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Jan. 24th, 2019 02:09 pmI had a really big favour to ask of Magnus and I knew it was still months away, but it turned out, when the world was gentler, I was rather impatient. I could wait forever if I was hunting or if I knew the pirates were nearby and staying silent was the only way to stay safe, but this was different. This was fun.
Before Darrow, even though Peter would have told a very different story, I didn't have a lot of fun. It was difficult, being on that Island. I had been a hunter and a caretaker. A murderer and healer. A doctor and a parent. All the roles that required responsibility on the Island had been mine, even if I hadn't realized at the time. Looking back now, so much of my time there had been warped and twisted through Peter's dark vision.
But Darrow, for all the strangeness it held, offered me the chance to just be a boy, too. To have fun and do things because I wanted to, not only because I felt I had to. I thought I was being responsible, too. I was doing well in school and I hadn't been in a real fight in weeks, but I still couldn't just turn a blind eye when someone was getting picked on. What helped me there were the bullies who didn't want to admit they had been beaten up by me.
Admittedly, I still found fighting fun, but I was more excited for what I had to ask Magnus. I had texted him earlier, politely asking if he would meet me for tea, and I had told him I would pay. The workers at the Home had given me some of my money for it and I was waiting in a comfortable chair at a tea shop, sitting on my hands to prevent myself from squirming impatiently.
Before Darrow, even though Peter would have told a very different story, I didn't have a lot of fun. It was difficult, being on that Island. I had been a hunter and a caretaker. A murderer and healer. A doctor and a parent. All the roles that required responsibility on the Island had been mine, even if I hadn't realized at the time. Looking back now, so much of my time there had been warped and twisted through Peter's dark vision.
But Darrow, for all the strangeness it held, offered me the chance to just be a boy, too. To have fun and do things because I wanted to, not only because I felt I had to. I thought I was being responsible, too. I was doing well in school and I hadn't been in a real fight in weeks, but I still couldn't just turn a blind eye when someone was getting picked on. What helped me there were the bullies who didn't want to admit they had been beaten up by me.
Admittedly, I still found fighting fun, but I was more excited for what I had to ask Magnus. I had texted him earlier, politely asking if he would meet me for tea, and I had told him I would pay. The workers at the Home had given me some of my money for it and I was waiting in a comfortable chair at a tea shop, sitting on my hands to prevent myself from squirming impatiently.
