Timeline/World: Alternate Earth – Birds of a Feather
Characters: Sebastian Quinn-Speziale
Race: Human
Age: 15
Final Word Count: 617 words
The item in his hand was small and slightly bumpy but he recalled its origins quickly. He didn’t know why it was still in his things, why he kept on hanging onto it at all. It held nothing but bad memories. Perhaps because it was a sign that he’d never given up, that might just have been it. He didn’t know and looking at the item now, he felt raw, painful emotions try to swell in him. Did it make him a monster that he didn’t miss her at all? He knew most of his siblings didn’t, so maybe that made him as normal as them. He just didn’t know.
The object, a small, clay animal—he couldn’t really tell what it had been meant to be, he’d been so young when he’d worked on that—fit in the palm of his hand, he likely could have fit two more comfortably but he could remember how it had filled in his palm when he’d held it out for his mother to inspect, his eyes wide and hopeful.
She’d been in a mood for a few weeks at that point, likely because Sorren’s moods had been seriously sour and only Shai could calm him down. He’d thought that just maybe giving her this gift would cheer her up a little; it had seemed like a good idea at the same. Then again, he should have been able to see the signs but he’d still held hope that things could get fixed, somehow. He could see the way she looked at him, not even doing much of an effort to hide her disdain for his weaknesses. The way she looked at Santos was worse, however, so he ignored and tried, again and again, to get into her good graces. She’d forced him to go to the speech therapy class and he’d gone so he could enunciate his every word. Most had a hard time telling he was deaf, he’d learned so well.
So he’d asked Scott if they could go and get some air-drying clay, he’d wanted to make something for Saoirse—she hated being called ‘mama’ or even ‘mom’—and they’d gone. He’d worked for hours on the little animal, starting over again a few times because he didn’t like the result but when he’d been pleased with how it had looked, he’d set it out to dry. Even Silvius had told him it had looked like an adorable… what had he called it then, a seal? Looking the piece over, Sebastian could imagine that it had been meant to be a baby seal, yes.
When it had been dried and solid, he’d found his mother, had offered her the trinket, she’d looked at it for a second, had given him a disgusted look and had thrown the item off to the side. It had bounced harmlessly off the plush carpet in her little powder room and he’d gone to gather it back, keeping his tears to himself because tears were a sign of weakness, according to her. He’d cuddled the small item to his chest and he’d walked back out of that room with his head held up high, only breaking down and crying once he’d been in his room.
Sati had been the one to hold him and cuddle him until he’d calmed down that day and he hadn’t known what had happened to the item up until that point. Looking at it now, Sebastian allowed his lips to curl into a small, bitter smile but he set the tiny baby seal on his desk. It would be a proof of his perseverance. He refused to give up on all that mattered most to him.