Monday, June 22nd, 2020
-4:52 pm
Summary |
tears
Warnings |
this isnt romantic
hints at abuse
Emile sat there silently, the gentle tick and tock of the clock the only sound, until he noticed the tears sliding down Virgils cheek, too fast for the young boy to catch.
Virgil was a foster child, his parents died in a tragic accident two years prior, Virgil was now seven. He had several speach impeddiments and was diagonised with anixiety. Emile checked in with foster children and made sure everything was alright. He occasionaly fostered some.
"T-the Harts are mean," Virgil stuttered, pulling on his striped sleeves. "Mr. Hart hits me a-and yells at me, and he doesn't l-let me do things with his kids," Virgil wipes his eyes. "C-Can you find me new foster parents?" Emile nodded quicker then Virgil could compherend, scribbling on his clipboard before tossing it aside and moving forward, wiping the tears away.
"I'll find you a good family,"
Emile had tried to adopt Virgil, to his suprise it worked, he was going to pick him up now.
"Hey, V-Man!" He brought the frozen drink, a frozen strawberry lemonade, Virgils favorite, and the plushie, a hand crotched spider with mix-matched eyes, to the young boy. "I found you a good family,"
