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Peace, that's how he felt at first, he can't remember the last time he slept so well - But he's not sleeping well, he feels irritated, and the constant sound of 'beep beep beep beep' is making him restless, so against his own will, against his two hours of sleep he opens his eyes and quickly turns off the alarm.
Even if he wanted to stay in bed, there was no reason for it now. He was awake and couldn't close his eyes. He didn't feel sleepy, but he felt tired like every day, it's another day, another day of listening to Granny's ranting - Well, maybe he's being too hard on her, even if she rants he likes spending time with her... But it's another day of listening to grandma, his favorite part of his 'another day' is taking care of the crops he's so proud of... Maybe that's the only feeling that gives him peace.
Maybe... But that's all? He doesn't mind too much, as he gets up, he stretches his arms and cracks his back a little, if grandma saw him right now, she would be scolding him, "You little prick! What did I tell you about sleeping in bad positions?" he can hear the voice in his head, yeah, that's her... Peace, huh, what a strange feeling.
Why he feels like he doesn't feel it? Why he doesn't feel peace? Or maybe he is just overthinking again, maybe Granny is right - He needs to stop drinking so many energy drinks at night, sighs. What a way to start the day, hopefully, he will — ORORON, ARE YOU UP? — the voice of the old hag, the woman that raised him and the woman he adores with his heart... Even if she beats the hell out of him sometimes, his ear flicks for a second.
—Yes, granny i'm up— he said quietly, it was hard for him to raise his voice, he didn't like it, even if it was for something simple so that others would know that he was awake.
He is in the kitchen with her, he is having breakfast with her, it's a nice moment, it's a moment that he calls peace... It's a moment he feels like nothing else matters, him, the old Woman, and the solitude of just enjoying a peaceful food... But even if it's comfortable, it's... Empty.
He isn't even paying attention, but he isn't thinking anything, he is just... ¿Existing? Confusing, to say at least — Ororon! — She calls out. The named guy with eye bags under his eyes looks up, and she snorts, rolling her eyes — I swear you live more in that little head of yours than the real world, you're going late! — Shit.
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He can't think much, he sees people and the people see him sometimes, they greet him and he greets back... But sometimes he doesn't quite understand why people talk- That's nice... But why to him? Elders, adults, teens, and kids: Everyone talks, and everyone is usually friendly
Understanding what is behind something so 'simple' is difficult for Ororon, he likes to talk, but... To his plants, to his crops... To his little cabbages, to his radishes... His vegetables, sighs, Ifa would say he is crazy, but well - Ifa is kinda used to it at this point.
Class is boring... Well, no, he sighs, why did he lied? He isn't bored, he likes the topic... He likes learning more about his crops - But why does he feels a little... Bored? This isn't normal, even if he doesn't show it, his ear that is not covered by his hoodie goes down, he can't even listen to his classmates or people he calls 'friends'... Why? Why does he feels so... Different today, he is not usually like this.
As the class and day progresses, he finds himself in Kinich’s dorm. They were smoking weed, Mualani cuddling with Kinich on the couch while Xilonen puts her Spotify playlist on the speaker. Chasca isn’t here because she said she was busy, he’s sitting on the couch, and next to him is Ifa, which is a surprise to Ororon since he’s usually very busy… He always says no to meetings or hangouts because, ‘Sorry guys, I have to focus on work!’, but it seems like this is a different case.
—What's on your mind? — Ifa asks him while taking a drag from his joint - Ororon hums and shakes his head — I don't know — He says casually, of course, Ifa doesn't buy it but he isn't gonna pry any further, he knows Ororon can be a little mysterious when he wants.
Ororon sighs and looks at the time on his phone; he hasn't smoked much, so he doesn't feel dizzy or different, he gets up and says goodbye to his friends — Enjoy the evening, I'm going home — Xilonen turns around and smiles at him — Sure, see you tomorrow Olorun — Leaving the dorm feels strange, he feels lonely now... But he shakes his head.
And like that, Ororon is walking in the streets of the city, Teyvat is such a crazy city... There's so much going on, and it never stops, he wonders if his life could be like that... Always moving, always moving in a new direction... But he likes the way his life is, or at least he thinks that.
But when Ororon got home, he could sense the presence of another old hag in the house... Ugh, he sighed. Madame Faruzan, a friend of his grandmother's who is a well-known and renowned scholar of the Akademiya - They're probably gossiping, as he approaches the door, Ororon takes a moment of the flowers he planted last week... Saurian Claw Succulents and Brilliant Chrysanthemums... He smiles and finally enters his house, closing the door and -
— There you are! — His granny quickly calls him, madame Faruzan snorts — Where are the manners of a gentleman these days? — Citlali agrees as she rolls her eyes and looks at Ororon, putting a hand on her hip — Care to explain why you came home so late? That is not very sigma of you. —
— I'm sorry, granny... — He said quietly — I was studying with Ifa and some other friends... — He felt a little tired, which was weird for him... Well, no. It wasn't weird; he was always tired, but - Ugh... He just shuts up as he listens to his granny, but before Citlali keeps scolding him, madame Faruzan speaks
— Ororon, you're good with plants right? — She asks the obvious thing, Ororon is about to answer but she speaks again — The Akademiya needs a replacement gardener, some junior students did a hard job planting flowers... They are to give them to their parents or guardians, and since the current gardener is sick, I could recommend you, of course you will be paid. — Ororon is a little stunned, he didn't expect that... But the idea of money sounds good... And helping kids with their plants? That should be easy job... Right? He dosen't say anything, but he nods slowly.
It's settled, and Ororon finds himself excited but of course he dosen't show it, instead he just slightly smiles as he walks inside his room... Tomorrow he will help in the Akademiya, he will help young kids with their precious plants... What a nice change.
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This warm city feels cold, at least in his scarred skins, his muscles are tense at the strength he is currently using - His hand grip the bar strongly, and lifts it, lifts it like it dosen't weight anything - like it's just some simple bar... He was lifting weights, in that place where the music is loud and the people smell bad, the gym.
Capitano was too focused on working on his routine as that annoying ginger cheers for him — Come on Captain! — Childe keeps calling as the 'Captain' breaks a new record, he puts the weight back in the floor, new record. He sighs and wipes his sweat with a napkin, he looks at the timer and smirks, under that face, that face that hides marks and stories... Scars on his face and body, he remembered the man he used to be... Now, where is that man? He looks at the mirror and he can't see him.
He never likes to think about the past, being a young-man in the battlefield is never good, and he can't forget the faces of... - Brrrr - his phone is vibrating, he checks the id and, ah, it's Mavuika - He quickly takes the call
— Mavuika — He said simply, and she chuckled — You sound tired — She said amused, she could tell by his voice he was exhausted, by the time she could guess he was in the gym, but instead she goes back to the reason why she called — I need a favor, can you pick Benny from school? I'm working on a new piece for a client and i have limited time. — She sighs, Capitano can hear the the sound of the tattoo machine in the other line
— I'll be there. — Capitano said simply as he hung up the call, saying goodbye to Childe and heading to the showers, the warm water brushing against his cold skin. — He doesn't care if the water is cold or warm, he doesn't notice the difference. But now he was happy, he always liked spending time with his son... But because of his job, he didn't have much time, and every time he wanted to communicate with Bennett he was already out with his friends.
He'd be lying if he said he doesn't care or that it doesn't bother him... He likes the idea of Bennett hanging out with his friends, but sometimes he wishes he could spend more time with him... He knows his son is a little... "Clumsy", but he loves him the way he is... His little troublemaker. He hums in amusement at his son's "bad luck" as he drives to school, sometimes he wonders if he's a good father or if Benny actually likes him being around... He wants to be a good father, he needs to be a good father.
When did things change so much? Was it after the accident? No, i don't think so... Mavuika and he tried to get their relationship back together but it never ended badly, after all the most important thing in their lives was Benny, he still is and always will be...
But he can't deny that he feels quite alone, but oh well... There's no time for distractions and breaks, that's what he thinks.
Ah, he is zoning out again, pathetic. He sighs and parks in the Akademiya parking lot, sometimes he wonders how his son got into such a prestigious place... But the thought quickly goes away, he trusts his son a lot, he gets out of his car and he walks trying to find his son... But what he sees catched him on guard, was the school set on fire? He quickly walks closer and he saw Benny, his son, being scolded by who looks like his teacher...
Shit, Benny got into trouble again, probably an effect of his 'Bad luck' — Son — He called, catching Bennett's attention and when the teacher turns around... In years, in years of a sea of solitude he feels his breath hitched, he feels stunned at the sight in front of him.
The young man was tall, but still shorter than him... Beautiful pale skin with some tattoos... Beautiful eyes of different colors and under those two gems, he can see the eye bags... he feels lost in his gaze... He wants to touch those cute bat ears. This man with a scruffy appearance, tired eyes, messy hair... He is the most beautiful things Capitano has ever seen, and he cannot believe that his words got stuck in his throat. He feels nervous and anxious but his exterior does not show it.
— Are you Bennet's father? — the handsome man with cute ears asked him, his voice is just... He just nodded silently at his question. — He burned the greenhouse. — Oh, wait- WHAT? Capitano sighs, this will be a long conversation.
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