Post by QUENTIN BLACKWOOD on Jul 19, 2016 23:02:39 GMT -6
how long will you be afraid
adjusting was hard, especially when it involved family. for most of his life, quentin had been absent from the blackwoods, removed from their contact entirely. he knew very little about the powerful wiccans everyone spoke of, mostly due to his mother's own fears. she never mentioned much about tate, only stating the fact that he was quentin's biological father. even so, blood meant very little when it came to loved ones. whether he had any say in the matter or not, tate seemed pretty unmoved by his son's absence. then again, the man did have an overwhelmingly large number of children, which might have made the situation worse. it was like drifting in the middle of an ocean, lost among the endless miles of water. in no way was quentin seeking out attention, in fact, he rather disliked the idea of being near his father. he didn't know the man, and in his own mind, tate blackwood wanted nothing to do with him. besides, why bother with some damaged kid? surely he had a handful of offspring that could actually make him proud. if it weren't for genevieve, quentin would have stayed away.
of course, the boy was naive in thinking that he could tackle such a threat by himself. he didn't want to involve anyone else, especially after what happened to his mother. whatever they wanted, it was clear that quentin possessed it. at least, that's what he got out of the whole situation. why else would he have been taken? he couldn't understand the sudden need, what could they ever possibly want from him? it's not like the kid had any control over... well, whatever his abilities were, if he even had any, other than seeing the spirits of those passed. regardless, he had no power over them. they controlled every advantage, hell, the spirits could even physically harm him. what sort of help could he be to anyone? those born of blackwood blood were often known for their powerful abilities, but maybe quentin was the only exception... maybe that was the reasoning behind tate's apparent disappointment.
one of the downsides to staying in the blackwood estate? the manor was always filled with multiple people. despite the building's massive size, there was hardly anywhere that he could be alone. he didn't fit in, and that was only growing more obvious the longer he was around them. standing out was something that quentin had gotten used to, especially having grown up in a small town that was severely lacking in the supernatural. not to mention his little problem with seeing the dead. the kids at school always got a kick out of that, referring to him as the schizophrenic, or just simply insane. he learned to ignore them, something far easily done with mortals, than the spirits that continuously chose to haunt him. so, rather than try to blend in with his unknown family members, quentin chose to sneak out one of the many doors. it was hard to get away, being that genevieve had developed a habit of keeping close watch of him. she must have been tied up with something else, given that she wasn't currently following his trail. wandering out into the garden, quentin sat with his back against one of the trees. pulling his legs to his chest, he crossed his arms upon his knees, forehead resting against his arms as he covered his face from the sunlight.
of course, the boy was naive in thinking that he could tackle such a threat by himself. he didn't want to involve anyone else, especially after what happened to his mother. whatever they wanted, it was clear that quentin possessed it. at least, that's what he got out of the whole situation. why else would he have been taken? he couldn't understand the sudden need, what could they ever possibly want from him? it's not like the kid had any control over... well, whatever his abilities were, if he even had any, other than seeing the spirits of those passed. regardless, he had no power over them. they controlled every advantage, hell, the spirits could even physically harm him. what sort of help could he be to anyone? those born of blackwood blood were often known for their powerful abilities, but maybe quentin was the only exception... maybe that was the reasoning behind tate's apparent disappointment.
one of the downsides to staying in the blackwood estate? the manor was always filled with multiple people. despite the building's massive size, there was hardly anywhere that he could be alone. he didn't fit in, and that was only growing more obvious the longer he was around them. standing out was something that quentin had gotten used to, especially having grown up in a small town that was severely lacking in the supernatural. not to mention his little problem with seeing the dead. the kids at school always got a kick out of that, referring to him as the schizophrenic, or just simply insane. he learned to ignore them, something far easily done with mortals, than the spirits that continuously chose to haunt him. so, rather than try to blend in with his unknown family members, quentin chose to sneak out one of the many doors. it was hard to get away, being that genevieve had developed a habit of keeping close watch of him. she must have been tied up with something else, given that she wasn't currently following his trail. wandering out into the garden, quentin sat with his back against one of the trees. pulling his legs to his chest, he crossed his arms upon his knees, forehead resting against his arms as he covered his face from the sunlight.