A Character Short #1

Author's Note/WARNING: This is meant to only be a glance into at character's perspective, not meant to be an extended scene. This scene is meant to build a relationship, though brief, between character and reader. Also please note that as the Author I do not always agree with what my characters feel/think/do, they are not a manifestation nor extention of my wants rather they are practically their own people with their own opinions. If something my character says or does bothers you please remember it does NOT reflect me as a person. Thank you and have a nice day.


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Quintus Short #1

The hot summer, sun burns at pale skin and crimson eyes squint in the harsh light. Despite being mostly species from a planet shrouded in darkness, the young dark haired boy isn't too put off from the bright sun. Actually since he grew up on a planet that has a day and night cycle he seems to get around just fine even in hot summer weather. His small, triangular ebony horns peeking out from his tufts of raven making the hair around it almost look like dark charcoal beside them.

The boy smiles to himself as he walks down a busy, small city street, his wings out for a stretch since returning home from vacationing with his mother's parents. His grandparents are rather strict, even more so than his are, but that doesn't mean that either place is at all relaxing. And, well, maybe saying his parents are strict is putting it wrong. Its not that his parents are too harsh its that his mother is far too demanding in this day and age.

A tiny ache from his wings makes he frown his thoughts. Because his mother had been raised by his grandparents and he's more than glad his mom is his mom and not his grandmother. Honestly that woman couldn't seem to settle for any form of middle ground. It was always “you're not bearer like” or “skirts aren't meant to be bunched up, be more dignified”. Honestly that was it mostly “be more dignified”, her favorite sentence. Which, thinking on it, actually makes his mother's “Quintus, you're supposed to be a bearer, honestly, act like one”seem almost like a childish whine in comparison. 

Speaking of his mother, his phone vibrates in his pocket letting out a high pitched shrieking sound as it does. Wincing a little he pulls the device out and sighs. Sadly its actually his mother so he answers it with a gentle and polite smile as the camera picks him up, the video call starting.

“Quintus Nanami! Where are you?” His mother sounds cross, her eyes boring holes into her son a crossed the video chat. “You were supposed to be home an hour ago to get ready! The Sinclairs are here already and their son only has a short time to visit you know!”

Of course the first thing out of his mother's mouth was about guests and impressions and other such things he would rather not bother himself with. Looking at his work out sweats slung almost low on his hips and his somewhat clinging from wetness tank, he shrugs, “Hey. He's an athlete, right? Betcha he'll totally dig the just got in from a run look.” Of course at the glare he receives he sighs. “I'll head home now and come in through the ba-”

“Good,” His mother snaps at him, her own red eyes almost hurt despite the fact she cut off her son. “Hurry up. You're far too late as it is!” And with that she hangs up leaving Quintus with a thick silence that he only breaks after a few seconds with a sigh.

“Love you too, Mother. Bye...” His sarcasm is nearing bland, but he turns and runs home. Best not to make his mother anymore upset with him than she already is...