Valerian
Moon
- Joined
- Oct 24, 2013
Crystal Dunlath arrived to her home very quietly. Closing the front door without making much sound, her brow furrowed at not hearing her only son make any noise. Nowadays he seemed to always be in his room, lock away doing whatever he did. She had tried so many times to get them both to socialize, but after her husband's death- that time had been very nil.
She had let it go back then, thinking that all he needed was time to himself, just as she did- so they could both grief for their loss. Two years had passed since that and her house, seemed to be as empty as ever. Yes, he'd become the man of the house, but to her he still was her young boy.
Letting out a sigh, she took off her coat and hang it, before dropping the keys on a small pod. Marching up stairs to see if everything was alright, she prepared herself for the groans and 'leave me alone' that would greet her.
On that particular day, she wore a red dress with black stockings and high-heels; that dress up had been for an activity at work, that she left early to come home, seeing as she was unable to even socialize with her boss and his grabby hands.
She had let it go back then, thinking that all he needed was time to himself, just as she did- so they could both grief for their loss. Two years had passed since that and her house, seemed to be as empty as ever. Yes, he'd become the man of the house, but to her he still was her young boy.
Letting out a sigh, she took off her coat and hang it, before dropping the keys on a small pod. Marching up stairs to see if everything was alright, she prepared herself for the groans and 'leave me alone' that would greet her.
On that particular day, she wore a red dress with black stockings and high-heels; that dress up had been for an activity at work, that she left early to come home, seeing as she was unable to even socialize with her boss and his grabby hands.