I CAN MOVE MOUNTAINS : CLOWN

Death to them all.

But maybe Miyu can work a miracle.

The events that transpired not too long ago - maybe that should be in its own category, honestly. Not-too-long-ago. It sounded as if it warranted that much. Seriously, exactly how long have he and Andraste pretty much managed to live without having any issues? Fine, more specifically not big issues; mind you, there were always going to be issues when you put a human and a demon against one another. Not the typical ones, because they were siblings and obviously anything that came remotely near a stereotype would kind of shrivel with the void of all hypocrisy, but the ones that were more like stress stress stress where IS she (and, on Andi's part: 'ugh, why won't Miyu leave me ALONE?'), but still. The fact was, how long have they been living together with moderate ease only for last last evening to abruptly blow up into a whole maelstrom of ... things that happened? - still ran over Miyu's mind was confusingly as they had been when he was there living them.

He just couldn't understand it, really. That was the brunt of so many of his frustrations, as was the dirt that he now kicked periodically as he strolled over it, eyes downturned and emotions heavily gloomily warring for dominance; annoyance, bewilderment, irritation, flat out confusion, et cetera. There was, of course, the matter of Andi, and how she was again drifting out of his reach. Miyu was nowhere near the wise, we-know-best parent in those 80s movies where teens ran away from home that shook their heads and scolded you viciously for wanting to live your life and doing things that made you happy. He wasn't even a parent. Was it even physically possible? Even if it was .... now that's something that's never gonna happen. Gah. He's too young for this.

But still - it was just so ... difficult. Why couldn't Andi understand? Why couldn't he understand Andi? The need for escape, freedom, he got that ... but he didn't tether her down. He didn't anything. By all means, he should have been keeping a far tighter eye on her (than he did already, that was) - what sensible person would have let their ten-year-old freely stroll across the streets with razors embedded in her scarf and no cold coverage? And, oh yes, he knew about the scarf. Damn it, Andi, that's dangerous. Maybe it was his fault. He wasn't their parents. He couldn't properly tell her what was right and what was wrong because he, himself, was a demon, and imagine how laughable it would be for him to tell her something like swearing is bad, killing is bad, eating souls is bad, doing drugs is bad ...

It was bad, but he could just hear Andi retorting snarkily, "Yeah, and you?"

She was ten, damn it, but he bent to her every whim. She was ten but she was out, doing these things, swearing and running so dangerously and just risking her very, very human life in a way that was so absolutely mindbogglingly with abandon. It was a thing that had somehow happened once (maybe he'd said yes to something she asked for too dismissively, too easily) and now kept happening - and all Miyu could do was tag along after her from rooftops the nights she sneaked out, blue eyes catching the dim light of the moon for night vision, and hopefully leap down fast enough to fight anyone that tried to go after her. 

'Grraaaagh, I'm not SUPPOSED to be stressing out about these things! I'm a demon, damn it!'

The brunet wildly kicked a rock - immediately wincing back and hopping up to grab his ankle at the pain of how unexpectedly difficult it was, but the split second agony (oh, the burn) died at once when he glanced down at an apparent pile of rocks at which he'd struck out. Wait. Why the heck were those rocks ...

Miyu blinked down at the mini-mountain, slowly dropping his leg and all prior thoughts easing from his mind like no one's business.

... Were those rocks ... painted?

notes clowny herds i'm so sorry for the incredibly unnecessarye rambling - if you want, the only relevant parts are the last few paragraphs!