cuddly terrors
Jan 26, 2014 0:50:32 GMT -5
Post by Sin on Jan 26, 2014 0:50:32 GMT -5
(Well. Close enough to New York.)
His name was Johan.
Sin was sure that if Mother were here with her now, she'd either smile or quickly suppress a flutter of pain over her face and turn away. In her few dim memories of Mother, Sin had gradually determined why Mother had really prevented Father from punting her into the sea the moment he saw Sin had been born a girl. Mother had hoped that molding Sin into something better would bring Father to her side at last.
Mother always had been weak that way.
It was the memory of Mother's weakness that prevented Sin from accepting the truth about Johan Liebert for the first few weeks of their acquaintance. Father had been a brute- a brilliant brute, if not brilliant enough to live, but a brute all the same. He would have murdered Sin, he didn't hesitate to strike Mother down for the slightest of insubordinations. Johan- her Johan- was perfect, all sweet sleepy smiles and a full awareness of how the world really worked. He was so beautiful, so alone. He needed her as badly as she needed him.
Babies were on the backburner for now. They had too much great work to do together first, before Sin could devote any time to their undoubtedly superior future children.
For now, they were curled up in bed together in Mother's old childhood home in Teaneck, with Karl doing God-knew-what somewhere else in the house, and Sin leaning up on one elbow to kiss Johan's slightly parted, gently bowed lips.
His name was Johan.
Sin was sure that if Mother were here with her now, she'd either smile or quickly suppress a flutter of pain over her face and turn away. In her few dim memories of Mother, Sin had gradually determined why Mother had really prevented Father from punting her into the sea the moment he saw Sin had been born a girl. Mother had hoped that molding Sin into something better would bring Father to her side at last.
Mother always had been weak that way.
It was the memory of Mother's weakness that prevented Sin from accepting the truth about Johan Liebert for the first few weeks of their acquaintance. Father had been a brute- a brilliant brute, if not brilliant enough to live, but a brute all the same. He would have murdered Sin, he didn't hesitate to strike Mother down for the slightest of insubordinations. Johan- her Johan- was perfect, all sweet sleepy smiles and a full awareness of how the world really worked. He was so beautiful, so alone. He needed her as badly as she needed him.
Babies were on the backburner for now. They had too much great work to do together first, before Sin could devote any time to their undoubtedly superior future children.
For now, they were curled up in bed together in Mother's old childhood home in Teaneck, with Karl doing God-knew-what somewhere else in the house, and Sin leaning up on one elbow to kiss Johan's slightly parted, gently bowed lips.