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SWAG.

#MUSE'S MOM #MUSE'S DAD

((I’m laughing SO hard at this.))

"Haha... my Dad's a teenage brat."

#muse's dad

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I don’t understand why I didn’t post this here before? I kind of want to revisit it now actually but I’m so busy and yet can’t get anything done because it’s like electrical storms 24/7 down here on the Gulf Coast and let me tell you, once you lose a half hour of painting progress to a power outage you will never tempt fate again.

Anyhow I caved in and I’m playin SotN again on and off for the last two weeks and I’m really mad this game is so short but at the same time it means I don’t feel guilty about replaying it eighty times because it only takes like 8-10hrs to get everything

#muse's dad

aymerich-metallica

yama-bato

Les clichés de Jacques Henri Lartigue, pris entre 1907 et 1912 sur l’aérodrome d’Issy-les-Moulineaux, témoignent des premiers vols de l’histoire de l’aviation.

http://www.leparisien.fr/espace-premium/hauts-de-seine-92/quand-l-aerodrome-est-entre-dans-l-histoire-11-04-2013-2715619.php

Shydo opened her eyes, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. She slowly let him go, caressing his shoulders, looking into his eyes.

“Are you serious?” Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didn’t joke around. If there’s one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was ‘I love you’.

“I’m not sure if it’s just the heat of the moment or if you’re just desperate or… Are you sure you don’t have a brain tumor?” She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.

“Dude… You said I was just your fuckin’ dealer…” she added. “Why’re you… Why…? Why this sudden affection?”

Ryan laughed at her confusion. She was calloused to his anger and stoic attitude that she obviously didn’t believe he was saying this with an exposed heart.

“It’s not the heat of the moment, I’m not crazy… I fuckin’ love you. And you’re right, I’m ‘not hormones’. But I think we’re all crazy here. I’m crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and you’re crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.”

He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.

“You’re my best friend, Shydo. And that’s something I’d never tell anyone else.”

As Ryan and Shydo had their brother and sister like moment together, the very missionary who overheard Julius’s conversation with Ryan had reported what he had heard to the church’s priest. Indeed the priest was not happy to hear their most valuable hunter had a connection to a demon like Ryan. It almost disgusted them and forced them to look down. However, they couldn’t afford to lose Julius and couldn’t afford to have a half demon roam the same world as humans.

Julius had been taking a stroll around the river after letting the small demon go. Hopefully the creature understood him and valued its new chance at living. The hunter certainly had a lot on his mind. He had thought he would never be this stressed and upset at this age. Unfortunately, he thought himself foolish to believe in such things. Melancholy and anxiety were to never leave the human heart. Julius dug into his coat pocket to pull out his cell phone that he rarely uses. He tried to remember if he had Ryan’s number, but he couldn’t. So he decided to call Shydo instead to ask for Ryan.

Shydo had finished her heart felt conversation with Ryan. She stayed in his room and sat on the edge of his bed to keep him company so he could sleep. She stared at the wall, shocked manifesting itself onto her face. Ryan had never opened up to anyone before, and why her out of all the people he knew, especially the father of his child? Either way, it felt good to get recognition from Ryan only to deliver comfort to him when he truly needed it, even when he tried to resist.

Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryan’s room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.

“What it is, Uncle Julius?” she greeted lazily, wedging the phone between her ear and her shoulder, craning her neck. She sat down on the couch and decided to pack a bowl. Such strong emotions had manifested themselves onto her, ones she couldn’t entirely handle. Nothing but a little weed would do the trick.

Julius wasn’t entirely sure of how to ask her. Shydo seemed her usual self and thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask her. He mustered up his courage to rid of the hesitation and then asked, “Hello Shydo, is Ryan there?”

“Uh… Not really…” she muttered. “He’s in his room, so he’s here… but he’s asleep so he’s not all here mentally…”

Shydo kept the phone wedged where it was as she tilted the bowl so the end would correspond with her mouth. She lit the bud and inhaled slowly, closing it up to get no air circulation in the bowl, just smoke. She took the bowl away from her mouth for a few moments and held it in her lungs, waiting for Julius’s reply.

Julius frowned a bit. He wondered if telling Ryan that the little demon was released would make the guy feel a little bit better. He doubted it a little since the boy was going through so much trouble, but at the very least he should try to let him know. Julius then asked, “Alright do you mind…Shydo are you inhaling smoke?” His tone changed with suspicion.

“Uh, yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” Shydo answered, exhaling. “Don’t worry. His door’s closed and I’ve got a fan on. Anyways, what were you gonna say?”

Putting his concern with the smoke, Julius then said, “I wanted you to tell him that the little demon is free and went back to its home. I know it may not mean much, but I thought it would be nice for him to hear…”

"Oh... Sure thing," she answered. "You comin' back to the trailer?"

Shydo opened her eyes, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. She slowly let him go, caressing his shoulders, looking into his eyes.

“Are you serious?” Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didn’t joke around. If there’s one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was ‘I love you’.

“I’m not sure if it’s just the heat of the moment or if you’re just desperate or… Are you sure you don’t have a brain tumor?” She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.

“Dude… You said I was just your fuckin’ dealer…” she added. “Why’re you… Why…? Why this sudden affection?”

Ryan laughed at her confusion. She was calloused to his anger and stoic attitude that she obviously didn’t believe he was saying this with an exposed heart.

“It’s not the heat of the moment, I’m not crazy… I fuckin’ love you. And you’re right, I’m ‘not hormones’. But I think we’re all crazy here. I’m crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and you’re crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.”

He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.

“You’re my best friend, Shydo. And that’s something I’d never tell anyone else.”

As Ryan and Shydo had their brother and sister like moment together, the very missionary who overheard Julius’s conversation with Ryan had reported what he had heard to the church’s priest. Indeed the priest was not happy to hear their most valuable hunter had a connection to a demon like Ryan. It almost disgusted them and forced them to look down. However, they couldn’t afford to lose Julius and couldn’t afford to have a half demon roam the same world as humans.

Julius had been taking a stroll around the river after letting the small demon go. Hopefully the creature understood him and valued its new chance at living. The hunter certainly had a lot on his mind. He had thought he would never be this stressed and upset at this age. Unfortunately, he thought himself foolish to believe in such things. Melancholy and anxiety were to never leave the human heart. Julius dug into his coat pocket to pull out his cell phone that he rarely uses. He tried to remember if he had Ryan’s number, but he couldn’t. So he decided to call Shydo instead to ask for Ryan.

Shydo had finished her heart felt conversation with Ryan. She stayed in his room and sat on the edge of his bed to keep him company so he could sleep. She stared at the wall, shocked manifesting itself onto her face. Ryan had never opened up to anyone before, and why her out of all the people he knew, especially the father of his child? Either way, it felt good to get recognition from Ryan only to deliver comfort to him when he truly needed it, even when he tried to resist.

Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryan’s room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.

“What it is, Uncle Julius?” she greeted lazily, wedging the phone between her ear and her shoulder, craning her neck. She sat down on the couch and decided to pack a bowl. Such strong emotions had manifested themselves onto her, ones she couldn’t entirely handle. Nothing but a little weed would do the trick.

Julius wasn’t entirely sure of how to ask her. Shydo seemed her usual self and thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask her. He mustered up his courage to rid of the hesitation and then asked, “Hello Shydo, is Ryan there?”

“Uh… Not really…” she muttered. “He’s in his room, so he’s here… but he’s asleep so he’s not all here mentally…”

Shydo kept the phone wedged where it was as she tilted the bowl so the end would correspond with her mouth. She lit the bud and inhaled slowly, closing it up to get no air circulation in the bowl, just smoke. She took the bowl away from her mouth for a few moments and held it in her lungs, waiting for Julius’s reply.

Julius frowned a bit. He wondered if telling Ryan that the little demon was released would make the guy feel a little bit better. He doubted it a little since the boy was going through so much trouble, but at the very least he should try to let him know. Julius then asked, “Alright do you mind…Shydo are you inhaling smoke?” His tone changed with suspicion.

"Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Shydo answered, exhaling. "Don't worry. His door's closed and I've got a fan on. Anyways, what were you gonna say?"

Shydo opened her eyes, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. She slowly let him go, caressing his shoulders, looking into his eyes.

“Are you serious?” Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didn’t joke around. If there’s one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was ‘I love you’.

“I’m not sure if it’s just the heat of the moment or if you’re just desperate or… Are you sure you don’t have a brain tumor?” She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.

“Dude… You said I was just your fuckin’ dealer…” she added. “Why’re you… Why…? Why this sudden affection?”

Ryan laughed at her confusion. She was calloused to his anger and stoic attitude that she obviously didn’t believe he was saying this with an exposed heart.

“It’s not the heat of the moment, I’m not crazy… I fuckin’ love you. And you’re right, I’m ‘not hormones’. But I think we’re all crazy here. I’m crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and you’re crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.”

He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.

“You’re my best friend, Shydo. And that’s something I’d never tell anyone else.”

As Ryan and Shydo had their brother and sister like moment together, the very missionary who overheard Julius’s conversation with Ryan had reported what he had heard to the church’s priest. Indeed the priest was not happy to hear their most valuable hunter had a connection to a demon like Ryan. It almost disgusted them and forced them to look down. However, they couldn’t afford to lose Julius and couldn’t afford to have a half demon roam the same world as humans.

Julius had been taking a stroll around the river after letting the small demon go. Hopefully the creature understood him and valued its new chance at living. The hunter certainly had a lot on his mind. He had thought he would never be this stressed and upset at this age. Unfortunately, he thought himself foolish to believe in such things. Melancholy and anxiety were to never leave the human heart. Julius dug into his coat pocket to pull out his cell phone that he rarely uses. He tried to remember if he had Ryan’s number, but he couldn’t. So he decided to call Shydo instead to ask for Ryan.

Shydo had finished her heart felt conversation with Ryan. She stayed in his room and sat on the edge of his bed to keep him company so he could sleep. She stared at the wall, shocked manifesting itself onto her face. Ryan had never opened up to anyone before, and why her out of all the people he knew, especially the father of his child? Either way, it felt good to get recognition from Ryan only to deliver comfort to him when he truly needed it, even when he tried to resist.

Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryan’s room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.

“What it is, Uncle Julius?” she greeted lazily, wedging the phone between her ear and her shoulder, craning her neck. She sat down on the couch and decided to pack a bowl. Such strong emotions had manifested themselves onto her, ones she couldn’t entirely handle. Nothing but a little weed would do the trick.

Julius wasn’t entirely sure of how to ask her. Shydo seemed her usual self and thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask her. He mustered up his courage to rid of the hesitation and then asked, “Hello Shydo, is Ryan there?”

"Uh... Not really..." she muttered. "He's in his room, so he's here... but he's asleep so he's not all here mentally..."

Shydo kept the phone wedged where it was as she tilted the bowl so the end would correspond with her mouth. She lit the bud and inhaled slowly, closing it up to get no air circulation in the bowl, just smoke. She took the bowl away from her mouth for a few moments and held it in her lungs, waiting for Julius's reply.

#juliusbelmont

*likes to roleplay*

*follows a roleplay blog*

*tempted to roleplay*

*has no idea what to roleplay*

*feels stupid*

*nervous to ask*

*just keeps following*

Shydo opened her eyes, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. She slowly let him go, caressing his shoulders, looking into his eyes.

“Are you serious?” Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didn’t joke around. If there’s one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was ‘I love you’.

“I’m not sure if it’s just the heat of the moment or if you’re just desperate or… Are you sure you don’t have a brain tumor?” She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.

“Dude… You said I was just your fuckin’ dealer…” she added. “Why’re you… Why…? Why this sudden affection?”

Ryan laughed at her confusion. She was calloused to his anger and stoic attitude that she obviously didn’t believe he was saying this with an exposed heart.

“It’s not the heat of the moment, I’m not crazy… I fuckin’ love you. And you’re right, I’m ‘not hormones’. But I think we’re all crazy here. I’m crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and you’re crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.”

He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.

“You’re my best friend, Shydo. And that’s something I’d never tell anyone else.”

As Ryan and Shydo had their brother and sister like moment together, the very missionary who overheard Julius’s conversation with Ryan had reported what he had heard to the church’s priest. Indeed the priest was not happy to hear their most valuable hunter had a connection to a demon like Ryan. It almost disgusted them and forced them to look down. However, they couldn’t afford to lose Julius and couldn’t afford to have a half demon roam the same world as humans.

Julius had been taking a stroll around the river after letting the small demon go. Hopefully the creature understood him and valued its new chance at living. The hunter certainly had a lot on his mind. He had thought he would never be this stressed and upset at this age. Unfortunately, he thought himself foolish to believe in such things. Melancholy and anxiety were to never leave the human heart. Julius dug into his coat pocket to pull out his cell phone that he rarely uses. He tried to remember if he had Ryan’s number, but he couldn’t. So he decided to call Shydo instead to ask for Ryan.

Shydo had finished her heart felt conversation with Ryan. She stayed in his room and sat on the edge of his bed to keep him company so he could sleep. She stared at the wall, shocked manifesting itself onto her face. Ryan had never opened up to anyone before, and why her out of all the people he knew, especially the father of his child? Either way, it felt good to get recognition from Ryan only to deliver comfort to him when he truly needed it, even when he tried to resist.

Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryan's room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.

"What it is, Uncle Julius?" she greeted lazily, wedging the phone between her ear and her shoulder, craning her neck. She sat down on the couch and decided to pack a bowl. Such strong emotions had manifested themselves onto her, ones she couldn't entirely handle. Nothing but a little weed would do the trick.

#juliusbelmont

‘That dumb kid laughs at everything.’ he thought, wiping his eyes. He looked into the mirror, noticing how red his cornea were. Good thing he brought along his trusty shades.

He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydo’s annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.

‘She’ll catch on soon. It’s like every time somethin’s wrong with me, she’ll know…’

Julius took the sack and the reward. He headed off into the forest acting as if he knew where he was going. The church worker tensed a bit and muttered something about the church being deceived by the hunter. It was indeed sad how some people saw the world in black and white. The missionary quickly returned to meet the priest of the church and informed him of what he had saw.

After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, “Surprised aren’t you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping you’d be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.”

Naturally the demon would’ve spat at his face and laughed maniacally before dashing away. However, the furry demon gave a toothy grin and trotted off as it puffed into thin air.

Ryan laid in his bed, staring at the Slayer and Metallica posters on his wall. He laid in a fetal position, his arms protectively wrapped around his growing abdomen. He was at least glad that the vomiting had stopped like weeks ago. Of course, the roller-coaster of maternity would never end; just one kind of torture after the other. Throwing up, eating, crying, raging… why was this even remotely necessary?

Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasn’t Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.

‘I thought I’d have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident… No, I shouldn’t call my kid an accident…!’

Ryan expected when he was to have a kid, he’d be married, live somewhere decent, be in love. To have a husband come home at night while he’d be nearly asleep, his husband climbing into bed and wrap his arms protectively around his abdomen, cherishing their small mass of life together. It sounded like bliss, only something to be dreamt of. In his case, it was too good to be true. Julius probably didn’t love him like that, and getting intimate with him - SOBERLY - would cause him to have to pull teeth.

The Belmont sighed as he watched the puff of smoke disperse. Admittedly the man had a mixture of emotions. He wondered if he could be a supportive father and supportive to Ryan. Probably the demon boy’s emotions were due to hormones and such. However, his pain seemed too realistic to be believed to be work of hormones. Julius felt guilty. He felt could’ve been responsible that night and didn’t think he could be so drunk. Now what made him feel so guilty was having a child with someone who most likely knew Julius had no special feelings for. The hunter never pursued love and relationships ever since he lost his memories. Even when he regained his memories, love was nothing important to him. Now, he is unsure of how to be emotionally supportive.

Unfortunately, bigger problems were brewing up at the church. The missionary had reported what he had heard to the priest. Indeed, the priest was disgusted and felt somewhat ashamed of hiring Julius. They could forbid him from ever coming again. However, they needed his expertise. It was hard to find hunters as good as Julius and as a matter of fact, the Belmont hunter was widely considered to be the strongest of the century. Losing Julius would be like losing a free way ticket to Heaven for these people. They came up with a far better solution…

Ryan closed his eyes, his heart heavy. A large puddle sat by his eyes on a crease of the pillow contour to his head.

He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.

He heard a knock at the door and sat up, wiping his eyes. Either way, he’d look like shit no matter what he tried to do. The evidence couldn’t be covered up; he was a hot mess.

Shydo opened Ryan’s door, her cornea as red as his, but for a much different reason. She grinned dumbly before entering his room.

“Hey…” she started. “It smells like cry in here.”

She looked at her friend, noticing he was upset and trying to hide it. She held her arms out in a confused manner.

“Dude!” she began. “What’s up with you? You’re like… Doing the thing. Why’re you doing the thing?!”

Ryan tried to laugh at his friend’s stupidity. After all, she did try her best to lighten the mood for him.

He saw the confusion on her face, followed by the realization that he was, indeed, doing ‘the thing’ that he usually didn’t do.

“Go ahead and call me out on it,” he replied, his voiced trembling under sadness. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his lap. Shydo knew he was crying in the first place, so there wasn’t much to hide.

Ryan came up with a fib to tell her. Hopefully, it’ll slide with her, considering her intoxicated state. She’d probably shrug and walk away anyway.

“I’m just… hormones, ya know?” he explained, stifling a small chuckle through the lump in his throat, which was clearly audible through his tone. “I-I’ll be fine… just go watch TV…”

Shydo did not abide by his command or expectations. She knew this all too well to be hormones. She approached him.

“Bullshit, dude…” she began. “You’re in here crying for another reason. I’ve seen hormones and you are not hormones.”

She spoke in a dumb sort of way, but she meant everything she said.

“I’ve known you my whole life, dude. I know your ups and downs, and you’re fuckin’ down.” She plopped next to him, bouncing momentarily. “You’re like a ticking time bomb.”

He laughed weakly at her bomb joke, but it still wasn’t enough to make him feel at ease.

“I know, you’ve been there forever, but I don’t want to be the burden on your shoulders. It should be the other way around.”

He dabbed his eyes with the edge of one of his quilts. Nothing was able to keep him down like this before, except this. Weren’t there bigger things to be upset about?

“The thing is…” he began, letting his emotions speak. “I don’t think I can do this without my mom being here. I know it’s been years since she’s died, but I never planned on this. If she was here, she’d give me advice, be here for me, go clothes shopping for my kid… this’ll just be so hard. Life without here is already hard as it is. She was my only best friend, Shydo.”

He held his knees close to his chest, hiding his face in his lap. He wept silently, disregarding the fact that Shydo was sitting right next to him, seeing him at his most vulnerable. He had a strong feeling she’d laugh at him.

Shydo listened to his story, nodding as he spoke. She knew he was speaking with more emotion than usual, since he was talking about his mother.

She stared off into space, her ears open. She heard his voice cut off and looked back at him for further explanation. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw him crying again.

“Dude, don’t cry,” she started, panicking slightly. She knew every time Ryan broke into tears, something was extremely wrong. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, stroking his hair.

“Shh, shh…” Shydo shut her eyes tight, holding back her own tears. She knew about his pregnancy and how hard it was to have to have someone’s kid - someone that doesn’t love him. It hurt her just as bad, knowing her best friend was in pain, and what’s worse was when one of her own family members was part of that pain.

Ryan felt Shydo’s arms embrace him. He knew that his sadness was rubbing off on her. He tried to push her away, not wanting her to become upset.

“No, Shydo, please…” he begged. “I’m fine. Just let go of me.”

He said this through tears and false desire. He didn’t want to be alone, but his ego restricted him from wanting to receive affection. Every time he wanted a hug or someone to listen to him, he mentally called himself weak for it.

As Ryan tried to pull her away, he wound up pulling her into a tighter hug, trembling furiously. In that single moment, he felt a stronger connection with her than ever before.

“I love you so much,” he wept. “You’re more than just a dealer… You’re my fuckin’ sister! I’m sorry for ever makin’ you feel less than that…” He hid his face in her Metallica shirt, tears staining the black fabric.

Shydo opened her eyes, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. She slowly let him go, caressing his shoulders, looking into his eyes.

"Are you serious?" Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didn't joke around. If there's one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was 'I love you'.

"I'm not sure if it's just the heat of the moment or if you're just desperate or... Are you sure you don't have a brain tumor?" She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.

"Dude... You said I was just your fuckin' dealer..." she added. "Why're you... Why...? Why this sudden affection?"

#fullleatherartillery

‘That dumb kid laughs at everything.’ he thought, wiping his eyes. He looked into the mirror, noticing how red his cornea were. Good thing he brought along his trusty shades.

He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydo’s annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.

‘She’ll catch on soon. It’s like every time somethin’s wrong with me, she’ll know…’

Julius took the sack and the reward. He headed off into the forest acting as if he knew where he was going. The church worker tensed a bit and muttered something about the church being deceived by the hunter. It was indeed sad how some people saw the world in black and white. The missionary quickly returned to meet the priest of the church and informed him of what he had saw.

After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, “Surprised aren’t you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping you’d be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.”

Naturally the demon would’ve spat at his face and laughed maniacally before dashing away. However, the furry demon gave a toothy grin and trotted off as it puffed into thin air.

Ryan laid in his bed, staring at the Slayer and Metallica posters on his wall. He laid in a fetal position, his arms protectively wrapped around his growing abdomen. He was at least glad that the vomiting had stopped like weeks ago. Of course, the roller-coaster of maternity would never end; just one kind of torture after the other. Throwing up, eating, crying, raging… why was this even remotely necessary?

Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasn’t Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.

‘I thought I’d have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident… No, I shouldn’t call my kid an accident…!’

Ryan expected when he was to have a kid, he’d be married, live somewhere decent, be in love. To have a husband come home at night while he’d be nearly asleep, his husband climbing into bed and wrap his arms protectively around his abdomen, cherishing their small mass of life together. It sounded like bliss, only something to be dreamt of. In his case, it was too good to be true. Julius probably didn’t love him like that, and getting intimate with him - SOBERLY - would cause him to have to pull teeth.

The Belmont sighed as he watched the puff of smoke disperse. Admittedly the man had a mixture of emotions. He wondered if he could be a supportive father and supportive to Ryan. Probably the demon boy’s emotions were due to hormones and such. However, his pain seemed too realistic to be believed to be work of hormones. Julius felt guilty. He felt could’ve been responsible that night and didn’t think he could be so drunk. Now what made him feel so guilty was having a child with someone who most likely knew Julius had no special feelings for. The hunter never pursued love and relationships ever since he lost his memories. Even when he regained his memories, love was nothing important to him. Now, he is unsure of how to be emotionally supportive.

Unfortunately, bigger problems were brewing up at the church. The missionary had reported what he had heard to the priest. Indeed, the priest was disgusted and felt somewhat ashamed of hiring Julius. They could forbid him from ever coming again. However, they needed his expertise. It was hard to find hunters as good as Julius and as a matter of fact, the Belmont hunter was widely considered to be the strongest of the century. Losing Julius would be like losing a free way ticket to Heaven for these people. They came up with a far better solution…

Ryan closed his eyes, his heart heavy. A large puddle sat by his eyes on a crease of the pillow contour to his head.

He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.

He heard a knock at the door and sat up, wiping his eyes. Either way, he’d look like shit no matter what he tried to do. The evidence couldn’t be covered up; he was a hot mess.

Shydo opened Ryan’s door, her cornea as red as his, but for a much different reason. She grinned dumbly before entering his room.

“Hey…” she started. “It smells like cry in here.”

She looked at her friend, noticing he was upset and trying to hide it. She held her arms out in a confused manner.

“Dude!” she began. “What’s up with you? You’re like… Doing the thing. Why’re you doing the thing?!”

Ryan tried to laugh at his friend’s stupidity. After all, she did try her best to lighten the mood for him.

He saw the confusion on her face, followed by the realization that he was, indeed, doing ‘the thing’ that he usually didn’t do.

“Go ahead and call me out on it,” he replied, his voiced trembling under sadness. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his lap. Shydo knew he was crying in the first place, so there wasn’t much to hide.

Ryan came up with a fib to tell her. Hopefully, it’ll slide with her, considering her intoxicated state. She’d probably shrug and walk away anyway.

“I’m just… hormones, ya know?” he explained, stifling a small chuckle through the lump in his throat, which was clearly audible through his tone. “I-I’ll be fine… just go watch TV…”

Shydo did not abide by his command or expectations. She knew this all too well to be hormones. She approached him.

“Bullshit, dude…” she began. “You’re in here crying for another reason. I’ve seen hormones and you are not hormones.”

She spoke in a dumb sort of way, but she meant everything she said.

“I’ve known you my whole life, dude. I know your ups and downs, and you’re fuckin’ down.” She plopped next to him, bouncing momentarily. “You’re like a ticking time bomb.”

He laughed weakly at her bomb joke, but it still wasn’t enough to make him feel at ease.

“I know, you’ve been there forever, but I don’t want to be the burden on your shoulders. It should be the other way around.”

He dabbed his eyes with the edge of one of his quilts. Nothing was able to keep him down like this before, except this. Weren’t there bigger things to be upset about?

“The thing is…” he began, letting his emotions speak. “I don’t think I can do this without my mom being here. I know it’s been years since she’s died, but I never planned on this. If she was here, she’d give me advice, be here for me, go clothes shopping for my kid… this’ll just be so hard. Life without here is already hard as it is. She was my only best friend, Shydo.”

He held his knees close to his chest, hiding his face in his lap. He wept silently, disregarding the fact that Shydo was sitting right next to him, seeing him at his most vulnerable. He had a strong feeling she’d laugh at him.

Shydo listened to his story, nodding as he spoke. She knew he was speaking with more emotion than usual, since he was talking about his mother.

She stared off into space, her ears open. She heard his voice cut off and looked back at him for further explanation. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw him crying again.

"Dude, don't cry," she started, panicking slightly. She knew every time Ryan broke into tears, something was extremely wrong. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, stroking his hair.

"Shh, shh..." Shydo shut her eyes tight, holding back her own tears. She knew about his pregnancy and how hard it was to have to have someone's kid - someone that doesn't love him. It hurt her just as bad, knowing her best friend was in pain, and what's worse was when one of her own family members was part of that pain.

‘That dumb kid laughs at everything.’ he thought, wiping his eyes. He looked into the mirror, noticing how red his cornea were. Good thing he brought along his trusty shades.

He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydo’s annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.

‘She’ll catch on soon. It’s like every time somethin’s wrong with me, she’ll know…’

Julius took the sack and the reward. He headed off into the forest acting as if he knew where he was going. The church worker tensed a bit and muttered something about the church being deceived by the hunter. It was indeed sad how some people saw the world in black and white. The missionary quickly returned to meet the priest of the church and informed him of what he had saw.

After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, “Surprised aren’t you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping you’d be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.”

Naturally the demon would’ve spat at his face and laughed maniacally before dashing away. However, the furry demon gave a toothy grin and trotted off as it puffed into thin air.

Ryan laid in his bed, staring at the Slayer and Metallica posters on his wall. He laid in a fetal position, his arms protectively wrapped around his growing abdomen. He was at least glad that the vomiting had stopped like weeks ago. Of course, the roller-coaster of maternity would never end; just one kind of torture after the other. Throwing up, eating, crying, raging… why was this even remotely necessary?

Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasn’t Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.

‘I thought I’d have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident… No, I shouldn’t call my kid an accident…!’

Ryan expected when he was to have a kid, he’d be married, live somewhere decent, be in love. To have a husband come home at night while he’d be nearly asleep, his husband climbing into bed and wrap his arms protectively around his abdomen, cherishing their small mass of life together. It sounded like bliss, only something to be dreamt of. In his case, it was too good to be true. Julius probably didn’t love him like that, and getting intimate with him - SOBERLY - would cause him to have to pull teeth.

The Belmont sighed as he watched the puff of smoke disperse. Admittedly the man had a mixture of emotions. He wondered if he could be a supportive father and supportive to Ryan. Probably the demon boy’s emotions were due to hormones and such. However, his pain seemed too realistic to be believed to be work of hormones. Julius felt guilty. He felt could’ve been responsible that night and didn’t think he could be so drunk. Now what made him feel so guilty was having a child with someone who most likely knew Julius had no special feelings for. The hunter never pursued love and relationships ever since he lost his memories. Even when he regained his memories, love was nothing important to him. Now, he is unsure of how to be emotionally supportive.

Unfortunately, bigger problems were brewing up at the church. The missionary had reported what he had heard to the priest. Indeed, the priest was disgusted and felt somewhat ashamed of hiring Julius. They could forbid him from ever coming again. However, they needed his expertise. It was hard to find hunters as good as Julius and as a matter of fact, the Belmont hunter was widely considered to be the strongest of the century. Losing Julius would be like losing a free way ticket to Heaven for these people. They came up with a far better solution…

Ryan closed his eyes, his heart heavy. A large puddle sat by his eyes on a crease of the pillow contour to his head.

He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.

He heard a knock at the door and sat up, wiping his eyes. Either way, he’d look like shit no matter what he tried to do. The evidence couldn’t be covered up; he was a hot mess.

Shydo opened Ryan’s door, her cornea as red as his, but for a much different reason. She grinned dumbly before entering his room.

“Hey…” she started. “It smells like cry in here.”

She looked at her friend, noticing he was upset and trying to hide it. She held her arms out in a confused manner.

“Dude!” she began. “What’s up with you? You’re like… Doing the thing. Why’re you doing the thing?!”

Ryan tried to laugh at his friend’s stupidity. After all, she did try her best to lighten the mood for him.

He saw the confusion on her face, followed by the realization that he was, indeed, doing ‘the thing’ that he usually didn’t do.

“Go ahead and call me out on it,” he replied, his voiced trembling under sadness. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his lap. Shydo knew he was crying in the first place, so there wasn’t much to hide.

Ryan came up with a fib to tell her. Hopefully, it’ll slide with her, considering her intoxicated state. She’d probably shrug and walk away anyway.

“I’m just… hormones, ya know?” he explained, stifling a small chuckle through the lump in his throat, which was clearly audible through his tone. “I-I’ll be fine… just go watch TV…”

Shydo did not abide by his command or expectations. She knew this all too well to be hormones. She approached him.

"Bullshit, dude..." she began. "You're in here crying for another reason. I've seen hormones and you are not hormones."

She spoke in a dumb sort of way, but she meant everything she said.

"I've known you my whole life, dude. I know your ups and downs, and you're fuckin' down." She plopped next to him, bouncing momentarily. "You're like a ticking time bomb."

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‘That dumb kid laughs at everything.’ he thought, wiping his eyes. He looked into the mirror, noticing how red his cornea were. Good thing he brought along his trusty shades.

He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydo’s annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.

‘She’ll catch on soon. It’s like every time somethin’s wrong with me, she’ll know…’

Julius took the sack and the reward. He headed off into the forest acting as if he knew where he was going. The church worker tensed a bit and muttered something about the church being deceived by the hunter. It was indeed sad how some people saw the world in black and white. The missionary quickly returned to meet the priest of the church and informed him of what he had saw.

After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, “Surprised aren’t you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping you’d be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.”

Naturally the demon would’ve spat at his face and laughed maniacally before dashing away. However, the furry demon gave a toothy grin and trotted off as it puffed into thin air.

Ryan laid in his bed, staring at the Slayer and Metallica posters on his wall. He laid in a fetal position, his arms protectively wrapped around his growing abdomen. He was at least glad that the vomiting had stopped like weeks ago. Of course, the roller-coaster of maternity would never end; just one kind of torture after the other. Throwing up, eating, crying, raging… why was this even remotely necessary?

Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasn’t Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.

‘I thought I’d have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident… No, I shouldn’t call my kid an accident…!’

Ryan expected when he was to have a kid, he’d be married, live somewhere decent, be in love. To have a husband come home at night while he’d be nearly asleep, his husband climbing into bed and wrap his arms protectively around his abdomen, cherishing their small mass of life together. It sounded like bliss, only something to be dreamt of. In his case, it was too good to be true. Julius probably didn’t love him like that, and getting intimate with him - SOBERLY - would cause him to have to pull teeth.

The Belmont sighed as he watched the puff of smoke disperse. Admittedly the man had a mixture of emotions. He wondered if he could be a supportive father and supportive to Ryan. Probably the demon boy’s emotions were due to hormones and such. However, his pain seemed too realistic to be believed to be work of hormones. Julius felt guilty. He felt could’ve been responsible that night and didn’t think he could be so drunk. Now what made him feel so guilty was having a child with someone who most likely knew Julius had no special feelings for. The hunter never pursued love and relationships ever since he lost his memories. Even when he regained his memories, love was nothing important to him. Now, he is unsure of how to be emotionally supportive.

Unfortunately, bigger problems were brewing up at the church. The missionary had reported what he had heard to the priest. Indeed, the priest was disgusted and felt somewhat ashamed of hiring Julius. They could forbid him from ever coming again. However, they needed his expertise. It was hard to find hunters as good as Julius and as a matter of fact, the Belmont hunter was widely considered to be the strongest of the century. Losing Julius would be like losing a free way ticket to Heaven for these people. They came up with a far better solution…

Ryan closed his eyes, his heart heavy. A large puddle sat by his eyes on a crease of the pillow contour to his head.

He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.

He heard a knock at the door and sat up, wiping his eyes. Either way, he’d look like shit no matter what he tried to do. The evidence couldn’t be covered up; he was a hot mess.