maxbxnes:
They are a complicated family, he knows that, and his father knows that, but Max also knows that his parents have done all they could to try to minimize it. Hunters don’t usually get mixed with supernaturals, so having a hunter and a witch having kids together is not very common. So Max is proud of both his parents for actually trying because he’s seen a lot of stories, simpler than theirs, end worse. Both him and his sister had been raised by their mother, but Asa was there too, when he could, and for a while Max had wondered if it was a temporary thing - if he would come once or twice and then be done with it - but he kept coming back and that was all he needed to know.
“I know you wouldn’t.” he says. he knows. he knows that Asa is a protector and he would be even if he wasn’t a father. It’s his nature. Max thinks he got some of his own protectiveness from him, but also the whole ‘i love you but I won’t say it with words’ thing they both do with those they care for - case in point: Max with Alicia. Then again, she is his other half and they do have the freaky-twin-connection to add to the mix. Other than that, Max is all Tasha, from the witchy talent to his carefree nature and playful personality.
“I’ve heard it too, but more than that, I’ve felt them. We’re in the middle of something that feels sort of apocalyptic and I’m not sure if all hands on deck will be enough,” he admits. realistically, he knows they will struggle and a lot of people will inevitably die. “That’s why I’m saying you need to be careful. Mom says thinking first was never your strong point.” he concludes, squinting his eyes at the man, faking disapproval.
“or bribe a witch. heard they’re real problem-solvers”
Hand to his heart, he feigned a wounded gasp before chuckling at the comment about him not thinking first. “Ah, I can’t even pretend that she doesn’t have a point there.” He knew that he was rather rash and not only because his mother constantly reminded him of it. Asa was retrospective enough to notice or maybe it was just that obvious that even he could notice. Either way, he wouldn’t deny that criticism regardless of who it came from.
“Yeah, no more bonfires in the woods of a corpse. Hopefully, I can get a crematorium to work out or something.” Surely it wouldn’t take too long for him to become numb to the amount of bodies dropping and maybe even stop caring about leaving the monster bodies lying around. For now though, he was pretty determined to keep the numbers down in whatever way that he could if the locals continued to largely stick round for the madness.
Witches would undoubtedly be crucial in getting this whole thing taken care of. He knew that Max was great and powerful on his own, but if the three Banes did end up in Devil Hills he would have a lot more hope at getting this altogether. “Gotta keep trying anyway. Good thing I know a few solid witches. Maybe won’t need serious bribing capabilities either. Don’t have great funds for that.”
