#louette

@pidgedarling

Toulouse had spent the early afternoon wandering in the woods. It was one of his favorite places to come when he was feeling that heavy darkness in his chest, which made it hard for him to leave his bed, but too restless to sit still.

Wandering in nature had been something of a respite for him since he’d been a child, sneaking out of his window and shimmying down his lattice outside his childhood bedroom window. They lived across from le Jardins des Tuileries, and beyond that the Seine. He used to give Nounou a heart attack disappearing the way that he did. Or his mother, if she happened to be home (though, he left less when she was.) It was funny how things changed. Now, Nounou did not care where Lou ran off to and it was his mother at home that made Lou too restless to stay inside the house. 

It had been a few hours, and he knew he would be expected home for dinner, so he left the pool with the fairies (which was where he went to gather himself. No one else was ever there and the fairies were good company, mostly because they couldn’t talk besides to jingle. Sometimes they brought him flowers and sometimes they hovered around his head and braided pieces of his hair.) 

Walking back, he lit his second joint of the day, which he’d rolled before he left the house, letting it burn slow as he made his way back to the path. Once he hit the edge of the woods, the lake shimmering gold from sunset in the near-distance, he blew out a cloud of smoke and spotted--

look at my baby