「𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗟𝗘」❝We always figure it out, don't we? ❞
▪︎ Synopsis ▪︎
Catherina was the Oracle sought out to purify the world. She was the light in the darkness that was soon going to take over"
Started: October 20, 2019
Finished: April 03, 2020
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Thornton, slightly exasperated, observed his mother disappear into the changing room for the tenth time. He wisely decided not to comment, knowing all too well that he could end up being dressed up against his will as a consequence.
A random male approached Thornton and plonked himself down on the empty chair beside him. Seeing the wizard's immediate tension and defensive response, he casually replied, "Sisters am I right?" Despite the pair no longer living in seclusion, Thornton's natural instinct to tense up in close proximity to others still remained.
Throughout the countless centuries that had passed, he had come to realize that time did little to heal the deep wounds inflicted upon him. The trauma of being separated from his mother and the long period of isolation while in captivity had left an indelible mark on his soul, still affecting him profoundly.
His past traumas and nightmares haunted him, making him uneasy in the presence of strangers. Deep within, he longed to become a doctor, but the ever-present fear within him cast a shadow of doubt over the prospect of achieving such a noble profession.
Catherina, as a mother, was keenly attuned to her son's emotions. With a mother's intuition, she closed her eyes and concentrated, murmuring a spell under her breath. Thorn felt the magic envelop him, and the soothing white light that he alone could see brought him comfort, gently easing his distress.
Thornton mentally sent a silent gratitude to his mother, knowing that she would hear him. He then turned to the male beside him and responded with a soft chuckle, "I couldn't agree more." Despite his initial unease and trauma surrounding strangers, he managed to muster a lighthearted quip in response to the male's earlier comment.
The male let out a quick farewell and a friendly "good luck" to Thornton before being pulled away by his sister. As he watched the male retreating, he remained blissfully unaware of his mother's presence standing before him.
"I'm not that bad, Thorn," Catherina protested with a mock pout, finally gaining her son's attention, who was still fixated on the direction the male had walked off in.
"No," Thorn replied with a cheeky grin, finally facing his mother and adding, "I think you're a lot worse," his voice laced with playful sarcasm.
Catherina let out a playful huff and strolled over to the rack of clothes, declaring with a mock-stern tone, "Just for that, you're going to have to wait longer, young man."
Thorn internally groaned, his frustration turning into a deflation on the chair he sat on. He leaned against his palm, watching his mother gather multiple garments, a mixture of amusement and annoyance showing on his face. Despite his feelings, he couldn't deny the joy he felt at the smallest moments like these – watching his mother spend hours shopping. These mundane activities had become special to him, given the secluded life they had led for so long.
