The sun above the little town of Cavalier was warm, enjoyable, and lightened the flowery porch of the Stefan home. Houses that lined up in the systematic manner of Cavalier all had the same flowery porch, and veranda that gleamed with beauty and attracted the feathery insects.
Although Cavalier was a small town, the people around seemed much as they gathered outside with curious looks, and giraffing necks. Some from their windows, and others blatantly staring, trying to see, curious of the stranger that was standing on the veranda of the Stefan house.
Caelngh wondered how the sunflowers in the veranda had blossomed so beautifully, standing still and the pads of his pale fingers grazing the flowers, and willing himself not to think of how unfortunate many of the scenarios of what could happen in his head were.
Color had always been a thing he liked, he enjoyed inconsistency, and diversity when it came to color, the change that was inevitable when colors merged, and the beauty in the perfect diversity. The corner of his peach colored pert lips stretched to the side slightly as a butterfly landed on one of the polished red nails of his, another butterfly found its way onto another nail, and his eyes watched with loving glints underneath the black shades on his face.
The butterflies roamed fascinatingly on his nails, and knuckles, but the small smile fell when his skin began glowing a pale-red from the sun winking down on his pale body. He retracted his fingers, and the butterflies scattered.
The grip of the hand wrapped around the arm of his black bag pack was tight when his eyes locked on the grey door of the Stefan home. It had been eleven years since Caelngh had seen his home, and in those eleven years Caelngh had not bothered to find his family, that was until he did.
Reluctantly he made his way onto the porch. His combat boots made thudding noises as he landed on the wooden porch. An aroma enveloped the porch that Caelngh found very familiar, and the color of the flowers, and bench on the chair called to Caelngh.
Nothing had clicked even as he stepped foot on the porch, nothing felt more than a distant memory even though he was in his home, but then again he wasn't there to feel what had been lost to him long ago. He was a man with a plan.
He balled his hand, knock knock, he thumped his fist against the hard door, all the while tightening his hold on his back pack.
"Comeon in, Roy, you're back early, did something happen at Nathanael's?" A chippy voice said after the knock.
The voice struck another distinct memory in the mind of Caelngh but of course it was just a memory, because after eleven years of who he had become, memories were all that attached him to who he once was eleven years ago.
Caelngh followed the command and allowed himself in, hit by a familiar and enticing aroma as he entered the cozy house. His pert peach colored lips subconsciously parted allowing him to suck in a quiet breath and take in the scenery of the small house.
The place looked bigger outside but it was actually small with the stairs being the first thing you saw when you entered the house and the living room to the right of the stairs as well as the kitchen to the left.
Caelngh stood still, staring quietly at the petite woman with the brown hair that he once had, familial bronze skin that he also used to have with an apron on.
"Roy are you –" the words seemed to have died in her throat and her eyes almost fell out of their sockets.
Her body trembled and the familial blue eyes which was all that remained of the boy that Caelngh remembered were filled with fear. "W-who are you?" She croaked out.
Caelngh pursed his lips. He was great at socialization as well as master in displaying false emotion but he couldn't help the irritation of what he knew would come next– the pretending.
Caelngh removed the glasses.
She trembled, eyes turned teary, and head shaking. "Ryan?" She pushed down the bile in her throat.
And he replied, compelling an alien emotion to leak in his voice, "hey mum."
She fainted.
Coming soon.
