Flashback (3)

*Flashback*

“You’d make a perfect grandson for him. You love socializing and working hard for what others want for you and from you. I’d only ever do it for myself.”

“Because it benefits me.” RuIng interjected but Sevir waved his hand.

“You still do it. That’s all my grandfather wants. Do what he says.”

“That’s not all bad. He has a plan; he is following it.”

“You can plan, he can plan, but you can’t plan every single detail of life. He’d even plan when I can breathe if he could get me to do it.”

RuIng laughed, “mine just want to lock me up in a room. If they could make me not exist, they would do it. They just want me to stay away from anyone and everyone. I’d even stay away from the air if they could have it.”

Sevir smiled, “what rotten luck with families we have.”

RuIng did not smile, did not respond but looked at him intently, peculiarly, before he smiled slightly, “at least we found each other.”

Sevir nodded, “we would be perfect for each other’s families. But I don’t even know if you are real or a figment of my imagination.”

RuIng laughed, tilting his head playfully, eyes glinting, “if my mother can travel between worlds, so can I. Just you wait. I will find a way to get there. That will prove it.”

Sevir shook his head with a fond smile, “It would be good to know you are not a figment of my imagination.”

“Could you imagine yourself looking like this?” RuIng’s eye went back, and the whole person appeared, sitting with a dull wall behind him and deep blackish red robes with intricate golden threading on the collar, straight coal black hair, and a small patch of red hair just above the temple.

“No. You are right. I could never imagine myself looking so ancient.”

The lines of maturity had yet to appear on their faces. Flashy cheeks, rounded jaws, and messy hair added to the playfulness.

RuIng glared at him with a hint of a hidden smile, and Sevir smirked.