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...Few months have passed since his family retrieved him from Alvern's home. He was gone a mere few days when they heeded his disappearance from the cabin and searched for him. Rodimus, Rin's coatala, managed to successfully track him down and informed the family about his location. A wave of relief washed over the family knowing that Savio was somewhere safe, and with a trusted friend. They were relieved even more when they saw that he was eating again, a problem they were trying to help him with after the incident occured.

After awhile everything was fine. But the spiky wyngling still refused to make a single eye contact with his family, let alone interact with them. His mother especially, whom he still blames himself for that horrific incident that transpired that night costing her own leg...

If only he didn't follow her. If only things were different. If only... his presence alone didn't cause these events to happen.

...Only been a few months. He still can't even look at them...

The loud tick-tock from the clock echoed through the dark living room. Savio was curled up watching time slowly pass on the clock. He's been doing this ever since his return. Not doing anything other than watch time pass him by feels like it would be the only way to not cause any more trouble than he already has. Staying in one place doing practically nothing seems to be working. So he thinks... This has only raised more concern among his family as they continued to have difficulties doing what they can to help lift his mood. Every single attempt has failed...

Although not succesful, they refused to give up on him. Especially the father, whom Savio was the closest to.

"Savi" a gentle voice called out to the wyngling. He recognized that it was his father's voice that called to him. Still, he did not take his gaze off the clock. His father steadily approached his son with a couple of items in his hand of what seems to be a pencil and a piece of paper. Savio's writing has improved to the extent that his handwriting is legible enough to read. This has, for now, been the only way for Savi to convey his thoughts due to his inability to form coherent speeches yet.

"Savio" His tone cracked calling his son's name. He along with the rest of the family have been gravely worried over Savio ever since his return. He layed out the paper and pencil in front of the curled up wyngling and sat on his knees before him, speaking up in a soft and gentle tone. "Savio... We've been worried about you, son. Your mother, your big brother- I've also been worried about you. We all are. I want to hear- to know what's on your mind, my son. As a father I want to help you in any way I can..." He motioned to the pencil and paper that he left in front of him.

Savio knit his eyebrows as he listens to every word his father spoke. His mother and brother would attempt to communicate with him similar to what his father is doing, but he could never bring himself to look at either one. Yet his father... there's something different whenever his father tries to speak with him... The crimson eyes that were filled with sorrow gazed up at the blue male. He slowly picked his body up, grabbed the pencil, and with a deadpan expression directed his attention to the blank filled paper.

He hesitantly began to write down his thoughts...

"It's all my fault, papa. This family suffers a lot because of me. Big brother hurt you and mama because of me. Auntie left us, possibly because of me. Mama's leg is gone because of me. Then I hurt you and everyone else, papa. I didn't leave anything behind to tell anyone where I was going...

I'd never leave you guys. I... I know that Mama hates me. She hates me because she lost her leg because of me. It feels like I'm the reason why everyone gets hurt in this family, papa... That's why I wanted to be away for a little. But instead I... caused more pain... I continue to... hurt my own family...

I never... meant to... hurt any... of you... I was just... just...."

Savio came to a hault. His hand was frozen above the paper. Unable to finish his final thoughts, chunks of tears fell on the paper smudging the writing. The arm that held the pencil in his grip trembled. His mouth began to quiver, more tears rushed out of his eyes dropping on to the paper. Jaime's ears fell back at the sight of his trembling son shed tears. He gently removed the pencil out of his grip placing it away from him. He gingerly picked him up pressing him against his neck fluff, arms gently wrapped around him. Jaime caressed his back to soothe him...

There was nothing but silence in the room as Jaime let Savio sob into his fluff. Then, something broke the silence...

"I-I..." a small weak voice tried to speak up. Jaime... was not familiar with this voice at all. He gazed down at his tearful son, his eyes widened when he realized...

"I-I'm s-s-sorry... papa... For everything..."

Jaime's ears gradually rose in astonishment. Savio has been unable to speak until now... Jaime's grip tightened around Savio in a manner of that he refuses to ever let go of him. He already had one son leave him before, he doesn't want that to happen again. Not again. Never again...

"Papa..." Savio uttered weakly. "I... love you, papa..."

Jaime felt like he wanted to cry. Hearing his son speaking for the first time practically made him tear up. It made him relieved that he can finally talk. He held his son closer to his chest, nuzzling into his forehead.

"I love you too, Savio..."

Been meaning to pick up where I left off after this happened . Ended up having it on hold until I was able getting back around to it.

Jaime (c) KASAnimation
Savio belongs to me

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Description
...Few months have passed since his family retrieved him from Alvern's home. He was gone a mere few days when they heeded his disappearance from the cabin and searched for him. Rodimus, Rin's coatala, managed to successfully track him down and informed the family about his location. A wave of relief washed over the family knowing that Savio was somewhere safe, and with a trusted friend. They were relieved even more when they saw that he was eating again, a problem they were trying to help him with after the incident occured.

After awhile everything was fine. But the spiky wyngling still refused to make a single eye contact with his family, let alone interact with them. His mother especially, whom he still blames himself for that horrific incident that transpired that night costing her own leg...

If only he didn't follow her. If only things were different. If only... his presence alone didn't cause these events to happen.

...Only been a few months. He still can't even look at them...

The loud tick-tock from the clock echoed through the dark living room. Savio was curled up watching time slowly pass on the clock. He's been doing this ever since his return. Not doing anything other than watch time pass him by feels like it would be the only way to not cause any more trouble than he already has. Staying in one place doing practically nothing seems to be working. So he thinks... This has only raised more concern among his family as they continued to have difficulties doing what they can to help lift his mood. Every single attempt has failed...

Although not succesful, they refused to give up on him. Especially the father, whom Savio was the closest to.

"Savi" a gentle voice called out to the wyngling. He recognized that it was his father's voice that called to him. Still, he did not take his gaze off the clock. His father steadily approached his son with a couple of items in his hand of what seems to be a pencil and a piece of paper. Savio's writing has improved to the extent that his handwriting is legible enough to read. This has, for now, been the only way for Savi to convey his thoughts due to his inability to form coherent speeches yet.

"Savio" His tone cracked calling his son's name. He along with the rest of the family have been gravely worried over Savio ever since his return. He layed out the paper and pencil in front of the curled up wyngling and sat on his knees before him, speaking up in a soft and gentle tone. "Savio... We've been worried about you, son. Your mother, your big brother- I've also been worried about you. We all are. I want to hear- to know what's on your mind, my son. As a father I want to help you in any way I can..." He motioned to the pencil and paper that he left in front of him.

Savio knit his eyebrows as he listens to every word his father spoke. His mother and brother would attempt to communicate with him similar to what his father is doing, but he could never bring himself to look at either one. Yet his father... there's something different whenever his father tries to speak with him... The crimson eyes that were filled with sorrow gazed up at the blue male. He slowly picked his body up, grabbed the pencil, and with a deadpan expression directed his attention to the blank filled paper.

He hesitantly began to write down his thoughts...

"It's all my fault, papa. This family suffers a lot because of me. Big brother hurt you and mama because of me. Auntie left us, possibly because of me. Mama's leg is gone because of me. Then I hurt you and everyone else, papa. I didn't leave anything behind to tell anyone where I was going...

I'd never leave you guys. I... I know that Mama hates me. She hates me because she lost her leg because of me. It feels like I'm the reason why everyone gets hurt in this family, papa... That's why I wanted to be away for a little. But instead I... caused more pain... I continue to... hurt my own family...

I never... meant to... hurt any... of you... I was just... just...."

Savio came to a hault. His hand was frozen above the paper. Unable to finish his final thoughts, chunks of tears fell on the paper smudging the writing. The arm that held the pencil in his grip trembled. His mouth began to quiver, more tears rushed out of his eyes dropping on to the paper. Jaime's ears fell back at the sight of his trembling son shed tears. He gently removed the pencil out of his grip placing it away from him. He gingerly picked him up pressing him against his neck fluff, arms gently wrapped around him. Jaime caressed his back to soothe him...

There was nothing but silence in the room as Jaime let Savio sob into his fluff. Then, something broke the silence...

"I-I..." a small weak voice tried to speak up. Jaime... was not familiar with this voice at all. He gazed down at his tearful son, his eyes widened when he realized...

"I-I'm s-s-sorry... papa... For everything..."

Jaime's ears gradually rose in astonishment. Savio has been unable to speak until now... Jaime's grip tightened around Savio in a manner of that he refuses to ever let go of him. He already had one son leave him before, he doesn't want that to happen again. Not again. Never again...

"Papa..." Savio uttered weakly. "I... love you, papa..."

Jaime felt like he wanted to cry. Hearing his son speaking for the first time practically made him tear up. It made him relieved that he can finally talk. He held his son closer to his chest, nuzzling into his forehead.

"I love you too, Savio..."

Been meaning to pick up where I left off after this happened . Ended up having it on hold until I was able getting back around to it.

Jaime (c) KASAnimation
Savio belongs to me

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