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kharon - Kerberos - 04-07-2017 Father? Oh. Oh holy shit. Right, yeah. So I didn't just cart my sexy ass across the water and into this bitchin’ island to make good with Lacey. I mean, I did. But I also had a question to ask her. One that, I’m gonna go out on a limb here, was just answered by a quiet little voice in my head. Not being one to struggle with a case of the crazy, I’m assuming I didn't just get hit with a fun new voice in my head all my own, particularly not a curious little boy voice calling me daddy. Well, father. Which is somehow...bigger. Right. Hey there, I think back at him, going for casual and nonchalant and loud enough to be heard. You here on the island? You want to maybe meet me somewhere? Near the water, maybe that sweet little cove on the east side? I could be there in a few minutes, if you're interested. You’ll know me when you see me. Shiny, metal, covered in purple and whatnot. I’d mention the sexy as hell bit, but it seems a touch inappropriate talking to my kid and all. So shiny and purple will have to do. RE: kharon - Kharon - 04-16-2017 RE: kharon - Kerberos - 04-21-2017 Okay. Meeting my kid, not really the time to be dwelling on his mom, or whether I’d fucked up hardcore with that last move, or how I’d hurt her trying to fix the way I’d already hurt her. Fuck. Yep, definitely need to put that out of my head and focus on a really big moment. So I take a deep breath, and I do something I do really damn well. I put it in a little box in my head labeled Kirby, you’re a dumbass, and I lock it up tight so I can give my full attention to meeting my son. My very first, my only. Oh hell unless--well my only for the moment. I did just bang his mom at a time when a baby sibling could be pretty likely. Hey, son, nice to meet you. How do you feel about the prospect of being a big brother? Real fuckin’ smooth, Kirb. Before I can kick myself too hard for my astonishing lack of ability to think ahead, he’s sneaking out of the thick jungley foliage and grinning up at me with a face that’s so much like mine it hurts in this amazing, chest-expanding, breath-stealing way I can’t even begin to explain. “Well shit, you’re gorgeous.” I almost miss the bit where he can see me in his mom’s head sometimes, caught up in the sight of this glorious little miniature version of me, minus the weight of iron binding him to the earth, and with the addition of a couple of magnificent wings to lift him up into the sky. Almost, I almost miss it. Then the implication sets in, because sometimes I’m not an idiot. Only sometimes. “You...you can, huh?” Shit. Shit, that can’t be good. His mom can’t possibly have good memories of me, I know what I put her through. “If...well fuck. If you want to talk about what you see there, you ask me, okay? I’ll answer you honestly. Even if I don’t like it, I’ll always tell you the truth.” Oh well holy damn. Kid’s full of surprises. Twins. “Kylin, huh? That’s a pretty name. She looks like you? Like me?” And just like that, my cringe at the thought of him seeing what I did to his mom is turning into something disturbingly resembling a dopey grin. “I can’t wait to meet her. And hey. No. Hold on a minute there, kiddo. That superpower brain of yours isn’t a bad thing. It’s a gift. Just like your awesome wings. And yeah, I love running on the water. Your sis must’ve gotten that from me. Which is pretty damn cool. I can also make things out of the same metal I’m made of. Reach into the earth and call it out to play, or pull it from myself if I need to. That and the water, those’re my gifts. I tilt my head, looking at him with a serious expression my face isn’t much accustomed to. “Your mind’s just like that. It’s not good or bad by itself. It’s what you do with it that makes it good or bad. If you steal things out of people’s heads and use those things to hurt them on purpose? That’d be bad. Using it to say hey to your old man? Sounds pretty damn good to me, kid. Oh. Hey. You didn’t tell me your name.” RE: kharon - Kharon - 04-23-2017 RE: kharon - Kerberos - 05-05-2017 “I think I don’t know the difference. So I keep it to myself, like a secret. And I pretend I can’t do it at all.” Oh. Ah hell, yeah, I know what he means, too. That whole good versus bad thing, it’s a tricky one. Takes time to learn, and you don’t always figure shit out as fast as you like. “Yeah. I guess I don’t worry a whole lot about it, to be honest. What’s good, what’s not. More now than I did when I was your age, that’s for sure. You figure it out as you go, mostly, or at least that’s how it was for me. If you’ve ever got questions about that, and your gut can’t answer ‘em for you, you can ask me, ‘kay, son? Or I mean you can ask your mom. Maybe she’d be better at that sort of thing, have a better answer. Either way, we’re here for you, yeah? “And of course, son. Of course I’ll keep your secret. It’s yours to tell, not mine.” And it makes me all squishy and melty on the inside, that he trusts me with it, that we have a secret. Kind of makes me want to share a secret too, except I don’t really have any. Kind of a blurt it all out guy, saying whatever comes to mind without thinking if it was a good idea or not. So instead, I pull iron out of the earth, shape it into...hmm. I look the kid over, tilting my head a bit just so to consider him. The way he smiled when I called him gorgeous. The way he called the three of us beautiful, him and me and Kylin. Okay, yeah. I can work with that, can make him something shiny and fabulous to draw the eye and celebrate his magnificence. Something graceful and strong, to drape around his neck, across his chest. Maybe even to rest between those gorgeous wings of his. For now, while I’m imagining it into life, I just pull a little extra iron into myself, subtly bulking out just enough to absorb the extra metal. Kharon, his name is Kharon. “Good, strong name, that. Well, it’s damn nice to meet you, Kharon. I’m Kerberos, did I say that already? I think maybe I did, but who even knows? Kind of a moot point, I guess, since it’s not often you’ll need to use it. Also Kirby, people call me that, but I like Kerberos better.” I pause, tilting my head and thinking for a moment. “You said Reilly? I might know him. Big guy, built, redhead, mostly white everywhere else? Got a gift for - well, you’re a kid, probably his party skills are a little age inappropriate or whatever, huh? Anyhow, thanks for telling me. But you know, it’d be okay if it was like that. If they were together. He’s a good guy, and smokin’ hot, and - right, damn, things I shouldn’t say to a kid. Balls. Look, my point is it’s all good, either way. Unrelated, d’you want a present?” And then I pulled that extra iron out of myself, shaped it into some kickass jewelry for my kiddo, and grinned, waiting to see how he’d react to his new bling. Which just sorta took shape already on him, flowed off of me and drew on that mental blueprint I’d been working on and put itself together around Kharon’s neck. RE: kharon - Kharon - 05-16-2017 kharon Father seemed so wise, even when he was admitting that even he wasn't sure what was right and wrong sometimes. It sounded like a tricky thing, really. Kharon certainly hadn't been very good at it so far, but maybe he would learn as he goes like Daddy did. And he'd said he would keep Kharon's secret too, this mind-speak thing he can do! That was relieving because he decided he really didn't want anyone to know about it, not when it hurts others so deeply as it had hurt Mother. He didn't like to hurt people, be the cause of their pain. Dad liked his name, and he beamed up at him proudly. Maybe Mother wasn't so bad with names like she thought, if Father liked it so much. Even if it was just a little dark, if anyone else knew where it had come from. He only knew because she'd thought it, and he has this mind-speak and all. Kharon gasped and fluttered excitedly as Father described Reilly. "You know Reilly!? He's the greatest. I think he's sort of my Dad too, but also I'm not really sure how that works. He loves us though. I think he loves Mom too, but..." But she was maybe not very receptive to it lately. Yet? He didn't know. She thought of Father a lot more than they realized, perhaps, but he shouldn't say so. It always seemed to hurt people to know things that he hears. "But. Um." He gave a feeble, apologetic smile and shook his head, unable to think up some other way to finish his sentence just then. "I lose my train of thought a lot, sorry." His distress was quickly replaced with excitement once again, though. Father was so good at that, making him instantly happy. "A present!? Yes, yes! Please! Oh, anything, I love it already!" He bounced in place with glee, smiling brightly at this man that was clearly the best person in the whole world. Anything at all from him would be the greatest, most treasured gift he would ever have, he just knew it. And then there it was, a link of iron flowing from Father and around his neck. It shined and shimmered just as much as his dad did and he loved that! Now he could be metallic and beautiful too, even in this small way. It gleamed so wonderfully, catching little dapples of sunlight through the trees in the most captivating way. Curled so elegantly around his neck, it was like an intricate work of art by a master. Oh, but of course it was. He'd seen Mother's lace and this was just as eye-catching and glorious, and even had a fine medallion at the end, resting against his little chest so proudly. "Wooooow," he exclaimed with such deep reverence. "This is so amazing, Daddy." He was just in absolute awe of it, so incredibly happy to have received such a wondrous thing. Kharon's eyes met his for just a moment before he buried himself into Father's chest. "Thank you! I love it so much." He pulled back to look down at it again, loving that he could be shiny like his father in this way, this little piece of him that would always belong to him, before he melted to his chest again and nuzzled his cheek into a strong shoulder. "You'll stay here, won't you? And never leave? I don't ever want to lose you." RE: kharon - Kerberos - 05-21-2017 Heyyyy, he does mean my Reilly! Awesome! It’ll be good to catch up with him, and if he loves Lacey he’s got just as good of taste as I thought, so good on him. I’d expect no less. Kid trailed off when he was getting close to saying too much, maybe, or when things were a bit too complicated to explain. “‘Sokay, son. You don’t have to apologize to me for getting distracted. Or for keeping someone else’s secrets. It’s all good, kid.” And he fucking loves the present, which of course puts a huge damn smile on my face. Lights up before he even sees it, and then the awe on his face when I give him the sorta necklace. “You’re welcome, Kharon. I’m glad you like it.” I wrap him up in a hug, and if maybe I’m marveling at how good it feels to hold my kid in my arms, well, he’s the only one who’s gotta know, yeah? I can’t help the grin, and I fuss a little with his mane, still baby scruffy and adorable, and nuzzle his withers and between his wings. “You’re pretty amazing yourself there, buddy.” “You’ll stay here, won’t you? And never leave? I don’t ever want to lose you.” Ah, kiddo. I smile and pull back a little to look him in the eye. “Hey, now. Nothing to worry about, you’re not losing me anytime soon, okay? I can’t promise I’ll stay put and never leave. Change, that’s part of life. You’ll grow up, and you’ll change too, and that’s okay. But even if I leave, I’ll always come back for you, as long as I’m alive and you want me around, got it?” |