Post by Bobbie on Aug 17, 2022 9:33:37 GMT -5
Tanako didn’t answer Magnus’ life advice of peeling away the wrapper of a chocolate bar before swallowing it along with the sweet dessert. Nothing should go to waste when a woman was as hungry as she was. Her focus was once more returned to Samson’s behaviour, as he crawled toward the large older man with such hope in his voice.
As she witnessed the interaction, some of his hope seemed to have spread to her as she eyed the box of cookies. They weren’t doughnuts for sure, and she didn’t particularly crave sugar more than anything else - all she wanted was food. Any kind of food that could stop the aching in her belly and in her heart that left the woman with such a deep emptiness every waking moment. She would have much preferred a full bowl - maybe two - of white rice, but this boy definitely seemed to love sweets… and so sweets will have to do for now. However, as he reached the holder of said sweets, she watched the hopes of a desperate child be entirely crushed, as in order for him to lay a finger on those cookies and taste their delicious flavours, he must depend on somebody else… he must depend on her.
Before she could even begin her reply, Samson started circling around her. He had so much energy, that she struggled to keep up with his movements as her head whipped from side to side in an attempt to keep her eyes on him while the rest of her body didn’t move. This changed, however, when Samson reached to poke at her ribs, prompting her to swiftly raise a hand to grab his wrist before his finger would reach her.
Her fingers were cold and clammy, her knuckles protruding to match the rest of the woman’s skinny frame. Yet despite her weak appearance, her grip was remarkably strong as her thin fingers remained wrapped around the boy’s arm and latched onto it unrelentingly. Her other hand reached up to grab his shoulder in an attempt to keep him still at least for a few seconds while she had to lean down a bit to make up for their difference in heights.
Once she was nose-to-nose with him, she peered through her hair to stare at him and quietly whispered, “Right. We both promise.”
How could I not? This boy seems to be as hungry as I am… she thought to herself as she released her grip and straightened up. Expecting Samson to relay the message to him, she looked at Magnus, expectantly.
As she witnessed the interaction, some of his hope seemed to have spread to her as she eyed the box of cookies. They weren’t doughnuts for sure, and she didn’t particularly crave sugar more than anything else - all she wanted was food. Any kind of food that could stop the aching in her belly and in her heart that left the woman with such a deep emptiness every waking moment. She would have much preferred a full bowl - maybe two - of white rice, but this boy definitely seemed to love sweets… and so sweets will have to do for now. However, as he reached the holder of said sweets, she watched the hopes of a desperate child be entirely crushed, as in order for him to lay a finger on those cookies and taste their delicious flavours, he must depend on somebody else… he must depend on her.
Before she could even begin her reply, Samson started circling around her. He had so much energy, that she struggled to keep up with his movements as her head whipped from side to side in an attempt to keep her eyes on him while the rest of her body didn’t move. This changed, however, when Samson reached to poke at her ribs, prompting her to swiftly raise a hand to grab his wrist before his finger would reach her.
Her fingers were cold and clammy, her knuckles protruding to match the rest of the woman’s skinny frame. Yet despite her weak appearance, her grip was remarkably strong as her thin fingers remained wrapped around the boy’s arm and latched onto it unrelentingly. Her other hand reached up to grab his shoulder in an attempt to keep him still at least for a few seconds while she had to lean down a bit to make up for their difference in heights.
Once she was nose-to-nose with him, she peered through her hair to stare at him and quietly whispered, “Right. We both promise.”
How could I not? This boy seems to be as hungry as I am… she thought to herself as she released her grip and straightened up. Expecting Samson to relay the message to him, she looked at Magnus, expectantly.
Tanako: #c1ddfd