Butter My Muffin Oct 26, 2018 15:32:53 GMT -2
Post by Lear Drexel on Oct 26, 2018 15:32:53 GMT -2
Lear didn't have much to do these days. That is, he didn't have much to act on. He was plotting and planning and trying to make sure waves would be made once the gong was struck, but the gong just wasn't ready to be struck yet. Too much was still brewing.
The oldest Drexel son casually walked down the sidewalk lining some of uptown's most popular storefronts. Coffee shops, boutiques, restaurants, candy stores, and the like waved at him from beyond the glass. He'd sung into his favorite coffee shop earlier and left with a grande hot chocolate which he now carefully sipped as he strolled. His destination was at the far end.
It was good to be alive, he thought. He was thankful there had been answers to his medical problems and he was living to see another day...but the pressure of being more than he seemed also loomed over him, sometimes making him wish he had died instead. Life would never be the same. He could never go back and he knew it. All he could do was bend light (and not very well), but now he was an outcast among his own--if they ever found out.
He knew they would. It would take time, but eventually they would know.
He tried to soak up the sweet moments while he could.
"Phina-bo-bina!" Lear declared as he pushed into her cozy shop of sweets and inhaled deeply. He didn't eat much of what she made, considering he had to keep his body in top condition in order to co-exist with his diabetes in a happy way, but he did let himself cheat every now and then. Today would be a cheat day if she allowed him. His hand wandered to the pump at his hip, ensuring the needle was tucked safely in his skin, giving him what he needed. Checking on it was a habit. He'd woken up too many times without it anywhere to be found and suffered the consequences.
"Gimme something tasty." It was late morning.