Winged and Hurting (AU!Virgil One-shots)

First Foster Home

First Foster Home, Age 4 [5/12/2020]

He was just a small, scrawny little boy... about four years old at the time. Ah what a tender age. This child was a quiet little boy who was born to less-than-perfect parents. There was a reason he was sent to a foster home.

Gosh, this child stunk. His clothes seemed to permanently stink of alcohol and other substances no matter how many washes they went through. These clothes weren't in the best condition either. They were full of small holes and worn down fabric. I suppose you could expect that much from a low-income family but there were ways to properly clothe your child if you looked for it.

The other children in the foster home were older than this young boy... all around school age. They ignored him and didn't allow him to join in on their games. Who would want a slow, little, weak child on their team? He'll just slow them down. He wasn't needed.

The foster parents felt bad for the little boy. His birth mother had neglected him and the other kids shunned away from him... for a large foster family like theirs, it was hard to be able to preserve anything for anyone. Pure pity for the well behaved child was stronger then their ideals of everything equal. They managed to conjure up a few toys for the young boy to play with.

This young boy was content with what he was given. It was more than what he was allowed to have before. He would play for hours with nothing more than a mutter of dialogue escaping his lips. It was so easy to forget he was there.

This is how the next few months went. The quiet child would play contently while the world moved on around him. Eventually, it was time for the child to go back home. His mother finished her time in jail and in rehab. She had gotten clean. The system's goal was to be able to give the children back to their parents if it was possible. The foster family knew this time would come for him. Their months with the quiet boy had come to an end.