Commission for @chaddiecakes that took entirely too long, hey-oh.
Title from the How to Destroy Angels song.
It was a rare day off for the Lantos household, or specifically the women. Jin took the time to check up on the production and readings at the plant. He trusted Heru to tend to the house, and Tama to – not behave, but just be Tama. While like a sparrow, Tama made her nest; she’d fly back home, coming through the door filthy, askew and completely happy.
Today, her wings were clipped. Heru wanted her to stay inside to help with chores. Tama reacted as expected: put out, frustrated. Why shouldn’t she be allowed outside? Her father let her out all the time. And he liked the mess fine, last she noted. He knew where everything was, how the chaos operated for them both. Why didn’t Heru see that? Everything had its place; Heru insisted on uprooting everything.
Always with the cold logic, always with the reason; never with the heart, never with the instinct.
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