Aubrey | The Lemur (lemureslores) wrote in thegardensic, @ 2015-08-20 23:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | finn, treehouse |
Who: Finn & Lemur
Where: The Treehouse
What: Settling in
When: A few days after his arrival
Status: Closed | In Progress
Aubrey had been a miserable, visibly unhappy and unhealthy kid before Peter found him and spirited him away. People may have asked questions had anyone been able to see him, but he was all but housebound by his family. Since he'd been in Neverland he'd started to come out of the drugged out unhappy haze he'd been in and back into the real world with everyone else; it was nice but frightening at the same time, like a caged bird suddenly freed that didn't know how to feed itself and saw cats around every corner. His hair was still thin and a little patchy, his bones still stick out from a combination of poor nutrition and constant sickness and his nails and lips were still bitten and raw and bloody, but despite all these things he looked better - the happiness was beginning to show again.
Seeking out a place to sleep had been nerve wracking and despite the fact that he was sleeping with other people, with girls, everyone had been nice and made him feel welcome. He still shuddered awake from cat naps confused and disoriented and unsure of where he was, He wondered why he was in a place with so much light and air, untouched and not aching in the way that he usually did and while it was a nice change he couldn't shake the feeling that it was just some pleasant dream and he'd wake up back to that.
He didn't feel safe sleeping on the bed and at some point while he slept he crept underneath it to sleep instead. He'd wake up like that now, in small places and under things like some prety animal looking for a place to sleep. He'd just woken up in a place squashed between a chair and the wall, locked into panicked stillness for a second before the memory of leaving with Peter came back to him and the panic eased. He scrambled up from behind the sofa, startled to find someone sitting on the chair across from him. "I, I, I'm sorry!" he said, tapping his thumb against the back of the sofa nine times in quick succession, a little flutter of the digit, all the little tics designed to keep him safe and now keep his new family safe as well.