.
“Would you like to tell me why I don’t have a mother,” Jack asked.
His words are sweet but the curve of his mouth is cruel and mocking.
Lucifer burns in his eyes with the heat of a slow fever.
“I wish you learned to hate me,” Lucifer sighs like he’s dying. “You are the one that made us this, Michael,” he gently reminds him. “It’s not Tyler that cripples everything he touches, it’s you. It was always you.”
“You’re the one that made us this because you’re just as disfigured as the rest of us," he says as he tilts his head to study him. "If anything, perhaps more,” he softly adds.
There’s pity and a love that was always unwavering in his eyes.
Jack is going to have such blue eyes.
“You forget that I know you, brother.”
Tyler stands then brushes his son’s cheek and leaves him in his room full of broken toys.
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Now playing: Faultline - Where Is My Boy (feat. Chris Martin)
via FoxyTunes
