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Post by lydia on Mar 14, 2011 20:28:15 GMT 1
Lydia leered at her father as he swung the door to Lyncis' room shut. When she was a child, he had been kind to her. But she learned recently that he had been gradually humiliated by how she always pestered him to play. She wasn't aware how eager he had been to sell her to Alphard Valenceus until recently either. Lydia returned home after Alphard died expecting to be welcomed. Instead, Lyncis was torn from her arms and she was only allowed to stay after much begging and promises. Lydia was usually kept away from Lyncis during night. Except for one night every other week. Lydia heard the key turn in the lock. Then she heard Boris cough as he slammed the bolt shut.
Lydia turned away from the door. Lyncis was playing with a toy. Lydia smiled and lowered herself to the floor. Lydia crawled over to Lyncis and sat behind. She hugged him to her and lifted him into her lap. She hummed a gentle tune for him. She pretended that she never knew confinement. She closed her eyes and pretended the two of them were on their own and no bars held them.
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Post by lyncis on Mar 16, 2011 9:17:13 GMT 1
There were many things that young Lyncis didn’t understand. For example, he didn’t understand why he couldn’t go out and play with other children. He also didn’t understand why his grandfather was so mean to him, keeping him locked in a small room. Lyncis didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to see his mother. There was a night every other week when he was allowed to see Lydia. Little Lyncis was too young to count the days from his mother’s last visit, but after hearing the door shut and smelling Lydia’s perfume, he realized that his mother came to visit him.
Lyncis was sitting on the floor, playing with a toy when he heard the bolt slam shut and turned towards the sound. The boy smiled when he saw his mother. Little Lyncis relaxed, letting Lydia lift him on her lap. He loved the sound of his mother’s voice and the beautiful tune she hummed for him. It reminded him of the sun, flowers and birds, even though he had never seen any of those, being kept in the house all the time. Lyncis closed his eyes and imagined he was alone with his mother, surrounded by trees and animals, far away from his grandparents’ house.
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Post by lydia on Mar 16, 2011 21:45:19 GMT 1
Lydia stopped humming after about five minutes of it. She put Lyncis back down next to his toys and pulled a thin veil over her head. Lydia stood and went to the only window in the room. She gazed out of it to see her father practising duelling at a distance. Lydia shut her eyes again and shook her head. Everything was her fault and now Lyncis was to suffer. It was not fair. Lydia put her head against the cold window and sobbed quietly, hoping Lyncis would be busy with his toys to take notice. She despised herself for being so timid. She imagined everyone would be happier without her around.
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Post by lyncis on Mar 18, 2011 11:19:45 GMT 1
When Lydia put him down, Lyncis took one of his toys and continued humming mother's tune. The boy kept looking at his mother as she went to the window. Lydia was sad and everytime his mother was sad, little Lyncis was sad to. He was wondering if he had made his mother sad. He was a good boy, he obeyed his grandparents and he never cried. Perhaps it was his fault that he couldn't see Lydia every day. Little Lyncis lowered his eyes and kept playing with his toys, pretending that he didn't hear Lydia's quiet sobs. He almost started crying himself. If anything happened to Lydia, he would be all alone, a prisoner of his grandparents for the rest of his life.
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Post by lydia on Mar 19, 2011 1:10:01 GMT 1
Lydia pulled her head away from the cold window glass. She wiped her eyes with a sleeve gently. She turned back to Lyncis and watched him silently. Lydia walked back to Lyncis and sat next to him on her knees. "What are you playing, Lync?" Lydia wiped her eye again with a hand. She looked down at Lyncis and realized he was sad. She lifted his chin gently with a hand and grinned at him warmly. "Don't be bitter, Lync. We're safe here." Lydia tapped Lyncis' nose playfully.
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Post by lyncis on Mar 20, 2011 13:45:02 GMT 1
Lyncis kept silently playing with his toys, without looking up at his mother. He didn't look at her when she sat next to him. "I'm fighting a dragon." he answered. The boy wished he had a magic wand, just like his grandfather and his aunts. Then he could open the heavy bolt and go out to fight dragons. Lynics looked at Lydia when she lifted his chin. His mother's grin made him smile. "But I want to go out." he said with a small pout, but he started laughing when Lydia tapped his nose. His mother always made him laugh.
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Post by lydia on Mar 25, 2011 0:05:02 GMT 1
Lydia pretended to be scared when he said he was fighting a dragon. She pushed her hair over her shoulder. "A dragon? Wow. What type of dragon is it?" Lydia meant to distract him from their prison. It was inevitable though. Even she lost herself at his next declaration. Lydia closed her eyes and looked away from Lyncis. She did not look at him again until she'd composed herself. "It is nearly time for bed. You can go out and play on the weekend." Lydia brightened again when he laughed. She laughed with him cheerily.
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Post by lyncis on Mar 28, 2011 7:42:28 GMT 1
Lyncis smiled when he saw the frightened look on his mother's face. "It's Welsh green." he replied, seriously. He had seen the picture of the Welsh green dragon, along with other dragons, in a book his mother had brought him from Hogsmeade. Little Lyncis couldn't read, but he could look at the pictures in the book. The boy kept playing with his dragons when Lydia looked away. He didn't say anything until his mother looked at him again. "But I'm not sleepy." he said with a frown. However, when Lydia said that he'd go out on the weekend, the boy smiled again. Lyncis laughed with his mother, forgetting that they were still prisoners in the family house.
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