OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

[wrens]

prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[ex_trueborne_441]

[ A sign of something is better than no sign at all, and although Ellen acknowledges her son in a perfunctory way, it is a far cry from even the vaguest of gestures from his father. A smile flickers across his features before he straightens, his face puckering with confusion again. ]

But we don't, [ Giles says, as if this is all the proof he needs in insisting that 'getting off' on pain is a bad idea. It may not be perfectly normal conversation, but Ellen has gone to great lengths to ensure that hers is no normal family. ]

[ex_agnomen677]

I don't know about you. [Obviously joking, Hadrian crosses his arms with a smirk, a little more distant from his son again.] I sure as hell prefer other things.

[ex_trueborne_441]

I don't! [ Giles is eager to respond, chirping the answer in a birdlike manner that his mother would surely chastise him for, were she there to hear it. ] So we don't! There are a lot of things that are way better.

[ Giles nods. ] Tons.

[ex_agnomen677]

'Course there are. [And there's a pause. It's nice to see that the queen's two daughters have managed to get themselves a brother that isn't half as rotten as they're expected to be, but very strange to think (and sometimes easy to forget) that the boy is his son, too.] Name three.

[ex_trueborne_441]

[ It's quite possible that, if Giles had been born with not a drop of magic in him, that his mother wouldn't have bothered with him at all. Granted, that he was born a son is still considered something of a waste, but for little Giles that has unknowingly been his saving grace. Not much is expected from him beyond that: be a good boy, complete your lessons and say yes, mummy whenever she asks something you. So he's allowed to be something other than rotten. His sisters, on the other hand, won't be nearly as fortunate. ]

Um— [ He gives this considerable and quite serious thought before counting off on his fingers: ] Dinosaurs! Um, dragonflies! Um— ummmm. [ Giles tries to think of something his mother would like him to say. ] —magic?