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find_rightbrainTitle: When Your Heart Was Open Wide
Characters/Pairing: Nate, Mat and their mother
Word Count: 336
Rating: G
Summary: Nate's sixteenth birthday sucks... but it could be worse, all things considered.
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Disclaimer: Nate is mine, Mat is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starletfallen's, Mama Wallace may or may not be in kawaiispinel's head, and the Rift owns your soul. We clear?
Nate spent his sixteenth birthday shaking, whimpering, and occasionally throwing up into a pot his mom placed beside the bed. She sat beside him, whispering soothingly, resting her hand on his forehead, or the back of his neck, and he couldn't help noticing, more and more as the day wore on, that for the first time in as long as he could remember, her hands didn't feel cold.
She told him about angels. About guardians and wards, and how she met his dad for the first time and looked in his eyes and just knew they'd be together for the rest of their lives. He only half heard most of it, through a haze of pain, but he understood.
She let her wings out to show him - they were small, patterned in shades of brown like a sparrow's. When it was over, he flexed unfamiliar muscles and a pair of wings came into view in his peripheral vision, huge and white and just like you imagined angel's wings in Sunday school. He didn't feel much like an angel. Mostly he just felt empty, like all of a sudden he was missing something he never knew he was meant to had.
And hungry. That too.
His mother went to the kitchen to get something for him to eat, and he followed her, after pulling in his wings and God, that hurt, though she'd told him he'd get used to it. Mat was on the couch, sprawled on his side and watching something on the Disney Channel, but he lifted his head when Nate walked in and dropped tiredly into the armchair. "Are you alright?"
Nate looked over, and met Mat's eyes without thinking, and was a little surprised, a little disappointed, when nothing clicked, nothing changed. When he didn't just know, the way Mom said she did... He shook his head and looked away, shrugging with one shoulder and ignoring how his back ached right where his wings should be. "Yeah. Fine."
Characters/Pairing: Nate, Mat and their mother
Word Count: 336
Rating: G
Summary: Nate's sixteenth birthday sucks... but it could be worse, all things considered.
Notes: Sort of written for
itsproductivity, mostly just because I could. I don't know why.Disclaimer: Nate is mine, Mat is
starletfallen's, Mama Wallace may or may not be in kawaiispinel's head, and the Rift owns your soul. We clear?Nate spent his sixteenth birthday shaking, whimpering, and occasionally throwing up into a pot his mom placed beside the bed. She sat beside him, whispering soothingly, resting her hand on his forehead, or the back of his neck, and he couldn't help noticing, more and more as the day wore on, that for the first time in as long as he could remember, her hands didn't feel cold.
She told him about angels. About guardians and wards, and how she met his dad for the first time and looked in his eyes and just knew they'd be together for the rest of their lives. He only half heard most of it, through a haze of pain, but he understood.
She let her wings out to show him - they were small, patterned in shades of brown like a sparrow's. When it was over, he flexed unfamiliar muscles and a pair of wings came into view in his peripheral vision, huge and white and just like you imagined angel's wings in Sunday school. He didn't feel much like an angel. Mostly he just felt empty, like all of a sudden he was missing something he never knew he was meant to had.
And hungry. That too.
His mother went to the kitchen to get something for him to eat, and he followed her, after pulling in his wings and God, that hurt, though she'd told him he'd get used to it. Mat was on the couch, sprawled on his side and watching something on the Disney Channel, but he lifted his head when Nate walked in and dropped tiredly into the armchair. "Are you alright?"
Nate looked over, and met Mat's eyes without thinking, and was a little surprised, a little disappointed, when nothing clicked, nothing changed. When he didn't just know, the way Mom said she did... He shook his head and looked away, shrugging with one shoulder and ignoring how his back ached right where his wings should be. "Yeah. Fine."