((Sooo.... I guess we start on Aedus's first day of school... It's up to you whether it's the legitamate first day of school or if he's starting in the middle of the year, what the town's like, and all that pizzazz. Now, without further ado, my post...))
"EVEN THE DARKEST OF BEINGS know fear, sorrow, and pain..."
Aedus sits on the balcony jutting out from the glass-sliding doors that lead to his bedroom, blonde hair tousled in the gentle morning breeze, eyes closed in basking. His face remains expressionless; none who would gaze upon him would be able to decipher the calming he feels, the sheer pleasure of this day. Well, the idea of the day, he supposes meekly. The day itself isn't looking to be that wonderful, what with school...
A knock sounds on the glass doors behind him. Frowning, Aedus opens his eyes, turning to see his father poised to knock once more on the other side of the locked glass. He gathers himself to his feet with a sigh, unlocking the door and opening it so that Father may join him. The middle-aged man says nothing at first, merely stares off into space as he leans over the bannister.
Finally, he says a simple phrase. "Aedus, you should be leaving now. You have a decent walk ahead of you, you know."
Aedus shrugs, joining his father at the bannister. "What's the rush? You know I could just-"
"No," his father replies firmly. "Try to be a normal kid, okay? Just for this year. You could greatly benefit from normality, you know."
A sigh. "I'll never be normal. I don't even want to be. So what use is there in pretending?"
"You have to stay hidden, Aedus. You can't stick out or else-"
Aedus holds up a hand reluctantly. "Point taken," he mutters. "Where's Mother?"
A sad look crossed Mr. Valens's face. "I'm not sure. She just left last night... Again."
Aedus waves his hand dismissively. "I'm sure she's just taking care of business, you know? No worries."
"Yes," Mr. Valens mutters, more to himself than to his son. "No worries." He gives a smile towards Aedus. "Now, why don't you head out? Make a good first impression?"
Aedus nod, following his dad back into the house, into his second-story bedroom. He tosses his backpack onto hit shoulder a little too easily considering its contents.
So much for normal.
There it looms, the monstrosity. It stares over the horders children greedily, hungrily, wanting nothing more than to consume each and every one, to cause them pain, stress, and toil. Then... It happens. The clock strikes eight and opens its mouth, sucking in the youthful, helpless myriad mercilessly. And come eight-ten, it will close those jaws, not to open until the day's close.
Aedus smiles to himself, enjoying his unique little metaphor as he walks into the school, hood up and casting shadows over his gaunt face, causing students here and there to turn his way, only to recieve a sharp glare from he himself. Aedus smirks. The audacity of these mortals, that they dare to even glance his way. He'd show them. He'd show them all.
Stopping for only a few seconds to carelessly shove his entire backpack into his new locker without unpacking it, Aedus makes his way to Mrs. Conway's homeroom. (He had memorized his schedule beforehand. Experience shows that it saves time and annoyance in the long run.) The room is still fairly empty, so he finds a desk in the back coner, reclinging back on his chair, feet propped up on his desk.
School.
Here we go again.
"EVEN THE DARKEST OF BEINGS know fear, sorrow, and pain..."
Aedus sits on the balcony jutting out from the glass-sliding doors that lead to his bedroom, blonde hair tousled in the gentle morning breeze, eyes closed in basking. His face remains expressionless; none who would gaze upon him would be able to decipher the calming he feels, the sheer pleasure of this day. Well, the idea of the day, he supposes meekly. The day itself isn't looking to be that wonderful, what with school...
A knock sounds on the glass doors behind him. Frowning, Aedus opens his eyes, turning to see his father poised to knock once more on the other side of the locked glass. He gathers himself to his feet with a sigh, unlocking the door and opening it so that Father may join him. The middle-aged man says nothing at first, merely stares off into space as he leans over the bannister.
Finally, he says a simple phrase. "Aedus, you should be leaving now. You have a decent walk ahead of you, you know."
Aedus shrugs, joining his father at the bannister. "What's the rush? You know I could just-"
"No," his father replies firmly. "Try to be a normal kid, okay? Just for this year. You could greatly benefit from normality, you know."
A sigh. "I'll never be normal. I don't even want to be. So what use is there in pretending?"
"You have to stay hidden, Aedus. You can't stick out or else-"
Aedus holds up a hand reluctantly. "Point taken," he mutters. "Where's Mother?"
A sad look crossed Mr. Valens's face. "I'm not sure. She just left last night... Again."
Aedus waves his hand dismissively. "I'm sure she's just taking care of business, you know? No worries."
"Yes," Mr. Valens mutters, more to himself than to his son. "No worries." He gives a smile towards Aedus. "Now, why don't you head out? Make a good first impression?"
Aedus nod, following his dad back into the house, into his second-story bedroom. He tosses his backpack onto hit shoulder a little too easily considering its contents.
So much for normal.
There it looms, the monstrosity. It stares over the horders children greedily, hungrily, wanting nothing more than to consume each and every one, to cause them pain, stress, and toil. Then... It happens. The clock strikes eight and opens its mouth, sucking in the youthful, helpless myriad mercilessly. And come eight-ten, it will close those jaws, not to open until the day's close.
Aedus smiles to himself, enjoying his unique little metaphor as he walks into the school, hood up and casting shadows over his gaunt face, causing students here and there to turn his way, only to recieve a sharp glare from he himself. Aedus smirks. The audacity of these mortals, that they dare to even glance his way. He'd show them. He'd show them all.
Stopping for only a few seconds to carelessly shove his entire backpack into his new locker without unpacking it, Aedus makes his way to Mrs. Conway's homeroom. (He had memorized his schedule beforehand. Experience shows that it saves time and annoyance in the long run.) The room is still fairly empty, so he finds a desk in the back coner, reclinging back on his chair, feet propped up on his desk.
School.
Here we go again.