Jan 7, 2018 14:53:11 GMT -6
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My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
Upon leaving the Rosevier Manor, Alfonse was met with what was becoming a routinely bitterly cold morning in the winter of Lorsette's days. An unforgiving chilling breath of air kissed the mountainside without mercy, resulting in the hired helping hands at his grandparents' domain to be sent into the cold morning with shovels to keep their pathways from icing over. This task was a difficult feat, yet somehow with their diligence, the closest passages were kept free from ice patches and one of the Rosevier's chauffeur vehicles were allowed out of the premises without falter.
The auburn haired teen observed that from the stone bridge connecting the split hand, the roadways weren't as clear for it wasn't upon the shoulders of the Rosevier household to maintain what was considered the property of the Lorsette City government. The traction of tires and an occasional bump from tree debris eroded the previous night from snow building up on the branches became the only sounds to fill his ears. The chauffeur who'd been hired to escort him this morning had barely said a word beyond what was absolutely necessary of him, although the barrier between the front driver's seat and the back seats of the vehicle made it impossible for Alfonse to so much as see his face.
He had his privacy back here, windows tinted black in attempts of protecting passengers from seeking eyes from outside and having no chauffeur to sneak a look his way... but it was extremely quiet. Even lonesome. He hadn't adjusted to going out so often, with the opportunity of it just being himself.... and somehow, something that the boy would have thought he'd be feeling the relief of freedom from, left him feeling stranded and unnerved. His mother had gone from one polar extreme to the other with little time to enable him a transition. He felt betrayed by her for having imprisoned him under her roof... unable to go without her in fear of him straying off, for years, and then deciding to shove him into an unfamiliar city to figure things out himself... when this was supposed to be herhometown. She could have been showing him the destinations of her childhood, her favorite places to spend time at when she was his age...
His eyes somberly gaze through the dark shadowed surface of the mirror neighboring him, watching the trees gradually roll by as the noise of buffeting fallen branches beneath the car continued their frequent ruckus. It'd been a few days by now, and in all that'd happened since arriving her, Alfonse sensed her gradually growing absence from his life. Like a mother doe dismissing her fawn, she was discreetly finding her own ways of casting herself away from a previously prominent presence. She was finally letting go of the leash she'd fastened so fearfully for all too long... not even to give him sincere words or offer interest in whether he'd felt safe here or if he wished to come home. She already made that decision for him.... his thoughts hadn't ever made a difference. The only advice she'd offered him was in the car ride over, and her words were spoken out of firm warnings to not mess up around the others.... which was a fear of Alfonse's that he may have already done, for his grandmother's coldness since the night of the gala had reached an even greater height. H-he felt... he could even sense a dark judging cast of her eyes.... just sitting at the dining table with her this morning. Leaving this morning was a temporary escape from the dreariness of the manor's inhabitants, but he sensed a looming strain that didn't make him feel welcomed to come back later.
There was no warmth of affection from her since the beginning, nor in the manor too large to hold the comforts of a home and in the vacant seat of his grandfather whom he still had yet to meet. Knowing that their meeting was looming in the distance unsettled Alfonse even more, sitting as a fretful omen in the pit of his stomach. The patriarch of the family.... and a man he''d repeatedly been told was powerful. Even the words shared at the gala held an aura of fear and ulterior meaning. His mother promised him she'd allow time for him to assimilate and see what went on around the manor before finalizing the decision of staying, but now, Alfonse was doubtful that it mattered to her what had occurred since their arrival. Maybe it never did... m-maybe she knew all along what the gala would be like, how he would be looked upon , and how his grandparents wouldn't show genuine interest in developing a warm bond. He was left chilled in tension, the anxiety of knowing something loomed around him... and he wanted nothing more than to leave. Alfonse was shoved into a position he couldn't live up to.... the 'Rosevier Grandson'. He barely even knew these people longer than three days, and he didn't feel the least bit comfortable as "one of them". He couldn't beone of them... a-and at this point, why would he want to?
He wanted to be with his father... back when he was in present, it was only the two of them. The cold breath of the air from his window then reminded him of the window they'd sit next to each other during the colder months in Chastain, having books upon their laps while the steam from his father's coffee mug licked the air. The chairs were positioned next to their primary living area's window, viewing the rainfall, and at times the snow... of which his father commented created a soothing atmosphere for reading in company.
Another tapping of a left-over stuck branch occurred directly underneath Alfonse's seat, stirring him from the entrapment of his worrying mind. The previous quietness of the road was now filled with other drivers as they entered the city limits, twisting down to the busy shopping districts as the vehicle rolled to a stop at a traffic light. His hand subconsciously gripped the flyer sent with him when he'd left the academy after taking his exams yesterday. It was a supply list for all he needed before starting class next week. The primary reason he went out this morning was to get those items checked off.... his mother showed interest in coming, but in the morning she was gone, leaving him alone yet again at the dining table with his grandmother who's eyes pierced into him as she corrected his 'slurping etiquette' with his cup of soup.
The recent memory managed to bring a troubled gaze to his face as Alfonse continued looking out the window into the streets. It looked busy outside, despite the weather's conditions... though if the days were persistently like this as he'd experienced since arriving, the locals must be accustomed to it. "We are almost to the North District," The chauffeur finally broke the silence that'd engulfed them since leaving the Manor. His voice was muffled by the barrier, but still grasped Alfonse's attention as he without thinking turned to look ahead of him where he'd heard the man speaking. Of course, no face was found looking his way.
He, in a soft-spoken voice, answered him with a simple and prompt, "Okay," His bookbag was down by his feet where the cellphone his mother finally reimbursed him with after being stranded at the cafe was in the front pocket. A light, nervous sigh left him as he averted his eyes back to the window. W-well.... unlike that day, there wasn't even a question in whether his mother would be there. He would get used to it, eventually.... he would rather complete his tasks alone than with his grandmother looming over his shoulder....
The auburn haired teen observed that from the stone bridge connecting the split hand, the roadways weren't as clear for it wasn't upon the shoulders of the Rosevier household to maintain what was considered the property of the Lorsette City government. The traction of tires and an occasional bump from tree debris eroded the previous night from snow building up on the branches became the only sounds to fill his ears. The chauffeur who'd been hired to escort him this morning had barely said a word beyond what was absolutely necessary of him, although the barrier between the front driver's seat and the back seats of the vehicle made it impossible for Alfonse to so much as see his face.
He had his privacy back here, windows tinted black in attempts of protecting passengers from seeking eyes from outside and having no chauffeur to sneak a look his way... but it was extremely quiet. Even lonesome. He hadn't adjusted to going out so often, with the opportunity of it just being himself.... and somehow, something that the boy would have thought he'd be feeling the relief of freedom from, left him feeling stranded and unnerved. His mother had gone from one polar extreme to the other with little time to enable him a transition. He felt betrayed by her for having imprisoned him under her roof... unable to go without her in fear of him straying off, for years, and then deciding to shove him into an unfamiliar city to figure things out himself... when this was supposed to be herhometown. She could have been showing him the destinations of her childhood, her favorite places to spend time at when she was his age...
His eyes somberly gaze through the dark shadowed surface of the mirror neighboring him, watching the trees gradually roll by as the noise of buffeting fallen branches beneath the car continued their frequent ruckus. It'd been a few days by now, and in all that'd happened since arriving her, Alfonse sensed her gradually growing absence from his life. Like a mother doe dismissing her fawn, she was discreetly finding her own ways of casting herself away from a previously prominent presence. She was finally letting go of the leash she'd fastened so fearfully for all too long... not even to give him sincere words or offer interest in whether he'd felt safe here or if he wished to come home. She already made that decision for him.... his thoughts hadn't ever made a difference. The only advice she'd offered him was in the car ride over, and her words were spoken out of firm warnings to not mess up around the others.... which was a fear of Alfonse's that he may have already done, for his grandmother's coldness since the night of the gala had reached an even greater height. H-he felt... he could even sense a dark judging cast of her eyes.... just sitting at the dining table with her this morning. Leaving this morning was a temporary escape from the dreariness of the manor's inhabitants, but he sensed a looming strain that didn't make him feel welcomed to come back later.
There was no warmth of affection from her since the beginning, nor in the manor too large to hold the comforts of a home and in the vacant seat of his grandfather whom he still had yet to meet. Knowing that their meeting was looming in the distance unsettled Alfonse even more, sitting as a fretful omen in the pit of his stomach. The patriarch of the family.... and a man he''d repeatedly been told was powerful. Even the words shared at the gala held an aura of fear and ulterior meaning. His mother promised him she'd allow time for him to assimilate and see what went on around the manor before finalizing the decision of staying, but now, Alfonse was doubtful that it mattered to her what had occurred since their arrival. Maybe it never did... m-maybe she knew all along what the gala would be like, how he would be looked upon , and how his grandparents wouldn't show genuine interest in developing a warm bond. He was left chilled in tension, the anxiety of knowing something loomed around him... and he wanted nothing more than to leave. Alfonse was shoved into a position he couldn't live up to.... the 'Rosevier Grandson'. He barely even knew these people longer than three days, and he didn't feel the least bit comfortable as "one of them". He couldn't beone of them... a-and at this point, why would he want to?
He wanted to be with his father... back when he was in present, it was only the two of them. The cold breath of the air from his window then reminded him of the window they'd sit next to each other during the colder months in Chastain, having books upon their laps while the steam from his father's coffee mug licked the air. The chairs were positioned next to their primary living area's window, viewing the rainfall, and at times the snow... of which his father commented created a soothing atmosphere for reading in company.
Another tapping of a left-over stuck branch occurred directly underneath Alfonse's seat, stirring him from the entrapment of his worrying mind. The previous quietness of the road was now filled with other drivers as they entered the city limits, twisting down to the busy shopping districts as the vehicle rolled to a stop at a traffic light. His hand subconsciously gripped the flyer sent with him when he'd left the academy after taking his exams yesterday. It was a supply list for all he needed before starting class next week. The primary reason he went out this morning was to get those items checked off.... his mother showed interest in coming, but in the morning she was gone, leaving him alone yet again at the dining table with his grandmother who's eyes pierced into him as she corrected his 'slurping etiquette' with his cup of soup.
The recent memory managed to bring a troubled gaze to his face as Alfonse continued looking out the window into the streets. It looked busy outside, despite the weather's conditions... though if the days were persistently like this as he'd experienced since arriving, the locals must be accustomed to it. "We are almost to the North District," The chauffeur finally broke the silence that'd engulfed them since leaving the Manor. His voice was muffled by the barrier, but still grasped Alfonse's attention as he without thinking turned to look ahead of him where he'd heard the man speaking. Of course, no face was found looking his way.
He, in a soft-spoken voice, answered him with a simple and prompt, "Okay," His bookbag was down by his feet where the cellphone his mother finally reimbursed him with after being stranded at the cafe was in the front pocket. A light, nervous sigh left him as he averted his eyes back to the window. W-well.... unlike that day, there wasn't even a question in whether his mother would be there. He would get used to it, eventually.... he would rather complete his tasks alone than with his grandmother looming over his shoulder....
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