Limitless

At the golden hours of sunset with its glowing airs sealed to the atmosphere, a banging rage was felt dancing through the sky. Dressed up in weeping sorrow, in a wind of sour taste. At the sidewalls in the living room, Aaron faced his elder brother. Eyes locked into Aaron's, charged with a daunting look, the dread didn't spare an ounce of Aaron's face. His brother had a clenched jaw with an overall expression of arrogance and simmering anger. A blow crushed Aaron's shoulder– sharp as shattered ice. Prompting a splitting scream tearing through the air. Something of a flock of birds with their fierce swings in the yawning skies. His brother named Nill Standall was very much impulsive and blamed it on Aaron for the fact that he couldn't terminate the chores left over on that very day. A motive hidden and so well distorted– the truth was simple jealousy towards his adopted brother, Aaron. A reality dressed up in superiority and well scented with responsibility imposed on to his brother's shoulders. A lie tucked in his trousers like some useless unrequited gadget. Very much prompted to pull out the light off Aaron's shimmering eyes– a clear depiction of his inner layers woven in innocence, carved out of strength, despite the challenge. Nill couldn't stand how their parents' eyes stared at their last child. Shining reverence granted to the youngest child. A light smell of apathy built up against the estranged child. Though it was a common custom to sooth the youngest in buttery and delicate pats. This was nothing new for Aaron who was used to being treated this dramatic way and didn't feel very secure with his elder brother, nor did he understand his elder brother's ways. He was quite on the lookout for anyone with whom he could ever feel better. A call out for a pretty young mind in distress. The rest of the brothers came out of their respective rooms to know what the screams were all about. Made some light comments which Aaron found meaningless. "Why do you love threatening that little one that way, cut him some slack?slack" said Asher. The bedroom door clicked closed– another battle surrendered. Nill's reasons for treating Aaron that way was understood though not supported by his brothers. An atmosphere strained with long dealt issues of this kind. For which the brothers didn't necessarily find the strength to stand against. So Aaron just did the best he could to complete the house chores as fast as he could. Aaron was used to being misunderstood in the household with his elder brothers showing little to no concern. Could be caught back in time, where Aaron was scolded despite his chores done. He was asked for more to be done by his eldest, beyond the initial chores assigned to him. Aaron loved dancing and so felt inclined to move his heartbeat to the rhythm of the dancing floor, crying out his sizzling pain to the shivering skies. Meltdowns baked in ice cold ovens. Taints of sorrow stuck to his alley of hope. Faint but hollow void to his inner walls. Cold rants poured off, seemingly unbothered. Old play struck to his inner turmoils. He was much of a sailor on his daunting pirate journey. Aaron was the youngest boy among numerous family members including his parents, three brothers and the grandmother who stayed home most of the time. All within his foster family. Aaron had a particular relationship with his grandma though she rarely interfered in the brothers' troubles for personal reasons. As pretty reserved as he was, Aaron never felt secure enough to speak out his troubles to his parents. Coupled to the fact that they were rarely available. But at least he could find refuge in his grandmother's arms. His grandmother was named Kimia Bolt, though the children called her "Moma". Moma was a quite tall lady with gentle and deep set eyes, with her grizzled hair dancing loose in the air. On some specific occasion, Moma did scold her grandson Nill due to the exasperation she felt about his insisting cruelty towards this specific younger brother of his. The straw that broke the camel's back Moma was down for putting her grandson in his place, revealing a cold expression, a sudden c***k through the ice. Her voice tone which never left anyone at home indifferent. As for Moma, the issues were never too hot to handle. She kept it away from their parents 'cause she thought it was better to let the grown-ups be able to sort out their differences all alone. So she rather left the issues to their owners, with great detachment. Unshaken by the storms of existence, selfhood ever preserved. Though she prompted her younger boy to be able to speak for himself