Snippets and Stories: (A) Passing Thoughts

Forswua frowned, watching as the group knocked Sil off his feet, jeering and laughing as he stumbled and fell, sprawled on the grass.

It wasn't any of his business, he wouldn't intervene. Besides it was sickening that Sil wouldn't stand up for himself, and more so if he was hoping someone else would do it for him.

To his disappointment he redhead just sat there. He picked up his upended bag and belongings. And without a word, walked away, the taunts still following him.

He walked away, not with a huddled form as one would expect, but with his shoulders back. Yet he didn't hold his head held high. Just kept walking.

But when he rounded the corner, his shoulders drooped. His eyes crinkled and his frown deepened.

And then he spotted Forswua leaning against the pillar.

A red eye regarded him with a mix of astonishment and trepidation.

Had he seen what happened? Moreover, if so why didn't he do anything? He didn't actually enjoy seeing him hurt did he?

Was he the one who had instigated this?

... Would he hurt him too?

Sil broke the stare. He seemed taken aback and for a moment and Forswua thought his weak character would break into tears.

Sil did nothing of the sort.

Instead ducking his head and hiding his eyes as he pushed past Forswua.

This wasn't anything. Just another typical day.

Forswua was the last person he wanted to see him, caught in a moment he had thought himself alone in.

He could feel the disapproval emanating off the other.

So when he ran into Ignace, he wrapped his arms around the other.

"Sil? What's wrong?" Ignace spoke gently, concern evident. A gentle hand rested soothingly on his shoulder.

The redhead remained like that for a moment, face buried in the front of his sweater.

Then abruptly he looked up with big grin, glowing, "Missed you!"

Ignace felt himself melt and returned the hug with a tight squeeze of his own.

"I missed you too buddy."

Sil binked him, pressing their temple together and nuzzling into the sweater. His nose was awfully cold.

When Forswua arrived later, Sil said nothing of the earlier incident, and so he let it be.

He studied the redhead carefully, keeping a vigilant watch with his peripheral.

The redhead was as he always was, if not a touch more nervous, though it was difficult to tell with his perpetual stutter.

Ignace, being the concerned and attentive individual that he was, took notice, and inquired, "Everything okay?"

A small nod.

"Mmm." Ignace let it slide, he didn't wamt to bother Sil, "If something's troubling you I'm always here to listen."

Sil nodded, beaming up at the other, grateful he had his company.

Ignace melted at the look and ruffled the red curls, chuckling at the exclamation as Sil tried to escape his long reach.

Forswua scoffed and turned away from the display. It was hard to believe Sil didn't realize what he was doing.

But whatever. Ignace seemed to be enjoying himself and it was none of his business.