#troyconvo

it’s another restless night for troy, but it’s different, this one carries him out past the gates of his mansion and down the the nearby docks. it feels very much like a dream. it seems familiar as he wanders towards the water and hangs his legs off the side staring into the murky water. familiar, all of it seems familiar but it can’t be, he’s never been here before he decides. it reminds him of a dream he once had when he was little.

a small nine year old wandering along the docks and playing on them in the late evenings and early mornings with another young boy. it was just a dream, an imaginary friend. reece he had called him. for of course a boy as isolated as troy would have nothing but an imaginary friend. and he became his best friend, and he had relied on him. 

troy rested his chin on his hand as the business talk swirled around him. he didn’t understand why his brother forced him to come when he knew troy wouldn’t speak up, and would simply just watch from the side anyways. he was the tatterton brother who was taken less seriously. troy wasn’t someone to be ignored though. he had gone to college when he was fourteen, even though he didn’t need to. he knew his life was in toy making. but he had gotten a degree quicker than most, deeply focused on his studies rather than the social aspects of college. after he headed straight for the workshop, making the meticulously crafted toys for the company.