just stay this little ┊INTRO (O)

OPHELIA · 02-04-2020, 04:31 AM

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4; text-transform: lowercase;"]Birds were singing and a light breeze blew around the leaves in the early morning as ophelia stretched her arms above her head and yawned. She hadn’t always been a morning person and quite frankly, she still wasn’t. Somer was, though, and he was slowly making it so that she had to be. She hadn’t ever expected to be a mother, at least so soon, anyways. It had all happened very quickly, but she wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. She liked having someone else to look after, someone to put before herself. She hadn’t ever experienced a love so strong until the moment little somer george was placed in her arms, her heart melting the instance she saw his big brown eyes that mirrored her own so well. Her little boy owned her heart and she never planned on taking it back from him.

A small smile teased her lips as she watched him sit up, small hands waving his toy fox around in the air. "careful, bubby, you’re gonna give mr. fox whiplash if you keep doin’ that." she joked around even though he wouldn’t understand. She crouched down by him and once he looked over at her, she grinned and tickled his side gently which made him squeal happily and start giggling, earning a laugh from her as well. "you’re such a silly boy." she dropped down on the ground to sit, leaning back onto her arms as somer began to babble at his favorite toy.

Ophelia leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting the sun shine down on her face. As a kid, she always loved to be outside. She remembered playing with her brother in the woods behind her childhood home, pretending sticks were swords and that they were knights. Somer had seemed to pick up on this trait as well, always doing ‘grabby hand’ motions towards the door when they would be inside. He loved animals and flowers, even grass which he would pick at if he didn’t have a toy by him. The young baby loved a lot of things, but being outdoors was surely on the top of his list.

She was pulled from her peaceful trance as she felt somer’s hands on her belly, which made her smile and open her eyes to look at him. Ophelia laid fully on the ground, somer crawling towards her head before sitting again, dropping his fox to grab some of her hair to play with instead.

"be gentle, stinky." she reminded him, though he didn’t listen and just pulled it, making her nose scrunch up slightly.

AMADEUS. · 02-05-2020, 02:30 AM

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 435px; font-size: 8.5pt; color: #808080; line-height: 120%; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1px;"]❝ a little grabby one , are we ? ❞ he chuckled upon approaching the mother and son , his heart melting at the sight . there weren't many kids in the group ( unfortunately , as amadeus loved kids . they always made him smile , but it was probably because he was basically a kid himself ) . he dropped into a squatting position beside ophelia so that he could reach out and gently run his hand over the top of the baby boy's soft head , giving him a wide smile in hopes he'd get one back . any time he was around somer he always had to somehow get him to smile or laugh . it was like some sort of daily routine for amadeus .

if amadeus had to be honest with himself , he always envisioned himself having kids of his own one day . a little version of him running around just made him swoon . he didn't care whether they would be biological or via adoption , he only knew that he wanted to give the kid the very best life that he could since he himself didn't have a very good upbringing . he turned from somer to look at ophelia , falling back into a sitting position on the ground with a single knee bent so that he could rest his arm on it . ❝ how are you , darling ophelia ? ❞

MITCHELL. · 02-05-2020, 03:23 AM

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]wendy used to say , "you'd just know."

wendy was once his irresponsible , reckless next door neighbor. now she was his fiancè . his fiancè who'd just put their three month year old song in his crib , cradling him to sleep as if it were natural , as if her former fears of being a mother were absorbed by this child alone. in context , he'd asked her how she was able to change so much. how she was able to know how to grasp a role she'd not known nor ever experienced. weaving in-and-out of foster homes, wendy was a caretaker for herself. and that was her answer. "you just know." he hoped , eventually , he'd know. as if renting books from libraries would give him the inner scope on what it was like to be a good father. he was overthinking it , wendy said , ' what would your mother do? ' that was foolish. what his mother did didn't matter. vince had that role and now, had something which mitchell never had: a father. traditionally , there was a difference.

except, things change. he was absent from his son's life until only a few months ago , the boy growing physically , emotionally . it was a calamitous bait-and-switch , mother-for-father type of deal. there was no going back to wendy , and vince understood that. but mitchell quite couldn't. he didn't talk about it , not much , about the travesty he felt; of losing two women he loved the same way and not being able to save them. vince reminded him a lot of her , really. not just the unruly brown hair the color of oak , but eyes to match. when vince wasn't looking , mitchell would observe him. he looked at life with a certain optimism he could not quite match. and like wendy , could talk mitchell's ear off he'd allow him to. with them being so similar , one might expect a connection. but this was a tad different , as vince and mitchell ? they were in two very different stages in life.

mitchell tried to intrigue vince with plants , with medicine. vince was far more interested in guns , in video games ; even though, he expressed in half-hearted dismay, he could no longer play them. got nostalgic over a generation he wasn't born to , cracked bad jokes that mitchell didn't understand ( or if he did , didn't find that amusing ) , and had no abstract of personal space. so with this in mind , he only found it intriguing when he saw a mother that harbored the same disposition as wendy. it was obvious that she loved her son , connected to him on an emotional plane that mitchell couldn't quite reach. did she "just know"

mitchell , this time , is going off on a tangent, going off about scientific facts in relation to the schefflera plant , when vince takes a hard veer left. mitchell pauses , following to see it ; ophelia and amadeus. he pauses as vince takes it upon himself to approach them , a boyish grin playing his features. "hey there, ladies man," he coos. as he raises his fist as a proposition for 'dap' "how's it going today?" now a general question , who anyone who might ask. mitchell watches from the sidelines , hands stuffed in his pockets where his pen is hidden.

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