If you are hallucinating things, maybe it’s time you go to sleep for the night.” She felt slightly ill, and the warmth of the flames wasn’t reaching her quickly enough. As innocuous as the words seemed, something about them made her blinking still and her heart sink. Perhaps that symphony of simple sounds was what he meant?Ījax turned his head and stared towards her with wide eyes, gleaming in the firelight. Wind whistled against the walls of their house, and slowly-accumulating snow caused creaks that beat in time with the crackling of the small fire she’d kept up for the night. Truly, all she could hear were the sounds of the storm outside. His mother tilted her head, fabric slacking in her grip as it was ignored in favor of the bright-haired boy observing the cold outside with rapt attention.
He stuck his face right against the glass, looking eagerly out as his breath fogged up the view again, causing him to scrunch his face and stick out his tongue, wiping with his sleeve again. “I want to see what’s making the music, mama!”įinally managing to secure a spot by the sill where he only wobbled a little, the usually shy boy shouted as he wiped his sleeve across the frosty window. “What is it, my little prince?” she asked, looking fondly at the boy clambering onto scratched and aged furniture to search through the thick glass. As he went to look out the window for the source of the noises, his mother looked up from her candle-lit knitting project curiously.
Young, naive, and sheltered in his cozy fishing village, he was only intrigued by the light chimes and sharp dinging that rustled through the window of his small home. The first time Ajax heard the bells, he must’ve been only five or six. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 49315 Chapters: 11/? Comments: 46 Kudos: 482 Bookmarks: 99 Hits: 7889
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