#silentslaughter

silent--slaughter 

         and steal away my mask?

                                                                                                 Go on, I dare you.

       Before the Mirror cracks and reveals the real me.

                      Or will it be just a trick of the light?                                         

                  p ǝ d d ı ן ɟ ?                                                                                                                                                                    Distorted?

                                      Can you tell, what is the truth Lander?

The quarrel and tension between both of his fathers was quite troublesome, to be frank. It was always constant fighting, constant jealously. Constant contests of who was the best. It was like two boys on the playground arguing over a toy or over a point lost during a game. He knew his half siblings were tired of it too. Yet there wasn't much that he could do, since it was a fight amongst the adults, as his own father put it and that he should stay out of it.

Kicking a rock on the road, Laurent sighed heavily. His red eyes watched as the rock bounced and eventually hit the shin of some poor fellow. When his eyes rose, it met with green ones.

It was his other father.

Straightening, Laurent cleared his throat. He removed his hands from the pockets of his jeans and allowed for them to sway by his sides.

"...Father."