aeternalux (aeternalux) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-03-02 18:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | closed, jonathan ward, lux weston |
Lux, OPEN
The park
May 1, early evening
It was after supper when Lux left his home, heading alone to the park down the street. It was quiet this time of the day, which was what he preferred. While he liked children normally, their screams hurt his ears, and he honestly wasn't a fan of large crowds. The evening sun was easier on his sensitive eyes as well, he didn't need his sunglasses, or to squint when he forgot them as he usually did. Getting on his usual swing, he began to gently hum to himself as he began to pump his legs, letting himself relax. This was perfection for him, no worrying about his powers or the human condition that had his parents so concerned.
He was autistic, or that's what the humans called it, there was no Danaan knowledge of the strange way Lux's brain processed the world. Unfortunately, his Danaan genes didn't know that Lux would have to struggle with enough in life without adding a supernatural element, and he was blessed with a gift that his mother called dehydrating. Lux knew better though, especially after seeing what he had accidentally done to a squirrel and tree in the yard. He wasn't just taking moisture, he was killing, he was rotting things, and for a young man who was best described as a ball of sunshine, it was upsetting to see the products of his little accidents.
But for all of the boy's troubles, for all of his worries and difficulties, the smile on his face couldn't have been wider as he sat alone in the park, swinging as high as he could. If there was one thing Lux swore to himself, it's that he would never let himself get beaten by what resided within him. He had hope, even through the frustration, and as long as he could have these moments, he would be fine. He could predict most of his problems after all.
Though one thing he rarely anticipated, especially swinging this late at night, was being interrupted.