gravity.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he's trying anything and everything to keep himself distracted.]

[accompanied by a stack of computer paper, he's busying himself with the task of making paper airplanes. a coffee table acts as his work bench and already the floor is littered with his creations.]

Comments

[tiny-witch.livejournal.com]

[p-peeking at what he's doing. hi, little girl]

Origami?

[veartette.livejournal.com]

Paper airplanes?

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he glances up.]

Oh. I suppose. Very simple origami, to say the least.

[he holds up another airplane. with a flick of the wrist, he sends it gliding across the room.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Mhm.

[he nods as he folds the wings on another one.]

[tiny-witch.livejournal.com]

Do you know how to make more complicated ones?

[quavering.livejournal.com]

N-Not at all.

[he confesses with a sheepish smile.]

[tiny-witch.livejournal.com]

Can I try?

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[he scoots over to make room for her.]

[veartette.livejournal.com]

Any particular reason you're making them?

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he makes an odd gesture with his hand.]

To keep my mind off of things.

[tiny-witch.livejournal.com]

[sits next to and those little girl hands start working. after a while--

--oh hey, is that a paper lotus flower?]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[way to outshine him, but he's too amazed to care.]

How'd you do that?

[veartette.livejournal.com]

Something bad?

[tiny-witch.livejournal.com]

It's easy! Want to learn?

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Kinda. It's all very stressful.

[sighs right before he sends another airplane towards the ceiling.]

[veartette.livejournal.com]

Is there anything I can do to help?

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Please.

[his smile is small.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[pauses to rub at his eyes.]

... I'm not really sure.

[tiny-witch.livejournal.com]

[she may not be able to summon weapons like the other kids, but she can read people]

Somethin' wrong?

[quavering.livejournal.com]

... don't worry about it.

[he grabs two papers, one for him and one for her.]

Show me?

[tiny-witch.livejournal.com]

...'kay....

[still trying to figure out what's wrong]

It has to be a perfect square...

[veartette.livejournal.com]

...Do you want to talk about it?

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he watches her movements carefully, mimicking them to the best of his ability.]

1/2

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he sets his hand down and stares up at her.]

...

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[sigh.]

I'm just missing someone.