 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
Damien sighed inwardly and sat down on the arm rest of Isobel's chair. "It's complicated," he said. Which was true, everything about his life was complicated, rediculous and completely unbelieveable. He hadn't mentioned anything to anyone; Matty and Treyen included. He only had very few close friends at this point, so would it be his total downfall if he began talking about it with someone?
Truth be told, if he were to talk to anyone about what his life was like, he'd want to talk with Isobel about it. She calmed him down; made him feel safe, secure and actually wanted. Not that he didn't get that with his Aunt in Ireland, because he did. His Aunt loved him and he knew it every day since he can remember...
Love.
Something else he wasn't familiar with...
But what was beside the point.
Damien sighed out loud this time. "It's complicated Isobe," he repeated. "I'm not exactly sure I know where or ... how to explain it to you." |