|Gerald (uruisg) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2017-03-24 22:19:00
|Entry tags:||david richardson, gerald, jameson kemp, jayden delacroix, phantasos, roxanna fielding|
Who: Gerald, Jayden, David, Jamie, Phantasos
What: I put a spell on you...and then you're...honest?
When: Thursday evening
Where: The Haus of Sausage
Warnings: Uh...we'll see
As the sun started to set, Gerald began to stir. Most of the family had been in house all day, but now they'd all gone out. All, that is, except the youngest brother. Gerald liked Jayden. Sometimes he left cookies out absentmindedly, and Gerald would always take one or two back up to the attic with him. And whenever he played music, it would drift up to the attic, and Gerald would smile. It was lovely, listening to Jayden play.
But there was something about Jayden that was a tinge off. There always seemed to be something locked away behind his eyes, like words were knocking at his teeth, trying to get out. And Gerald liked his family, he just wanted to help. He shrunk himself down and changed into a fly, and he flew downstairs and into the house proper. He found Jayden, and he alighted on the boy's shoulder.
'From this sunset til the next, no falsehoods shall pass your lips.'
He focused his will on those words, and a puff of something rose and then fell onto Jayden. Like mist settling, it was there and then gone. Gerald flew back up to the attic, changed back into his human form, and untangled his earbuds. There was a Let's Play series he hadn't watched yet, and the night was still young.