kingofmycenae (kingofmycenae) wrote in nevermore_past, @ 2016-04-21 23:01:00 |
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Current mood: | contemplative |
Current music: | "Titanium" by Sia |
Entry tags: | menelaus |
WHO: Menelaus and NPC Arianna
WHEN: Moving from Boston
WHERE: Last night in their old apartment, just a few days before moving to NY
WHAT: Explaining to a six year old that sometimes he doesn't always have an answer [Narrative]
As the tape ripped loose from the wheel he closed up another box and stacked it off to the side. The moving truck was coming tomorrow first thing, so whatever wasn't packed was getting left behind. Menelaus took two steps and felt hollow plastic crunch underneath him. Beneath his boot was one of Arianna's dolls. Instead of the six year old coming out to cry she stood in the kitchen doorway with a cardboard sword wrapped in tin foil. She ran up to Menelaus and sliced at his leg.
"Daddy! I want to play swords!" She demanded slashing at his other leg as if to shove him forward. "Come on! I've been practicing!" She was was a little tiny leader that one. He put his hands up in surrender. He couldn't ever deny her attention when she asked for it so bravely. He put his hands on his hips and looked at her expectantly. "I don't have a sword."
Her eyes lit up and she ran off to her room. She came back with another tin foil sword and handed it to him. He cracked a smile, laughing at her preparedness. She jutted out her sword and gave him a serious voice. "I'm ready," she said as she put on her best stance. She chased him around the apartment until she got tired. Climbing up on the couch she held out her hand for him. Menelaus sat down beside her where she curled up against his side. "Go to sleep," he bade her, pulling the blanket from the other side to put over them. He sat his head back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. It wasn't two minutes later that he heard a soft little voice try to climb out from Arianna's tired little mouth. "Where's momma?" she asked. It was a question she'd started becoming more bold in asking. It was a question he didn't have the answer to. He shushed her to sleep. Arianna had only been two when her mother left, something Menelaus had grown accustomed to. She wasn't the first woman to leave him.
He rested his head on the top of hers. Maybe one day he'd have the right story to tell her, but for right now he let her believe it was just the two of them. Arianna was the only lady in his life that needed rescuing.