maxon winters ❄ jon snow. (stargaryen) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-03-31 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * kit, c: maxon winters |
WHO: Maxon Winters
WHEN: Saturday, March 31, 2018; Evening
WHERE: His house
SUMMARY: Max struggles with his sister’s plans
WARNINGS: None!
Max had always known that his sister would grow up. Even when she’d been a baby, he’d enjoyed picturing what sort of person she’d grow up to be, what dreams she’d have. He loved his baby sister more than he could possibly say, and her future had always filled him with a hope and excitement over all of the opportunities she would have. For that reason, Max knew that it was completely irrational to feel blindsided by the fact that his was, as it turned out, actually growing up. At dinner that night, she had surprised him with the news that she’d been accepted to a college across the country. Her first choice school, as it turned out. Her excitement and enthusiasm was contagious and he’d put on a good face for her while she gushed over all of the plans she needed to make between graduation and leaving for college, but as soon as she’d bounded off for her room to start calling her friends, Max had felt his mood decline quickly. Something in the pit of his stomach told him that putting that much distance between the two of them was a terrible idea. What if she needed him and he wasn’t close enough to be there for her? What if something terrible happened and they couldn’t get back to each other? What if--what if her leaving was the last time he got to see her? Max knew he had no real reason for his fears. His sister could take care of herself. She was smart and savvy, and knew well enough the reasons why being careful was important. He also knew that there would be no distance that would keep him from her if she really needed him. Distance was a non-issue. Still, he couldn’t help but to think back on his dreams as of late where he said goodbye to the family he’d grown up with and then had to sit idly by while one raven after the other brought news of yet another family member’s death. He thought the dreams stemmed from the grief he still hadn’t allowed himself to process following his father’s death as there was no other logical explanation for them, but they felt so real. Having lost his father and his sister’s mother so suddenly in the accident, too, made his concern for unpredictable dangers more prominent. Running his fingers through his hair as he glance toward the stairs leading up to her room, Max had to convince himself that saying goodbye to her in a few months would not be an actual goodbye. He’d do everything in his power to make sure his sister had the future she wanted the most and, if he got a few ulcers in the process from worrying, then that was a price he was willing to pay for his sister’s happiness. |