Distant Memory

Silence befell a certain well-known establishment attached to the dragon bend upon the peak of midnight. Dwelling within was the self-proclaimed Stage Master, content on the couch he labeled as his own, lazily laying on his back lost in his own thoughts. The Altalar's eyes curled to a close as he reflected on his life, memories gliding by as if they had been formed just this morning.

Writers notes.
I made this thread so I can write up little short stories of Llomaro's memory for my own enjoyment & maybe others should they wish to peak in now & then... So yeah, I'll update this every so often when I have the inspiration to write up another memory, thanks for reading.

 

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Dwelling within his own room seated a youthful Llomaro, carefully running the thread he wielded in his hand through the button-eye of his teddy bear 'Dolly'. The boy was swiftly interrupted by his door swinging open, his gaze being met with his visually infuriated Father & his little sister, smugly standing behind him.
"What do you think you're doing? You're supposed to be working!" The father of four growled towards the meek boy, having given the boy ample time to respond though he was met with silence & a terrified stare. Llomaro's father stormed forth, lashing out to swipe the bear from the boy's hands.
"You're getting closer to adulthood and here you are still playing with toys! What is wrong with you?!" The man's voice boomed, causing Llomaro to succumb to a stifled sob, such a display seeming to only further aggravate his father. The Altalar boy's head dipped as his father fell quiet for a moment, yet again having expected a response yet there was nothing.
"This needs to end, get your damn work done." His father huffed, ripping the threads attaching the bears head to its shoulders with a single tug, allowing the stuffing to dribble upon the floor as he took his exit, slamming the door shut behind him.​