Post by James Malcom MacDougal on Dec 10, 2017 18:59:15 GMT -5
The light of the lantern was welcoming as Jamie gratefully deposited the books in his arms onto the table in the little nook. It was early evening, after supper. The books all had titles pertaining to runes. One, worn and slipped beneath the others, mentioned blood magic. This one seemed to be about the follies of such a thing, going by his skiming of a few pages.
It didn't seem so bad as everyone had always said. And there was power. Strong enough to protect his mum. To keep her safe, he'd do anything. He'd just written a letter to Max, but he had felt inadequate. How could you express that fear, deep down inside, in letters? And of course, how could Max understand? They barely knew each other, he wouldn't understand the desperation he felt--they were all very welcoming but his mum was all the family he had known his whole life. How could a stranger understand the swings of her mood, and how they affected him? The desperation he could sense behind her anger, the fear that drove her when she raged against his father?
Jamie had been letting Aly teach him, come to him when she had time. But their last session had proven that wasn't enough. If she could control him like that--he couldn't let anyone control him like that. He settled into his seat and opened the first book, leaving the blood magic one alone for now. He wasnt certain how useful it would be anyway, it had been tucked away in an ill-used portion of the library, true, but it hadn't been in the restricted section.
It didn't seem so bad as everyone had always said. And there was power. Strong enough to protect his mum. To keep her safe, he'd do anything. He'd just written a letter to Max, but he had felt inadequate. How could you express that fear, deep down inside, in letters? And of course, how could Max understand? They barely knew each other, he wouldn't understand the desperation he felt--they were all very welcoming but his mum was all the family he had known his whole life. How could a stranger understand the swings of her mood, and how they affected him? The desperation he could sense behind her anger, the fear that drove her when she raged against his father?
Jamie had been letting Aly teach him, come to him when she had time. But their last session had proven that wasn't enough. If she could control him like that--he couldn't let anyone control him like that. He settled into his seat and opened the first book, leaving the blood magic one alone for now. He wasnt certain how useful it would be anyway, it had been tucked away in an ill-used portion of the library, true, but it hadn't been in the restricted section.