06-09-2017, 04:06 PM
kharon
His jaw tightened as they explained themselves, glaring openly and tensed. The ocean brought them. All just a misunderstanding. The tides brought them.
"Nobody asked how you got here," he pointed out through clenched teeth. They still hadn't answered his question, instead throwing out answers to questions never posed. The two of them had some serious listening issues among everything else stacking against them and he was beyond ready to toss them out on their asses if he had to. And yeah, injured or not, they were getting the hell out of his home and away from his family.
"I'm Maugrim."
Trust me.
He didn't have a chance to answer as his dad showed up, and he spared a smirk to the boy who called him little king. Relief flooded him, feeling instantly supported and safe again with Reilly here. Reilly would never let anything happen to him. He would take care of them. He would send them on their way, and if he had to, he could dose them with his magic and throw them out. He would keep them safe in ways Kharon couldn't though he was desperately trying to. Kharon didn't know how to fight, didn't have a magic to protect their home with. He really didn't have a way to actually kick them out himself, not without help. And now he had it. Reilly would protect them.
Kharon's shoulders relaxed, and he turned a ready smile to him, eyes shining proudly as his dad came to stand at his side.
And then Dad spoke, and Kharon's feeling of security fled like an icy breeze. Or a slap in the face. Come and rest?! Startled, gray eyes reflected the betrayal he felt. "No, Dad. They need to leave," he tried, his voice firm through the hurt pinching so tightly in his chest. The boy wanted to fucking drown him! He didn't want to die again. How could Dad let them in?! How could he INVITE them into their home where his sisters and little brother were? Couldn't he see they didn't belong here? They came like invaders and tried to sneak into their home as if they belonged there. Just like the goddamned invaders!
He fumed silently a few moments, trying to calm down but, fuck, it wasn't working. How could Dad do this?! His heart felt sick. He'd always thought Dad would always be on his side. What the hell was this? What the hell was happening?
There was fury glinting dangerously in his eyes when he glanced at the strangers, then landed on his dad. On Reilly. It was the first time he'd felt this emotion, and it broke his heart that it was directed at his dad. At Reilly. But he swallowed and glared at him anyway as he stepped away from his side, so goddamned hurt. It was like he was a stranger to him now too. What the fuck was this?
"Fine. They're your problem, Reilly," he bit out. Reilly. Not Dad. "They go anywhere near my family and they're dead. They're not welcome to stay." He turned abruptly away and stalked off, stiff and aching in a way no massage could ever relieve. The last thing he did was silently beg for rain to mask the tears.
"Nobody asked how you got here," he pointed out through clenched teeth. They still hadn't answered his question, instead throwing out answers to questions never posed. The two of them had some serious listening issues among everything else stacking against them and he was beyond ready to toss them out on their asses if he had to. And yeah, injured or not, they were getting the hell out of his home and away from his family.
"I'm Maugrim."
Trust me.
He didn't have a chance to answer as his dad showed up, and he spared a smirk to the boy who called him little king. Relief flooded him, feeling instantly supported and safe again with Reilly here. Reilly would never let anything happen to him. He would take care of them. He would send them on their way, and if he had to, he could dose them with his magic and throw them out. He would keep them safe in ways Kharon couldn't though he was desperately trying to. Kharon didn't know how to fight, didn't have a magic to protect their home with. He really didn't have a way to actually kick them out himself, not without help. And now he had it. Reilly would protect them.
Kharon's shoulders relaxed, and he turned a ready smile to him, eyes shining proudly as his dad came to stand at his side.
And then Dad spoke, and Kharon's feeling of security fled like an icy breeze. Or a slap in the face. Come and rest?! Startled, gray eyes reflected the betrayal he felt. "No, Dad. They need to leave," he tried, his voice firm through the hurt pinching so tightly in his chest. The boy wanted to fucking drown him! He didn't want to die again. How could Dad let them in?! How could he INVITE them into their home where his sisters and little brother were? Couldn't he see they didn't belong here? They came like invaders and tried to sneak into their home as if they belonged there. Just like the goddamned invaders!
He fumed silently a few moments, trying to calm down but, fuck, it wasn't working. How could Dad do this?! His heart felt sick. He'd always thought Dad would always be on his side. What the hell was this? What the hell was happening?
There was fury glinting dangerously in his eyes when he glanced at the strangers, then landed on his dad. On Reilly. It was the first time he'd felt this emotion, and it broke his heart that it was directed at his dad. At Reilly. But he swallowed and glared at him anyway as he stepped away from his side, so goddamned hurt. It was like he was a stranger to him now too. What the fuck was this?
"Fine. They're your problem, Reilly," he bit out. Reilly. Not Dad. "They go anywhere near my family and they're dead. They're not welcome to stay." He turned abruptly away and stalked off, stiff and aching in a way no massage could ever relieve. The last thing he did was silently beg for rain to mask the tears.