Imagine • Farrah Lux

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by softied-

by softied-

Jaxson's voice rang through the house, a soft sniffle being heard from the five year old blonde as she got off her bed.

Poppy's voice came next, just about screeching as Farrah covered her ears, knocking on her brother's door.

The curly haired brunette poked his head out, looking down at Farrah, "Come in, Lucky." He murmured, opening the door for her.

As soon as he shut his door, Jaxson and Poppy's voices were muffled.

Farrah sniffled, moving her hands off her ears, "M-Mama and Papa are fighting again, B-Bubby." She whispered, wiping her eyes.

"I know, sis, they get like that sometimes." Maddox whispered, patting his bed, "C'mere."

"I-It's not just sometimes, though.." Farrah murmured, Maddox patting her back, "T-They do it all the time..and Mama ends up crying, and Papa ends up leaving-"

"I know.." He sighed, getting up and pulling out some blankets for him to use.

"M-Mama's gonna leave soon, isn't she?"

"What d'you mean, sis?" Maddox asked, looking over at his little sister, despite knowing exactly what she meant.

"She packs up boxes every time Papa leaves." Farrah whispered, "Mama's gonna leave, isn't she?" The small girl repeated.

Maddox bit his lip, "Yeah, she is." He sighed, laying the blankets on the floor.

"Is Mama gonna leave us?" Farrah asked after a moment of silence, Maddox shaking his head and smiling sadly.

"Mom's gonna take us with her." He told Farrah quietly.

"So we can't see Papa anymore?"

"..I don't think so, no." Maddox whispered, Farrah nodding silently. "Look, Lucky, you gotta get to bed. You have school tomorrow."

"Mama doesn't like the school I go to, she wants me to go where she went."

"Oh?" Maddox raised an eyebrow, despite already knowing this. Poppy and Jaxson had fought about which school the kids should go to so many times that he was getting sick of it,

"Mhm, she told me that she's gonna put me there one day." Farrah smiled, "So I get to meet new people!"

Maddox smiled slightly, "Yeah, you do." He whispered, kissing her forehead, "C'mon, lay down."

Farrah obeyed, slipping under his covers and just about being hidden. "I love you, Bubby."

"I love you too, sis, goodnight."

"Night."

( -criesaesthetic- )