She ran her hands over the wrinkles in the bottom half of her dress, it was grey and light brown mix of a 1800's dress. She tugged on the long sleeves before picking up her umbrella. Babylon almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a knock on the door of her room. Ethan's voice came from the other side, "Come to the ball room Babylon." Babylon stiffened and nodded to herself, grabbing part of her dress to keep her from tripping, and opened the door, heading down stairs. Her hand felt hot against the contrasting cold of the stair rails. Elegant eerie piano music filled her spacious house. She looked around, had anyone, woman, man, or child stepped foot into her home they would have thought they stepped into a fairy tale, a castle. But to her it was nothing but an empty place. High golden ceilings painted to artistic perfection, gold and red tapestry and large narrow windows.
When Babylon finally reached the end of the stair case the light dimmed a tad, and Ethan stood at the center of the room, his hands upon the shoulders of a young man. The young man looked barely a day over twenty. He had dark red eyes, shaped like slightly rounder almonds, and pale skin. He wore a suit, his white hair was long and tied back into a pony tail, that just happened to look like hers, but shorter. Babylon was at a loss for words. "Ethan.. is.. that.."
She was choking up, she could barely form words as she looked over the boy that stood before her, her eyes pricked with tears, a hand flying up to her mouth, her lips quivering. "Our son." Ethan said, looking at the expression on his wife's face. He'd never seen her like this. It was a different sort of sadness that she'd often expressed. It was joyful burst of tears, yes. That's why it was so new to him, he had never seen Babylon cry tears of joy.
Babylon took a tentative step towards her son, a hand extended as she touched his face with her skin colored glove. He did not lean into her touch, but Babylon was far too overwhelmed by her emotions to notice. "Nathaniel... you look so much like your father." Nathaniel's eyes looked down at her, he was taller than she was, but still shorter than his father. "I always wondered if you had red eyes. It was the only explanation to why I'd have such an abomination." his voice was cold and distant, nothing like the son that should have embraced his own mother. "E-Excuse me?" Babylon stuttered. She had not been prepared for that. Hell, the poor woman hadn't been prepared to see her son in the first place, let alone expect such a remark after only seeing him after his birth and never since.
"My red eyes," stated Nathaniel, "they are an abomination to someone who could eventually take on the position of an angel." Babylon's own eyes widened as she took a step back, her heart pounded in disbelief, "You.. you are not happy to see me?" She should have seen it coming, the rejection that was a total possibility.
When Babylon finally reached the end of the stair case the light dimmed a tad, and Ethan stood at the center of the room, his hands upon the shoulders of a young man. The young man looked barely a day over twenty. He had dark red eyes, shaped like slightly rounder almonds, and pale skin. He wore a suit, his white hair was long and tied back into a pony tail, that just happened to look like hers, but shorter. Babylon was at a loss for words. "Ethan.. is.. that.."
She was choking up, she could barely form words as she looked over the boy that stood before her, her eyes pricked with tears, a hand flying up to her mouth, her lips quivering. "Our son." Ethan said, looking at the expression on his wife's face. He'd never seen her like this. It was a different sort of sadness that she'd often expressed. It was joyful burst of tears, yes. That's why it was so new to him, he had never seen Babylon cry tears of joy.
Babylon took a tentative step towards her son, a hand extended as she touched his face with her skin colored glove. He did not lean into her touch, but Babylon was far too overwhelmed by her emotions to notice. "Nathaniel... you look so much like your father." Nathaniel's eyes looked down at her, he was taller than she was, but still shorter than his father. "I always wondered if you had red eyes. It was the only explanation to why I'd have such an abomination." his voice was cold and distant, nothing like the son that should have embraced his own mother. "E-Excuse me?" Babylon stuttered. She had not been prepared for that. Hell, the poor woman hadn't been prepared to see her son in the first place, let alone expect such a remark after only seeing him after his birth and never since.
"My red eyes," stated Nathaniel, "they are an abomination to someone who could eventually take on the position of an angel." Babylon's own eyes widened as she took a step back, her heart pounded in disbelief, "You.. you are not happy to see me?" She should have seen it coming, the rejection that was a total possibility.