►      TATE.

There is a TRUST embedded within the child (only through the eyes of an INNOCENT —) ; A trust that allows a near-stranger, such as Silva, to lift him without a moments hesitation. Delicate arms rested around the man’s shoulder, and even more delicate fingers took a careful hold against BLOND locks. One to steady him further against an already unshakable feeling surface.  “Where’s that??” he asked. The only HOME he’d ever known was the OLD house back in Los Angeles ; Only that smelled like alcohol, and held memories that gave Tate NIGHTMARES.

“My MOM would get mad if ever even crossed the street.”  A wrath he had put an end to with his own two hands ; The MOVIES on that television late at night gave him such ideas. (he wasn’t suppose to watch them, but when she drank, it was hard to wake her up.)  “Are we going to take a plane??”

            the added mass remains but a mild burden upon the knees, && though what dull ache is there shall merit an exasperated SIGH from betwixt the lion’s jowls, his pace remains  l a n g  u i d .  ( take your time, o’ seraph, o’ monarch.. leave your trail of decaying feather. your kingdom awaits, your SERFS shall bow no matter your speed. ) 

     whilst the ghosting of adolescent digits within peroxide mane may nip at minuscule hairs at the back of the neck, dare he take great care in keeping himself from scolding the child by leaning away. had the boy not allowed him in with no fuss–? had he not made it so EASY–?

     ( for had the child any aversion to being so close, when in history did KINGS oblige the fear of babes–? ) 

        ❛        AH, HOME IS.. HOME IS AN entire island, tate: just for you, and me, and the woman who is there to be your new mother. - mm - you see, my grandmother had an island for me when i was younger, and after i grew i realized.. well, i could have one myself. ❜

                                  ❛ by plane–? no no, my boy: we are traveling by helicopter. ❜