You didn't know what to think of him when your father brought him home. An exotic little orphan boy that was going to be staying with you from now on. He was odd. Very quiet and eccentric. He mostly kept to himself...

Your father liked him well enough...He took him off the streets after all, your brother despised him and beat up on him whenever eyes were turned away...but you...began to take to him.

He made a good playmate. You two matched eachother's roughness...You two could spend all day out at the Moors and he was fine with it. And he didn't like you in dresses with curls in your hair.

Overtime he withdrew. Your brother was cruel to him and he grew to despise your neighbors too...It seemed that everyone else in the world mocked and berated him...So he cling to you more tightly.

He always wanted to play with you. Always wanted to be near you. Brought you things, whispered secrets...

Right now your brother is out and parents asleep...You and your little playmate have found a moment of silence. He lays his head of black glossy curls on your lap and wraps his arms around your waist as you sit in your chair by the fire and he look up at you with tired coal black eyes...Utterly devoted and deseprate...And so silent.