Oryndor

[smiling-anarchist]

The son of @damietheprideprince

A 16 year old anarchist

Skilled with a sword

A celestial

Bilingual

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Since when did the leaves return?

[smiling-anarchist]

I have suspicious liquid in a water bottle now.... I still have water bottles of water. This is just a last resort...

[smiling-anarchist]

Yeets water bottles at u

Ow... YIPPIE A NON SUSPICIOUS LIQUID.

[Chugs one]

[smiling-anarchist]

Dont drink weird substances....

I thirsty.

[smiling-anarchist]

If I find a weird substance and it's like... Liquidy. I'm gonna chug that shit. If it looks drinkable. I am thirsty.

[smiling-anarchist]

Why the fuck is it so fucking loud. Someone needs to fucking kill me or something. I hate this shit.

[smiling-anarchist]

You know what? You've been awful to your grandma. I'm showing you what she meat

-yeets you further into your dad's past-

Wha-

[Oryndor blinks as his surroundings shift again. This is bullshit. This is utter fucking bullshit.]

"You have got to be fucking KIDDING ME-?"

[000l]

[shrewreadings]

like to charge, reblog to cast.

[smiling-anarchist]

It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon..... Right? I can't remember.......

Fuck i need a smoke-

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

Mago? What happened this time around?

[smiling-anarchist]

Nothing, Olythor....

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You know your parent's opinion on smoking. I doubt you'd turn to it for nothing. Come on, give me that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah- no-" They turn and dart over to the closet, hiding inside it.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they sigh, eyebrow twitching in annoyance, as they walk up to the closet, prying the doors open with effort*

"You'll suffocate like that"

[smiling-anarchist]

They have smoked about half of the cigarette by now. "Ah... No?... I'll be fine.." They shrug. "I've smoked in smaller spaces before."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they yoink the kid under their arms, snuffing the cigarette out with their bare fingers, opening the windows and calling in a current of wind to make the room stop stinking*

"You're not smoking. Much less on a baby's room. You're coming with me and you'll talk about wha ails you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah fu- no my cigarette-! That was my last one." Oryndor struggles a bit. "No. No. Talking about it only makes it worse."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Worse for who?"

*they entered their room, sitting Oryndor down and handing them a stick of cinnamon*

"If you're not allergic, chew on that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Pa..." They take the stick of cinnamon and stare at it. They weren't sure they've ever had cinnamon before.... They start chewing on it. Sharp teffies. "Im not allergic as far as i am aware.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, I'm not your parent, I'm his mother"

*they sit crosslegged before Oryndor*

"So speak"

[smiling-anarchist]

"It..." They sigh and rub their eyes. "Hes doing the 'i am mad because I can not get help from anyone' thing because no one knows how to help him, which by the way includes himself, and he gets really angry and shit. When i was a kid I thought it was silly because I didn't understand what was going on, partially because neither Oliver nor Aries allowed me to see what was going on by keeping me out of the house. I am older now and I know what's going on. The worst part? I cant distance myself now because I get lost, and if I get lost then I cant come back, and if I cant come back then I die because I have no resources."

Oryndor takes a big bite out of the cinnamon stick and as a result starts coughing because he had been grinding the other bits up into a powder in his mouth.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama— as gently as they can —slaps Oryndor's back a few times, so he doesn't get the cinnamon stuck to his mouth, then giving them a cup of tea for good measure.

They ponder a bit, sighing*

"... I cannot blame him for it. Just... Know it isn't your fault, you're his child, you're not responsible for him.

He'll take his time, and he'll come back. It's what I taught him to do. If he doesn't trust himself near you, perhaps it's better he shows up when he does. It takes someone to love you a lot to know when to distance themselves for your good"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Oof- ow- thank you..." They sip the tea, staring absently at a wall for a moment. "This isn't the first time it's happened, honestly. I don't remember what the next time is started by. I just remember being told I was old enough to be on my own.."

Oryndor rubs their jaw a bit. "I think that was around... Twelve years old? And uh. I think that when I accidentally came to the past that it was the first time I've spoken to Dad for more than a minute at a time since then."

They sip the tea again. "I know it's his coping mechanism, but he needs a better one. Truly. It's not healthy to isolate when upset."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"No, it's not healthy. But it's the safest one"

*they said somberly*

"... We are yet to meet anyone that could hope to survive a serious outburst of his.

I... Used, to have my ex husband for that. ... It wasn't a healthy relationship, he'd end up taking the brunt of my rage, but he didn't seem to mind it. It would spare the kids of my bad temper.

But Damien does not have that. So to avoid a serious outburst, the safest way has been isolation"

*they explained, sitting besides their grandchild*

".... It may be difficult to associate your parent with an aggressive person. It may not. I hope it is, even if he is one"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Again. Healthier coping mechanisms would probably fix things, also probably fixing the issue when it starts instead of letting it fester." Oryndor digs his nails into his palms. "I used to think it was normal to isolate. I wasnt taught what was a good coping mechanism or not. Not until my siblings started to age did I realize it wasn't good. I learned how to take care of myself so I could take care of them. Dad isolates. Their parents try but they aren't really good at taking care of young children, except for maybe Telamon.." Oryndor's nails break the skin of his palms. "Learning healthier coping mechanisms, and getting rid of issues when they form is the only real way to exist, is what I've really learned from books. I thought i could fix things when I got here, but I dont think I really can. Not anymore at least."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama sighed, shaking their head and lifting the half smoked cigarette*

"You're one to talk about healthier coping mechanisms"

*they chastised, throwing the thing into a trashcan*

"Child, because that's what you are, a child, how did you expect to fix adult problems when you don't even understand yourself? You're harming yourself while chastising your father for doing the same, burying yourself into the same issues he did. Have you not stopped to question where his burnout and crisis came from? You refuse to speak to your father, yet you hope he, somehow, miraculously, manages to fix himself just because you will it. For anything to change, one must take action, not sulk in a corner and glare your intentions at your parent.

Besides, do you even know what a healthy coping mechanism looks like?"

[smiling-anarchist]

Oryndor watches the cigarette go in the trashcan.. They would need to steal more later. "Healthy coping mechanisms is litreally anything other than what this family does." They tear at the wounds they had made in their hands. "And i do try and talk to Pa. He's just... Busy..... Always busy.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*They held their bleeding hands open to them*

"If you want your father to find healthy coping mechanisms so badly, try to find your own first. See if that's easy.

And have you really? Or did you just stand at the door hoping he'd notice you? He'd not ignore you if you called him.

Probably even now. I've seen him stop on his tracks to a crashout to help a younger you. I don't think you see the full picture, nor you'd be required to, but if you want to sulk so badly, at least change your point of view"

*they spoke sternly, never one to sugarcoat thing, healing the wounds in the young's hands*

"And don't do this. He'd break down crying if he found out"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ive gotten lost on purpose so that he would have to talk to me. It did not work." They blink st their hands. "Ah. Right. I forgot I do that sometimes.." They frown. "My point of view will not be changing. Everyone in this family needs better coping mechanisms, and i am the only one that seems to be actively attempting to get better ones."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, he did talk to you. Ever thought of simply walking up to him and going straight to the point?"

*they raised an eyebrow, starting to get annoyed at the kid's stubbornness.

They sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose*

"Gods, you're so painfully like him..."

[smiling-anarchist]

"Parents don't like it when you bring an issue straight to them. Usually gets kids grounded.." They chew on their nails. "I'm not... I am my own person."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You've watched too much TV..."

They grumble with a groan

"Never said you are him. Said you're painfully like him. There's a different, mago. And if you're not godsdamn talking to them I'm holding you hostage and calling 'em here"

*they pointed at the kid with a frown*

"Quit moping for once, you're like 16, don't act like you have the absolute truth, ya punk"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Sixteen-? Oh wait. My birthday did pass... I didnt even notice....mm.... I rarely use my phone unless it's to make phone calls or text people. I dont watch television. I read books." Oryndor blinks and rubs his now sharp nails into his skin. "Just because I dont know the absolute truth doesn't mean I can't identify issues."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well you're terrible at it"

*they huff*

"You look at everyone but yourself, and act as if you held the correct answer to all, when you don't even know the depth of the issue. I told your father to correct you more when you were smaller"

*they roll their eyes pinching the kid's cheek*

"You're not a damn therapist, lad. Stop tryin' to psychoanalyze your old man"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I look at myself, I see the cracks all the time. Smiling doesn't come easily." They huff and pull away. "I know the depth of the issues, the problem is that I dont know how to fix it. I cant fix anything if I was never taught how."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're a child. No one's going to teach you how to fix dumb adults that aren't fixing themselves"

*they growled*

"Put that through your thick skull, boy. Not your problems to deal with. You're asking too much of yourself and setting yourself for failure. You won't fix anything, you can't"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I want to fix things. If i can't fix things then I have no purpose."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. You don't need a purpose. Your life's worry should be, I don't fucking know, an upcoming test or something. Not your damn dad's future. Go be a child, you knucklehead"

*they grumbled, rubbing the teen's head roughly*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I dont have tests." They hiss and bite at Kurama. They do not like their head being touched. They should have tests. They should be in high-school. "I have no reason to be a child either."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. That's damn reason enough, ya brat"

*they hissed out in annoyance, the bite not even leaving a mark*

"Tsk, your dad's been too soft on you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"He has not been." They get up, no longer wanting to be near Kurama. Adults are stupid. Always. Stupid. Oryndor hates that about adults. They lack the braincells to understand his point of view.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama grabs the kid by the scruff, sitting them back down, ears pinning back in annoyance*

"Hey, watch it! We're not done here, do not walk off on me.

He has and your little attitude shows it, not respecting anyone that disagrees with you"

*they held Oryndor in place, pointing a finger at him. The teenager was the same size of a small child compared to them, it wasn't hard to hold them there*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I do respect people that disagree with me. I dont respect you. There is a difference." They hiss, trying to escape Kurama. "Let go of me! We are done! You're just a stupid adult that can't see anyone else's point of view!"

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama holds Oryndor in place as he squirms*

"Are you seriously going to throw a tantrum? Don't you have anything more subsequential to add to this?"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Whats the point in trying? Adults don't listen. You don't listen. I have no reason to continue trying to make a point to someone that refuses to see my logic."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they pinch the bridge of their nose, emitting a low growl*

"Listen here, brat, I'm a 4000 year old war raised monster, not a fucking family therapist. I've been out of my way to try and comprehend the hells you're even yapping about, but if you refuse to see past your own logic, we're bound to have a problem, because it is not correct"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I am correct. I am. Correct. You just can't see that. Wanna know why? Because you're not from the same time period as me! You don't see how all the issues stacked up because no one can deal with their emotions in a healthy way! I've seen it all! I'm not some stupid kid! I know what I'm talking about!"

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"I don't think you're correct because you have not seen everything!"

*they should, grabbing the kid by their shoulders*

"Last time you father didn't run off to self regulate he almost killed his sister!"

*they were staring right at Oryndor now, holding them down so they'd listen*

"Do you think he wants to be alone?!"

[smiling-anarchist]

"No! Thats why he needs a better coping mechanism! Running off is only going to hurt him more in the long run! I barely seen him for three years! That's not good! Hiding every time he gets upset isn't good! It's just going to hurt him! He needs a way to handle his emotions that doesnt require hiding away from everything! I know its possible, it just hasnt been found yet because hes not willing to change!" They bite Kurama again.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Godsdamnid it- KID! IT'S RUNNING OFF OR DESTROYING EVERYTHING!"

*they scream, trying to get it through Oryndor*

"The amount he has changed for the people up here is astonishing enough! You don't know how he used to be! It's running off, or destroying everything. You do not know your father, perhaps it's time you try. Actually try, stop dancing around the damn subject!"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Because he can't handle his own fucking enotions. Its stupid. Adults are stupid! 'He has changed so much already' WELL THATS NOT WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT. IM TALKING ABOUT COPING MECHANISMS AND HOW HIS IS SHITTY BECAUSE HE CANT CONTROL HIS FUCKING EMOTIONS! Ugh. Why am i even trying to talk to you. You're just a stupid adult." Oryndor hisses, kicking a bit. He yanks himself free and dissapears into a shadow.

[smiling-anarchist]

It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon..... Right? I can't remember.......

Fuck i need a smoke-

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

Mago? What happened this time around?

[smiling-anarchist]

Nothing, Olythor....

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You know your parent's opinion on smoking. I doubt you'd turn to it for nothing. Come on, give me that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah- no-" They turn and dart over to the closet, hiding inside it.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they sigh, eyebrow twitching in annoyance, as they walk up to the closet, prying the doors open with effort*

"You'll suffocate like that"

[smiling-anarchist]

They have smoked about half of the cigarette by now. "Ah... No?... I'll be fine.." They shrug. "I've smoked in smaller spaces before."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they yoink the kid under their arms, snuffing the cigarette out with their bare fingers, opening the windows and calling in a current of wind to make the room stop stinking*

"You're not smoking. Much less on a baby's room. You're coming with me and you'll talk about wha ails you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah fu- no my cigarette-! That was my last one." Oryndor struggles a bit. "No. No. Talking about it only makes it worse."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Worse for who?"

*they entered their room, sitting Oryndor down and handing them a stick of cinnamon*

"If you're not allergic, chew on that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Pa..." They take the stick of cinnamon and stare at it. They weren't sure they've ever had cinnamon before.... They start chewing on it. Sharp teffies. "Im not allergic as far as i am aware.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, I'm not your parent, I'm his mother"

*they sit crosslegged before Oryndor*

"So speak"

[smiling-anarchist]

"It..." They sigh and rub their eyes. "Hes doing the 'i am mad because I can not get help from anyone' thing because no one knows how to help him, which by the way includes himself, and he gets really angry and shit. When i was a kid I thought it was silly because I didn't understand what was going on, partially because neither Oliver nor Aries allowed me to see what was going on by keeping me out of the house. I am older now and I know what's going on. The worst part? I cant distance myself now because I get lost, and if I get lost then I cant come back, and if I cant come back then I die because I have no resources."

Oryndor takes a big bite out of the cinnamon stick and as a result starts coughing because he had been grinding the other bits up into a powder in his mouth.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama— as gently as they can —slaps Oryndor's back a few times, so he doesn't get the cinnamon stuck to his mouth, then giving them a cup of tea for good measure.

They ponder a bit, sighing*

"... I cannot blame him for it. Just... Know it isn't your fault, you're his child, you're not responsible for him.

He'll take his time, and he'll come back. It's what I taught him to do. If he doesn't trust himself near you, perhaps it's better he shows up when he does. It takes someone to love you a lot to know when to distance themselves for your good"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Oof- ow- thank you..." They sip the tea, staring absently at a wall for a moment. "This isn't the first time it's happened, honestly. I don't remember what the next time is started by. I just remember being told I was old enough to be on my own.."

Oryndor rubs their jaw a bit. "I think that was around... Twelve years old? And uh. I think that when I accidentally came to the past that it was the first time I've spoken to Dad for more than a minute at a time since then."

They sip the tea again. "I know it's his coping mechanism, but he needs a better one. Truly. It's not healthy to isolate when upset."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"No, it's not healthy. But it's the safest one"

*they said somberly*

"... We are yet to meet anyone that could hope to survive a serious outburst of his.

I... Used, to have my ex husband for that. ... It wasn't a healthy relationship, he'd end up taking the brunt of my rage, but he didn't seem to mind it. It would spare the kids of my bad temper.

But Damien does not have that. So to avoid a serious outburst, the safest way has been isolation"

*they explained, sitting besides their grandchild*

".... It may be difficult to associate your parent with an aggressive person. It may not. I hope it is, even if he is one"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Again. Healthier coping mechanisms would probably fix things, also probably fixing the issue when it starts instead of letting it fester." Oryndor digs his nails into his palms. "I used to think it was normal to isolate. I wasnt taught what was a good coping mechanism or not. Not until my siblings started to age did I realize it wasn't good. I learned how to take care of myself so I could take care of them. Dad isolates. Their parents try but they aren't really good at taking care of young children, except for maybe Telamon.." Oryndor's nails break the skin of his palms. "Learning healthier coping mechanisms, and getting rid of issues when they form is the only real way to exist, is what I've really learned from books. I thought i could fix things when I got here, but I dont think I really can. Not anymore at least."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama sighed, shaking their head and lifting the half smoked cigarette*

"You're one to talk about healthier coping mechanisms"

*they chastised, throwing the thing into a trashcan*

"Child, because that's what you are, a child, how did you expect to fix adult problems when you don't even understand yourself? You're harming yourself while chastising your father for doing the same, burying yourself into the same issues he did. Have you not stopped to question where his burnout and crisis came from? You refuse to speak to your father, yet you hope he, somehow, miraculously, manages to fix himself just because you will it. For anything to change, one must take action, not sulk in a corner and glare your intentions at your parent.

Besides, do you even know what a healthy coping mechanism looks like?"

[smiling-anarchist]

Oryndor watches the cigarette go in the trashcan.. They would need to steal more later. "Healthy coping mechanisms is litreally anything other than what this family does." They tear at the wounds they had made in their hands. "And i do try and talk to Pa. He's just... Busy..... Always busy.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*They held their bleeding hands open to them*

"If you want your father to find healthy coping mechanisms so badly, try to find your own first. See if that's easy.

And have you really? Or did you just stand at the door hoping he'd notice you? He'd not ignore you if you called him.

Probably even now. I've seen him stop on his tracks to a crashout to help a younger you. I don't think you see the full picture, nor you'd be required to, but if you want to sulk so badly, at least change your point of view"

*they spoke sternly, never one to sugarcoat thing, healing the wounds in the young's hands*

"And don't do this. He'd break down crying if he found out"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ive gotten lost on purpose so that he would have to talk to me. It did not work." They blink st their hands. "Ah. Right. I forgot I do that sometimes.." They frown. "My point of view will not be changing. Everyone in this family needs better coping mechanisms, and i am the only one that seems to be actively attempting to get better ones."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, he did talk to you. Ever thought of simply walking up to him and going straight to the point?"

*they raised an eyebrow, starting to get annoyed at the kid's stubbornness.

They sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose*

"Gods, you're so painfully like him..."

[smiling-anarchist]

"Parents don't like it when you bring an issue straight to them. Usually gets kids grounded.." They chew on their nails. "I'm not... I am my own person."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You've watched too much TV..."

They grumble with a groan

"Never said you are him. Said you're painfully like him. There's a different, mago. And if you're not godsdamn talking to them I'm holding you hostage and calling 'em here"

*they pointed at the kid with a frown*

"Quit moping for once, you're like 16, don't act like you have the absolute truth, ya punk"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Sixteen-? Oh wait. My birthday did pass... I didnt even notice....mm.... I rarely use my phone unless it's to make phone calls or text people. I dont watch television. I read books." Oryndor blinks and rubs his now sharp nails into his skin. "Just because I dont know the absolute truth doesn't mean I can't identify issues."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well you're terrible at it"

*they huff*

"You look at everyone but yourself, and act as if you held the correct answer to all, when you don't even know the depth of the issue. I told your father to correct you more when you were smaller"

*they roll their eyes pinching the kid's cheek*

"You're not a damn therapist, lad. Stop tryin' to psychoanalyze your old man"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I look at myself, I see the cracks all the time. Smiling doesn't come easily." They huff and pull away. "I know the depth of the issues, the problem is that I dont know how to fix it. I cant fix anything if I was never taught how."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're a child. No one's going to teach you how to fix dumb adults that aren't fixing themselves"

*they growled*

"Put that through your thick skull, boy. Not your problems to deal with. You're asking too much of yourself and setting yourself for failure. You won't fix anything, you can't"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I want to fix things. If i can't fix things then I have no purpose."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. You don't need a purpose. Your life's worry should be, I don't fucking know, an upcoming test or something. Not your damn dad's future. Go be a child, you knucklehead"

*they grumbled, rubbing the teen's head roughly*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I dont have tests." They hiss and bite at Kurama. They do not like their head being touched. They should have tests. They should be in high-school. "I have no reason to be a child either."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. That's damn reason enough, ya brat"

*they hissed out in annoyance, the bite not even leaving a mark*

"Tsk, your dad's been too soft on you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"He has not been." They get up, no longer wanting to be near Kurama. Adults are stupid. Always. Stupid. Oryndor hates that about adults. They lack the braincells to understand his point of view.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama grabs the kid by the scruff, sitting them back down, ears pinning back in annoyance*

"Hey, watch it! We're not done here, do not walk off on me.

He has and your little attitude shows it, not respecting anyone that disagrees with you"

*they held Oryndor in place, pointing a finger at him. The teenager was the same size of a small child compared to them, it wasn't hard to hold them there*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I do respect people that disagree with me. I dont respect you. There is a difference." They hiss, trying to escape Kurama. "Let go of me! We are done! You're just a stupid adult that can't see anyone else's point of view!"

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama holds Oryndor in place as he squirms*

"Are you seriously going to throw a tantrum? Don't you have anything more subsequential to add to this?"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Whats the point in trying? Adults don't listen. You don't listen. I have no reason to continue trying to make a point to someone that refuses to see my logic."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they pinch the bridge of their nose, emitting a low growl*

"Listen here, brat, I'm a 4000 year old war raised monster, not a fucking family therapist. I've been out of my way to try and comprehend the hells you're even yapping about, but if you refuse to see past your own logic, we're bound to have a problem, because it is not correct"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I am correct. I am. Correct. You just can't see that. Wanna know why? Because you're not from the same time period as me! You don't see how all the issues stacked up because no one can deal with their emotions in a healthy way! I've seen it all! I'm not some stupid kid! I know what I'm talking about!"

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"I don't think you're correct because you have not seen everything!"

*they should, grabbing the kid by their shoulders*

"Last time you father didn't run off to self regulate he almost killed his sister!"

*they were staring right at Oryndor now, holding them down so they'd listen*

"Do you think he wants to be alone?!"

[smiling-anarchist]

"No! Thats why he needs a better coping mechanism! Running off is only going to hurt him more in the long run! I barely seen him for three years! That's not good! Hiding every time he gets upset isn't good! It's just going to hurt him! He needs a way to handle his emotions that doesnt require hiding away from everything! I know its possible, it just hasnt been found yet because hes not willing to change!" They bite Kurama again.

[smiling-anarchist]

It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon..... Right? I can't remember.......

Fuck i need a smoke-

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

Mago? What happened this time around?

[smiling-anarchist]

Nothing, Olythor....

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You know your parent's opinion on smoking. I doubt you'd turn to it for nothing. Come on, give me that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah- no-" They turn and dart over to the closet, hiding inside it.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they sigh, eyebrow twitching in annoyance, as they walk up to the closet, prying the doors open with effort*

"You'll suffocate like that"

[smiling-anarchist]

They have smoked about half of the cigarette by now. "Ah... No?... I'll be fine.." They shrug. "I've smoked in smaller spaces before."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they yoink the kid under their arms, snuffing the cigarette out with their bare fingers, opening the windows and calling in a current of wind to make the room stop stinking*

"You're not smoking. Much less on a baby's room. You're coming with me and you'll talk about wha ails you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah fu- no my cigarette-! That was my last one." Oryndor struggles a bit. "No. No. Talking about it only makes it worse."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Worse for who?"

*they entered their room, sitting Oryndor down and handing them a stick of cinnamon*

"If you're not allergic, chew on that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Pa..." They take the stick of cinnamon and stare at it. They weren't sure they've ever had cinnamon before.... They start chewing on it. Sharp teffies. "Im not allergic as far as i am aware.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, I'm not your parent, I'm his mother"

*they sit crosslegged before Oryndor*

"So speak"

[smiling-anarchist]

"It..." They sigh and rub their eyes. "Hes doing the 'i am mad because I can not get help from anyone' thing because no one knows how to help him, which by the way includes himself, and he gets really angry and shit. When i was a kid I thought it was silly because I didn't understand what was going on, partially because neither Oliver nor Aries allowed me to see what was going on by keeping me out of the house. I am older now and I know what's going on. The worst part? I cant distance myself now because I get lost, and if I get lost then I cant come back, and if I cant come back then I die because I have no resources."

Oryndor takes a big bite out of the cinnamon stick and as a result starts coughing because he had been grinding the other bits up into a powder in his mouth.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama— as gently as they can —slaps Oryndor's back a few times, so he doesn't get the cinnamon stuck to his mouth, then giving them a cup of tea for good measure.

They ponder a bit, sighing*

"... I cannot blame him for it. Just... Know it isn't your fault, you're his child, you're not responsible for him.

He'll take his time, and he'll come back. It's what I taught him to do. If he doesn't trust himself near you, perhaps it's better he shows up when he does. It takes someone to love you a lot to know when to distance themselves for your good"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Oof- ow- thank you..." They sip the tea, staring absently at a wall for a moment. "This isn't the first time it's happened, honestly. I don't remember what the next time is started by. I just remember being told I was old enough to be on my own.."

Oryndor rubs their jaw a bit. "I think that was around... Twelve years old? And uh. I think that when I accidentally came to the past that it was the first time I've spoken to Dad for more than a minute at a time since then."

They sip the tea again. "I know it's his coping mechanism, but he needs a better one. Truly. It's not healthy to isolate when upset."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"No, it's not healthy. But it's the safest one"

*they said somberly*

"... We are yet to meet anyone that could hope to survive a serious outburst of his.

I... Used, to have my ex husband for that. ... It wasn't a healthy relationship, he'd end up taking the brunt of my rage, but he didn't seem to mind it. It would spare the kids of my bad temper.

But Damien does not have that. So to avoid a serious outburst, the safest way has been isolation"

*they explained, sitting besides their grandchild*

".... It may be difficult to associate your parent with an aggressive person. It may not. I hope it is, even if he is one"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Again. Healthier coping mechanisms would probably fix things, also probably fixing the issue when it starts instead of letting it fester." Oryndor digs his nails into his palms. "I used to think it was normal to isolate. I wasnt taught what was a good coping mechanism or not. Not until my siblings started to age did I realize it wasn't good. I learned how to take care of myself so I could take care of them. Dad isolates. Their parents try but they aren't really good at taking care of young children, except for maybe Telamon.." Oryndor's nails break the skin of his palms. "Learning healthier coping mechanisms, and getting rid of issues when they form is the only real way to exist, is what I've really learned from books. I thought i could fix things when I got here, but I dont think I really can. Not anymore at least."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama sighed, shaking their head and lifting the half smoked cigarette*

"You're one to talk about healthier coping mechanisms"

*they chastised, throwing the thing into a trashcan*

"Child, because that's what you are, a child, how did you expect to fix adult problems when you don't even understand yourself? You're harming yourself while chastising your father for doing the same, burying yourself into the same issues he did. Have you not stopped to question where his burnout and crisis came from? You refuse to speak to your father, yet you hope he, somehow, miraculously, manages to fix himself just because you will it. For anything to change, one must take action, not sulk in a corner and glare your intentions at your parent.

Besides, do you even know what a healthy coping mechanism looks like?"

[smiling-anarchist]

Oryndor watches the cigarette go in the trashcan.. They would need to steal more later. "Healthy coping mechanisms is litreally anything other than what this family does." They tear at the wounds they had made in their hands. "And i do try and talk to Pa. He's just... Busy..... Always busy.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*They held their bleeding hands open to them*

"If you want your father to find healthy coping mechanisms so badly, try to find your own first. See if that's easy.

And have you really? Or did you just stand at the door hoping he'd notice you? He'd not ignore you if you called him.

Probably even now. I've seen him stop on his tracks to a crashout to help a younger you. I don't think you see the full picture, nor you'd be required to, but if you want to sulk so badly, at least change your point of view"

*they spoke sternly, never one to sugarcoat thing, healing the wounds in the young's hands*

"And don't do this. He'd break down crying if he found out"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ive gotten lost on purpose so that he would have to talk to me. It did not work." They blink st their hands. "Ah. Right. I forgot I do that sometimes.." They frown. "My point of view will not be changing. Everyone in this family needs better coping mechanisms, and i am the only one that seems to be actively attempting to get better ones."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, he did talk to you. Ever thought of simply walking up to him and going straight to the point?"

*they raised an eyebrow, starting to get annoyed at the kid's stubbornness.

They sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose*

"Gods, you're so painfully like him..."

[smiling-anarchist]

"Parents don't like it when you bring an issue straight to them. Usually gets kids grounded.." They chew on their nails. "I'm not... I am my own person."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You've watched too much TV..."

They grumble with a groan

"Never said you are him. Said you're painfully like him. There's a different, mago. And if you're not godsdamn talking to them I'm holding you hostage and calling 'em here"

*they pointed at the kid with a frown*

"Quit moping for once, you're like 16, don't act like you have the absolute truth, ya punk"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Sixteen-? Oh wait. My birthday did pass... I didnt even notice....mm.... I rarely use my phone unless it's to make phone calls or text people. I dont watch television. I read books." Oryndor blinks and rubs his now sharp nails into his skin. "Just because I dont know the absolute truth doesn't mean I can't identify issues."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well you're terrible at it"

*they huff*

"You look at everyone but yourself, and act as if you held the correct answer to all, when you don't even know the depth of the issue. I told your father to correct you more when you were smaller"

*they roll their eyes pinching the kid's cheek*

"You're not a damn therapist, lad. Stop tryin' to psychoanalyze your old man"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I look at myself, I see the cracks all the time. Smiling doesn't come easily." They huff and pull away. "I know the depth of the issues, the problem is that I dont know how to fix it. I cant fix anything if I was never taught how."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're a child. No one's going to teach you how to fix dumb adults that aren't fixing themselves"

*they growled*

"Put that through your thick skull, boy. Not your problems to deal with. You're asking too much of yourself and setting yourself for failure. You won't fix anything, you can't"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I want to fix things. If i can't fix things then I have no purpose."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. You don't need a purpose. Your life's worry should be, I don't fucking know, an upcoming test or something. Not your damn dad's future. Go be a child, you knucklehead"

*they grumbled, rubbing the teen's head roughly*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I dont have tests." They hiss and bite at Kurama. They do not like their head being touched. They should have tests. They should be in high-school. "I have no reason to be a child either."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. That's damn reason enough, ya brat"

*they hissed out in annoyance, the bite not even leaving a mark*

"Tsk, your dad's been too soft on you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"He has not been." They get up, no longer wanting to be near Kurama. Adults are stupid. Always. Stupid. Oryndor hates that about adults. They lack the braincells to understand his point of view.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama grabs the kid by the scruff, sitting them back down, ears pinning back in annoyance*

"Hey, watch it! We're not done here, do not walk off on me.

He has and your little attitude shows it, not respecting anyone that disagrees with you"

*they held Oryndor in place, pointing a finger at him. The teenager was the same size of a small child compared to them, it wasn't hard to hold them there*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I do respect people that disagree with me. I dont respect you. There is a difference." They hiss, trying to escape Kurama. "Let go of me! We are done! You're just a stupid adult that can't see anyone else's point of view!"

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama holds Oryndor in place as he squirms*

"Are you seriously going to throw a tantrum? Don't you have anything more subsequential to add to this?"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Whats the point in trying? Adults don't listen. You don't listen. I have no reason to continue trying to make a point to someone that refuses to see my logic."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they pinch the bridge of their nose, emitting a low growl*

"Listen here, brat, I'm a 4000 year old war raised monster, not a fucking family therapist. I've been out of my way to try and comprehend the hells you're even yapping about, but if you refuse to see past your own logic, we're bound to have a problem, because it is not correct"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I am correct. I am. Correct. You just can't see that. Wanna know why? Because you're not from the same time period as me! You don't see how all the issues stacked up because no one can deal with their emotions in a healthy way! I've seen it all! I'm not some stupid kid! I know what I'm talking about!"

[smiling-anarchist]

It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon..... Right? I can't remember.......

Fuck i need a smoke-

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

Mago? What happened this time around?

[smiling-anarchist]

Nothing, Olythor....

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You know your parent's opinion on smoking. I doubt you'd turn to it for nothing. Come on, give me that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah- no-" They turn and dart over to the closet, hiding inside it.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they sigh, eyebrow twitching in annoyance, as they walk up to the closet, prying the doors open with effort*

"You'll suffocate like that"

[smiling-anarchist]

They have smoked about half of the cigarette by now. "Ah... No?... I'll be fine.." They shrug. "I've smoked in smaller spaces before."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they yoink the kid under their arms, snuffing the cigarette out with their bare fingers, opening the windows and calling in a current of wind to make the room stop stinking*

"You're not smoking. Much less on a baby's room. You're coming with me and you'll talk about wha ails you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah fu- no my cigarette-! That was my last one." Oryndor struggles a bit. "No. No. Talking about it only makes it worse."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Worse for who?"

*they entered their room, sitting Oryndor down and handing them a stick of cinnamon*

"If you're not allergic, chew on that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Pa..." They take the stick of cinnamon and stare at it. They weren't sure they've ever had cinnamon before.... They start chewing on it. Sharp teffies. "Im not allergic as far as i am aware.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, I'm not your parent, I'm his mother"

*they sit crosslegged before Oryndor*

"So speak"

[smiling-anarchist]

"It..." They sigh and rub their eyes. "Hes doing the 'i am mad because I can not get help from anyone' thing because no one knows how to help him, which by the way includes himself, and he gets really angry and shit. When i was a kid I thought it was silly because I didn't understand what was going on, partially because neither Oliver nor Aries allowed me to see what was going on by keeping me out of the house. I am older now and I know what's going on. The worst part? I cant distance myself now because I get lost, and if I get lost then I cant come back, and if I cant come back then I die because I have no resources."

Oryndor takes a big bite out of the cinnamon stick and as a result starts coughing because he had been grinding the other bits up into a powder in his mouth.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama— as gently as they can —slaps Oryndor's back a few times, so he doesn't get the cinnamon stuck to his mouth, then giving them a cup of tea for good measure.

They ponder a bit, sighing*

"... I cannot blame him for it. Just... Know it isn't your fault, you're his child, you're not responsible for him.

He'll take his time, and he'll come back. It's what I taught him to do. If he doesn't trust himself near you, perhaps it's better he shows up when he does. It takes someone to love you a lot to know when to distance themselves for your good"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Oof- ow- thank you..." They sip the tea, staring absently at a wall for a moment. "This isn't the first time it's happened, honestly. I don't remember what the next time is started by. I just remember being told I was old enough to be on my own.."

Oryndor rubs their jaw a bit. "I think that was around... Twelve years old? And uh. I think that when I accidentally came to the past that it was the first time I've spoken to Dad for more than a minute at a time since then."

They sip the tea again. "I know it's his coping mechanism, but he needs a better one. Truly. It's not healthy to isolate when upset."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"No, it's not healthy. But it's the safest one"

*they said somberly*

"... We are yet to meet anyone that could hope to survive a serious outburst of his.

I... Used, to have my ex husband for that. ... It wasn't a healthy relationship, he'd end up taking the brunt of my rage, but he didn't seem to mind it. It would spare the kids of my bad temper.

But Damien does not have that. So to avoid a serious outburst, the safest way has been isolation"

*they explained, sitting besides their grandchild*

".... It may be difficult to associate your parent with an aggressive person. It may not. I hope it is, even if he is one"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Again. Healthier coping mechanisms would probably fix things, also probably fixing the issue when it starts instead of letting it fester." Oryndor digs his nails into his palms. "I used to think it was normal to isolate. I wasnt taught what was a good coping mechanism or not. Not until my siblings started to age did I realize it wasn't good. I learned how to take care of myself so I could take care of them. Dad isolates. Their parents try but they aren't really good at taking care of young children, except for maybe Telamon.." Oryndor's nails break the skin of his palms. "Learning healthier coping mechanisms, and getting rid of issues when they form is the only real way to exist, is what I've really learned from books. I thought i could fix things when I got here, but I dont think I really can. Not anymore at least."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama sighed, shaking their head and lifting the half smoked cigarette*

"You're one to talk about healthier coping mechanisms"

*they chastised, throwing the thing into a trashcan*

"Child, because that's what you are, a child, how did you expect to fix adult problems when you don't even understand yourself? You're harming yourself while chastising your father for doing the same, burying yourself into the same issues he did. Have you not stopped to question where his burnout and crisis came from? You refuse to speak to your father, yet you hope he, somehow, miraculously, manages to fix himself just because you will it. For anything to change, one must take action, not sulk in a corner and glare your intentions at your parent.

Besides, do you even know what a healthy coping mechanism looks like?"

[smiling-anarchist]

Oryndor watches the cigarette go in the trashcan.. They would need to steal more later. "Healthy coping mechanisms is litreally anything other than what this family does." They tear at the wounds they had made in their hands. "And i do try and talk to Pa. He's just... Busy..... Always busy.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*They held their bleeding hands open to them*

"If you want your father to find healthy coping mechanisms so badly, try to find your own first. See if that's easy.

And have you really? Or did you just stand at the door hoping he'd notice you? He'd not ignore you if you called him.

Probably even now. I've seen him stop on his tracks to a crashout to help a younger you. I don't think you see the full picture, nor you'd be required to, but if you want to sulk so badly, at least change your point of view"

*they spoke sternly, never one to sugarcoat thing, healing the wounds in the young's hands*

"And don't do this. He'd break down crying if he found out"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ive gotten lost on purpose so that he would have to talk to me. It did not work." They blink st their hands. "Ah. Right. I forgot I do that sometimes.." They frown. "My point of view will not be changing. Everyone in this family needs better coping mechanisms, and i am the only one that seems to be actively attempting to get better ones."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, he did talk to you. Ever thought of simply walking up to him and going straight to the point?"

*they raised an eyebrow, starting to get annoyed at the kid's stubbornness.

They sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose*

"Gods, you're so painfully like him..."

[smiling-anarchist]

"Parents don't like it when you bring an issue straight to them. Usually gets kids grounded.." They chew on their nails. "I'm not... I am my own person."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You've watched too much TV..."

They grumble with a groan

"Never said you are him. Said you're painfully like him. There's a different, mago. And if you're not godsdamn talking to them I'm holding you hostage and calling 'em here"

*they pointed at the kid with a frown*

"Quit moping for once, you're like 16, don't act like you have the absolute truth, ya punk"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Sixteen-? Oh wait. My birthday did pass... I didnt even notice....mm.... I rarely use my phone unless it's to make phone calls or text people. I dont watch television. I read books." Oryndor blinks and rubs his now sharp nails into his skin. "Just because I dont know the absolute truth doesn't mean I can't identify issues."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well you're terrible at it"

*they huff*

"You look at everyone but yourself, and act as if you held the correct answer to all, when you don't even know the depth of the issue. I told your father to correct you more when you were smaller"

*they roll their eyes pinching the kid's cheek*

"You're not a damn therapist, lad. Stop tryin' to psychoanalyze your old man"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I look at myself, I see the cracks all the time. Smiling doesn't come easily." They huff and pull away. "I know the depth of the issues, the problem is that I dont know how to fix it. I cant fix anything if I was never taught how."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're a child. No one's going to teach you how to fix dumb adults that aren't fixing themselves"

*they growled*

"Put that through your thick skull, boy. Not your problems to deal with. You're asking too much of yourself and setting yourself for failure. You won't fix anything, you can't"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I want to fix things. If i can't fix things then I have no purpose."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. You don't need a purpose. Your life's worry should be, I don't fucking know, an upcoming test or something. Not your damn dad's future. Go be a child, you knucklehead"

*they grumbled, rubbing the teen's head roughly*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I dont have tests." They hiss and bite at Kurama. They do not like their head being touched. They should have tests. They should be in high-school. "I have no reason to be a child either."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. That's damn reason enough, ya brat"

*they hissed out in annoyance, the bite not even leaving a mark*

"Tsk, your dad's been too soft on you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"He has not been." They get up, no longer wanting to be near Kurama. Adults are stupid. Always. Stupid. Oryndor hates that about adults. They lack the braincells to understand his point of view.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama grabs the kid by the scruff, sitting them back down, ears pinning back in annoyance*

"Hey, watch it! We're not done here, do not walk off on me.

He has and your little attitude shows it, not respecting anyone that disagrees with you"

*they held Oryndor in place, pointing a finger at him. The teenager was the same size of a small child compared to them, it wasn't hard to hold them there*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I do respect people that disagree with me. I dont respect you. There is a difference." They hiss, trying to escape Kurama. "Let go of me! We are done! You're just a stupid adult that can't see anyone else's point of view!"

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama holds Oryndor in place as he squirms*

"Are you seriously going to throw a tantrum? Don't you have anything more subsequential to add to this?"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Whats the point in trying? Adults don't listen. You don't listen. I have no reason to continue trying to make a point to someone that refuses to see my logic."

[smiling-anarchist]

It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon..... Right? I can't remember.......

Fuck i need a smoke-

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

Mago? What happened this time around?

[smiling-anarchist]

Nothing, Olythor....

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You know your parent's opinion on smoking. I doubt you'd turn to it for nothing. Come on, give me that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah- no-" They turn and dart over to the closet, hiding inside it.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they sigh, eyebrow twitching in annoyance, as they walk up to the closet, prying the doors open with effort*

"You'll suffocate like that"

[smiling-anarchist]

They have smoked about half of the cigarette by now. "Ah... No?... I'll be fine.." They shrug. "I've smoked in smaller spaces before."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they yoink the kid under their arms, snuffing the cigarette out with their bare fingers, opening the windows and calling in a current of wind to make the room stop stinking*

"You're not smoking. Much less on a baby's room. You're coming with me and you'll talk about wha ails you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah fu- no my cigarette-! That was my last one." Oryndor struggles a bit. "No. No. Talking about it only makes it worse."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Worse for who?"

*they entered their room, sitting Oryndor down and handing them a stick of cinnamon*

"If you're not allergic, chew on that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Pa..." They take the stick of cinnamon and stare at it. They weren't sure they've ever had cinnamon before.... They start chewing on it. Sharp teffies. "Im not allergic as far as i am aware.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, I'm not your parent, I'm his mother"

*they sit crosslegged before Oryndor*

"So speak"

[smiling-anarchist]

"It..." They sigh and rub their eyes. "Hes doing the 'i am mad because I can not get help from anyone' thing because no one knows how to help him, which by the way includes himself, and he gets really angry and shit. When i was a kid I thought it was silly because I didn't understand what was going on, partially because neither Oliver nor Aries allowed me to see what was going on by keeping me out of the house. I am older now and I know what's going on. The worst part? I cant distance myself now because I get lost, and if I get lost then I cant come back, and if I cant come back then I die because I have no resources."

Oryndor takes a big bite out of the cinnamon stick and as a result starts coughing because he had been grinding the other bits up into a powder in his mouth.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama— as gently as they can —slaps Oryndor's back a few times, so he doesn't get the cinnamon stuck to his mouth, then giving them a cup of tea for good measure.

They ponder a bit, sighing*

"... I cannot blame him for it. Just... Know it isn't your fault, you're his child, you're not responsible for him.

He'll take his time, and he'll come back. It's what I taught him to do. If he doesn't trust himself near you, perhaps it's better he shows up when he does. It takes someone to love you a lot to know when to distance themselves for your good"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Oof- ow- thank you..." They sip the tea, staring absently at a wall for a moment. "This isn't the first time it's happened, honestly. I don't remember what the next time is started by. I just remember being told I was old enough to be on my own.."

Oryndor rubs their jaw a bit. "I think that was around... Twelve years old? And uh. I think that when I accidentally came to the past that it was the first time I've spoken to Dad for more than a minute at a time since then."

They sip the tea again. "I know it's his coping mechanism, but he needs a better one. Truly. It's not healthy to isolate when upset."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"No, it's not healthy. But it's the safest one"

*they said somberly*

"... We are yet to meet anyone that could hope to survive a serious outburst of his.

I... Used, to have my ex husband for that. ... It wasn't a healthy relationship, he'd end up taking the brunt of my rage, but he didn't seem to mind it. It would spare the kids of my bad temper.

But Damien does not have that. So to avoid a serious outburst, the safest way has been isolation"

*they explained, sitting besides their grandchild*

".... It may be difficult to associate your parent with an aggressive person. It may not. I hope it is, even if he is one"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Again. Healthier coping mechanisms would probably fix things, also probably fixing the issue when it starts instead of letting it fester." Oryndor digs his nails into his palms. "I used to think it was normal to isolate. I wasnt taught what was a good coping mechanism or not. Not until my siblings started to age did I realize it wasn't good. I learned how to take care of myself so I could take care of them. Dad isolates. Their parents try but they aren't really good at taking care of young children, except for maybe Telamon.." Oryndor's nails break the skin of his palms. "Learning healthier coping mechanisms, and getting rid of issues when they form is the only real way to exist, is what I've really learned from books. I thought i could fix things when I got here, but I dont think I really can. Not anymore at least."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama sighed, shaking their head and lifting the half smoked cigarette*

"You're one to talk about healthier coping mechanisms"

*they chastised, throwing the thing into a trashcan*

"Child, because that's what you are, a child, how did you expect to fix adult problems when you don't even understand yourself? You're harming yourself while chastising your father for doing the same, burying yourself into the same issues he did. Have you not stopped to question where his burnout and crisis came from? You refuse to speak to your father, yet you hope he, somehow, miraculously, manages to fix himself just because you will it. For anything to change, one must take action, not sulk in a corner and glare your intentions at your parent.

Besides, do you even know what a healthy coping mechanism looks like?"

[smiling-anarchist]

Oryndor watches the cigarette go in the trashcan.. They would need to steal more later. "Healthy coping mechanisms is litreally anything other than what this family does." They tear at the wounds they had made in their hands. "And i do try and talk to Pa. He's just... Busy..... Always busy.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*They held their bleeding hands open to them*

"If you want your father to find healthy coping mechanisms so badly, try to find your own first. See if that's easy.

And have you really? Or did you just stand at the door hoping he'd notice you? He'd not ignore you if you called him.

Probably even now. I've seen him stop on his tracks to a crashout to help a younger you. I don't think you see the full picture, nor you'd be required to, but if you want to sulk so badly, at least change your point of view"

*they spoke sternly, never one to sugarcoat thing, healing the wounds in the young's hands*

"And don't do this. He'd break down crying if he found out"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ive gotten lost on purpose so that he would have to talk to me. It did not work." They blink st their hands. "Ah. Right. I forgot I do that sometimes.." They frown. "My point of view will not be changing. Everyone in this family needs better coping mechanisms, and i am the only one that seems to be actively attempting to get better ones."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, he did talk to you. Ever thought of simply walking up to him and going straight to the point?"

*they raised an eyebrow, starting to get annoyed at the kid's stubbornness.

They sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose*

"Gods, you're so painfully like him..."

[smiling-anarchist]

"Parents don't like it when you bring an issue straight to them. Usually gets kids grounded.." They chew on their nails. "I'm not... I am my own person."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You've watched too much TV..."

They grumble with a groan

"Never said you are him. Said you're painfully like him. There's a different, mago. And if you're not godsdamn talking to them I'm holding you hostage and calling 'em here"

*they pointed at the kid with a frown*

"Quit moping for once, you're like 16, don't act like you have the absolute truth, ya punk"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Sixteen-? Oh wait. My birthday did pass... I didnt even notice....mm.... I rarely use my phone unless it's to make phone calls or text people. I dont watch television. I read books." Oryndor blinks and rubs his now sharp nails into his skin. "Just because I dont know the absolute truth doesn't mean I can't identify issues."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well you're terrible at it"

*they huff*

"You look at everyone but yourself, and act as if you held the correct answer to all, when you don't even know the depth of the issue. I told your father to correct you more when you were smaller"

*they roll their eyes pinching the kid's cheek*

"You're not a damn therapist, lad. Stop tryin' to psychoanalyze your old man"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I look at myself, I see the cracks all the time. Smiling doesn't come easily." They huff and pull away. "I know the depth of the issues, the problem is that I dont know how to fix it. I cant fix anything if I was never taught how."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're a child. No one's going to teach you how to fix dumb adults that aren't fixing themselves"

*they growled*

"Put that through your thick skull, boy. Not your problems to deal with. You're asking too much of yourself and setting yourself for failure. You won't fix anything, you can't"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I want to fix things. If i can't fix things then I have no purpose."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. You don't need a purpose. Your life's worry should be, I don't fucking know, an upcoming test or something. Not your damn dad's future. Go be a child, you knucklehead"

*they grumbled, rubbing the teen's head roughly*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I dont have tests." They hiss and bite at Kurama. They do not like their head being touched. They should have tests. They should be in high-school. "I have no reason to be a child either."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. That's damn reason enough, ya brat"

*they hissed out in annoyance, the bite not even leaving a mark*

"Tsk, your dad's been too soft on you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"He has not been." They get up, no longer wanting to be near Kurama. Adults are stupid. Always. Stupid. Oryndor hates that about adults. They lack the braincells to understand his point of view.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama grabs the kid by the scruff, sitting them back down, ears pinning back in annoyance*

"Hey, watch it! We're not done here, do not walk off on me.

He has and your little attitude shows it, not respecting anyone that disagrees with you"

*they held Oryndor in place, pointing a finger at him. The teenager was the same size of a small child compared to them, it wasn't hard to hold them there*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I do respect people that disagree with me. I dont respect you. There is a difference." They hiss, trying to escape Kurama. "Let go of me! We are done! You're just a stupid adult that can't see anyone else's point of view!"

[smiling-anarchist]

Your grandma's right, you know?

Have you stopped to consider your dad's autistic, besides.... Everything else?? How the hell is he supposed to guess what you want if you don't tell him?

I have. How am I supposed to talk with him if he does not spare me anytime to speak with him?

My grandmother is not correct. They are part of the reason he is like this.

[smiling-anarchist]

It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon..... Right? I can't remember.......

Fuck i need a smoke-

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

Mago? What happened this time around?

[smiling-anarchist]

Nothing, Olythor....

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You know your parent's opinion on smoking. I doubt you'd turn to it for nothing. Come on, give me that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah- no-" They turn and dart over to the closet, hiding inside it.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they sigh, eyebrow twitching in annoyance, as they walk up to the closet, prying the doors open with effort*

"You'll suffocate like that"

[smiling-anarchist]

They have smoked about half of the cigarette by now. "Ah... No?... I'll be fine.." They shrug. "I've smoked in smaller spaces before."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they yoink the kid under their arms, snuffing the cigarette out with their bare fingers, opening the windows and calling in a current of wind to make the room stop stinking*

"You're not smoking. Much less on a baby's room. You're coming with me and you'll talk about wha ails you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah fu- no my cigarette-! That was my last one." Oryndor struggles a bit. "No. No. Talking about it only makes it worse."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Worse for who?"

*they entered their room, sitting Oryndor down and handing them a stick of cinnamon*

"If you're not allergic, chew on that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Pa..." They take the stick of cinnamon and stare at it. They weren't sure they've ever had cinnamon before.... They start chewing on it. Sharp teffies. "Im not allergic as far as i am aware.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, I'm not your parent, I'm his mother"

*they sit crosslegged before Oryndor*

"So speak"

[smiling-anarchist]

"It..." They sigh and rub their eyes. "Hes doing the 'i am mad because I can not get help from anyone' thing because no one knows how to help him, which by the way includes himself, and he gets really angry and shit. When i was a kid I thought it was silly because I didn't understand what was going on, partially because neither Oliver nor Aries allowed me to see what was going on by keeping me out of the house. I am older now and I know what's going on. The worst part? I cant distance myself now because I get lost, and if I get lost then I cant come back, and if I cant come back then I die because I have no resources."

Oryndor takes a big bite out of the cinnamon stick and as a result starts coughing because he had been grinding the other bits up into a powder in his mouth.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama— as gently as they can —slaps Oryndor's back a few times, so he doesn't get the cinnamon stuck to his mouth, then giving them a cup of tea for good measure.

They ponder a bit, sighing*

"... I cannot blame him for it. Just... Know it isn't your fault, you're his child, you're not responsible for him.

He'll take his time, and he'll come back. It's what I taught him to do. If he doesn't trust himself near you, perhaps it's better he shows up when he does. It takes someone to love you a lot to know when to distance themselves for your good"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Oof- ow- thank you..." They sip the tea, staring absently at a wall for a moment. "This isn't the first time it's happened, honestly. I don't remember what the next time is started by. I just remember being told I was old enough to be on my own.."

Oryndor rubs their jaw a bit. "I think that was around... Twelve years old? And uh. I think that when I accidentally came to the past that it was the first time I've spoken to Dad for more than a minute at a time since then."

They sip the tea again. "I know it's his coping mechanism, but he needs a better one. Truly. It's not healthy to isolate when upset."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"No, it's not healthy. But it's the safest one"

*they said somberly*

"... We are yet to meet anyone that could hope to survive a serious outburst of his.

I... Used, to have my ex husband for that. ... It wasn't a healthy relationship, he'd end up taking the brunt of my rage, but he didn't seem to mind it. It would spare the kids of my bad temper.

But Damien does not have that. So to avoid a serious outburst, the safest way has been isolation"

*they explained, sitting besides their grandchild*

".... It may be difficult to associate your parent with an aggressive person. It may not. I hope it is, even if he is one"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Again. Healthier coping mechanisms would probably fix things, also probably fixing the issue when it starts instead of letting it fester." Oryndor digs his nails into his palms. "I used to think it was normal to isolate. I wasnt taught what was a good coping mechanism or not. Not until my siblings started to age did I realize it wasn't good. I learned how to take care of myself so I could take care of them. Dad isolates. Their parents try but they aren't really good at taking care of young children, except for maybe Telamon.." Oryndor's nails break the skin of his palms. "Learning healthier coping mechanisms, and getting rid of issues when they form is the only real way to exist, is what I've really learned from books. I thought i could fix things when I got here, but I dont think I really can. Not anymore at least."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama sighed, shaking their head and lifting the half smoked cigarette*

"You're one to talk about healthier coping mechanisms"

*they chastised, throwing the thing into a trashcan*

"Child, because that's what you are, a child, how did you expect to fix adult problems when you don't even understand yourself? You're harming yourself while chastising your father for doing the same, burying yourself into the same issues he did. Have you not stopped to question where his burnout and crisis came from? You refuse to speak to your father, yet you hope he, somehow, miraculously, manages to fix himself just because you will it. For anything to change, one must take action, not sulk in a corner and glare your intentions at your parent.

Besides, do you even know what a healthy coping mechanism looks like?"

[smiling-anarchist]

Oryndor watches the cigarette go in the trashcan.. They would need to steal more later. "Healthy coping mechanisms is litreally anything other than what this family does." They tear at the wounds they had made in their hands. "And i do try and talk to Pa. He's just... Busy..... Always busy.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*They held their bleeding hands open to them*

"If you want your father to find healthy coping mechanisms so badly, try to find your own first. See if that's easy.

And have you really? Or did you just stand at the door hoping he'd notice you? He'd not ignore you if you called him.

Probably even now. I've seen him stop on his tracks to a crashout to help a younger you. I don't think you see the full picture, nor you'd be required to, but if you want to sulk so badly, at least change your point of view"

*they spoke sternly, never one to sugarcoat thing, healing the wounds in the young's hands*

"And don't do this. He'd break down crying if he found out"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ive gotten lost on purpose so that he would have to talk to me. It did not work." They blink st their hands. "Ah. Right. I forgot I do that sometimes.." They frown. "My point of view will not be changing. Everyone in this family needs better coping mechanisms, and i am the only one that seems to be actively attempting to get better ones."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, he did talk to you. Ever thought of simply walking up to him and going straight to the point?"

*they raised an eyebrow, starting to get annoyed at the kid's stubbornness.

They sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose*

"Gods, you're so painfully like him..."

[smiling-anarchist]

"Parents don't like it when you bring an issue straight to them. Usually gets kids grounded.." They chew on their nails. "I'm not... I am my own person."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You've watched too much TV..."

They grumble with a groan

"Never said you are him. Said you're painfully like him. There's a different, mago. And if you're not godsdamn talking to them I'm holding you hostage and calling 'em here"

*they pointed at the kid with a frown*

"Quit moping for once, you're like 16, don't act like you have the absolute truth, ya punk"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Sixteen-? Oh wait. My birthday did pass... I didnt even notice....mm.... I rarely use my phone unless it's to make phone calls or text people. I dont watch television. I read books." Oryndor blinks and rubs his now sharp nails into his skin. "Just because I dont know the absolute truth doesn't mean I can't identify issues."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well you're terrible at it"

*they huff*

"You look at everyone but yourself, and act as if you held the correct answer to all, when you don't even know the depth of the issue. I told your father to correct you more when you were smaller"

*they roll their eyes pinching the kid's cheek*

"You're not a damn therapist, lad. Stop tryin' to psychoanalyze your old man"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I look at myself, I see the cracks all the time. Smiling doesn't come easily." They huff and pull away. "I know the depth of the issues, the problem is that I dont know how to fix it. I cant fix anything if I was never taught how."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're a child. No one's going to teach you how to fix dumb adults that aren't fixing themselves"

*they growled*

"Put that through your thick skull, boy. Not your problems to deal with. You're asking too much of yourself and setting yourself for failure. You won't fix anything, you can't"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I want to fix things. If i can't fix things then I have no purpose."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. You don't need a purpose. Your life's worry should be, I don't fucking know, an upcoming test or something. Not your damn dad's future. Go be a child, you knucklehead"

*they grumbled, rubbing the teen's head roughly*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I dont have tests." They hiss and bite at Kurama. They do not like their head being touched. They should have tests. They should be in high-school. "I have no reason to be a child either."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. That's damn reason enough, ya brat"

*they hissed out in annoyance, the bite not even leaving a mark*

"Tsk, your dad's been too soft on you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"He has not been." They get up, no longer wanting to be near Kurama. Adults are stupid. Always. Stupid. Oryndor hates that about adults. They lack the braincells to understand his point of view.

[smiling-anarchist]

It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon..... Right? I can't remember.......

Fuck i need a smoke-

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

Mago? What happened this time around?

[smiling-anarchist]

Nothing, Olythor....

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You know your parent's opinion on smoking. I doubt you'd turn to it for nothing. Come on, give me that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah- no-" They turn and dart over to the closet, hiding inside it.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they sigh, eyebrow twitching in annoyance, as they walk up to the closet, prying the doors open with effort*

"You'll suffocate like that"

[smiling-anarchist]

They have smoked about half of the cigarette by now. "Ah... No?... I'll be fine.." They shrug. "I've smoked in smaller spaces before."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they yoink the kid under their arms, snuffing the cigarette out with their bare fingers, opening the windows and calling in a current of wind to make the room stop stinking*

"You're not smoking. Much less on a baby's room. You're coming with me and you'll talk about wha ails you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah fu- no my cigarette-! That was my last one." Oryndor struggles a bit. "No. No. Talking about it only makes it worse."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Worse for who?"

*they entered their room, sitting Oryndor down and handing them a stick of cinnamon*

"If you're not allergic, chew on that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Pa..." They take the stick of cinnamon and stare at it. They weren't sure they've ever had cinnamon before.... They start chewing on it. Sharp teffies. "Im not allergic as far as i am aware.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, I'm not your parent, I'm his mother"

*they sit crosslegged before Oryndor*

"So speak"

[smiling-anarchist]

"It..." They sigh and rub their eyes. "Hes doing the 'i am mad because I can not get help from anyone' thing because no one knows how to help him, which by the way includes himself, and he gets really angry and shit. When i was a kid I thought it was silly because I didn't understand what was going on, partially because neither Oliver nor Aries allowed me to see what was going on by keeping me out of the house. I am older now and I know what's going on. The worst part? I cant distance myself now because I get lost, and if I get lost then I cant come back, and if I cant come back then I die because I have no resources."

Oryndor takes a big bite out of the cinnamon stick and as a result starts coughing because he had been grinding the other bits up into a powder in his mouth.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama— as gently as they can —slaps Oryndor's back a few times, so he doesn't get the cinnamon stuck to his mouth, then giving them a cup of tea for good measure.

They ponder a bit, sighing*

"... I cannot blame him for it. Just... Know it isn't your fault, you're his child, you're not responsible for him.

He'll take his time, and he'll come back. It's what I taught him to do. If he doesn't trust himself near you, perhaps it's better he shows up when he does. It takes someone to love you a lot to know when to distance themselves for your good"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Oof- ow- thank you..." They sip the tea, staring absently at a wall for a moment. "This isn't the first time it's happened, honestly. I don't remember what the next time is started by. I just remember being told I was old enough to be on my own.."

Oryndor rubs their jaw a bit. "I think that was around... Twelve years old? And uh. I think that when I accidentally came to the past that it was the first time I've spoken to Dad for more than a minute at a time since then."

They sip the tea again. "I know it's his coping mechanism, but he needs a better one. Truly. It's not healthy to isolate when upset."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"No, it's not healthy. But it's the safest one"

*they said somberly*

"... We are yet to meet anyone that could hope to survive a serious outburst of his.

I... Used, to have my ex husband for that. ... It wasn't a healthy relationship, he'd end up taking the brunt of my rage, but he didn't seem to mind it. It would spare the kids of my bad temper.

But Damien does not have that. So to avoid a serious outburst, the safest way has been isolation"

*they explained, sitting besides their grandchild*

".... It may be difficult to associate your parent with an aggressive person. It may not. I hope it is, even if he is one"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Again. Healthier coping mechanisms would probably fix things, also probably fixing the issue when it starts instead of letting it fester." Oryndor digs his nails into his palms. "I used to think it was normal to isolate. I wasnt taught what was a good coping mechanism or not. Not until my siblings started to age did I realize it wasn't good. I learned how to take care of myself so I could take care of them. Dad isolates. Their parents try but they aren't really good at taking care of young children, except for maybe Telamon.." Oryndor's nails break the skin of his palms. "Learning healthier coping mechanisms, and getting rid of issues when they form is the only real way to exist, is what I've really learned from books. I thought i could fix things when I got here, but I dont think I really can. Not anymore at least."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama sighed, shaking their head and lifting the half smoked cigarette*

"You're one to talk about healthier coping mechanisms"

*they chastised, throwing the thing into a trashcan*

"Child, because that's what you are, a child, how did you expect to fix adult problems when you don't even understand yourself? You're harming yourself while chastising your father for doing the same, burying yourself into the same issues he did. Have you not stopped to question where his burnout and crisis came from? You refuse to speak to your father, yet you hope he, somehow, miraculously, manages to fix himself just because you will it. For anything to change, one must take action, not sulk in a corner and glare your intentions at your parent.

Besides, do you even know what a healthy coping mechanism looks like?"

[smiling-anarchist]

Oryndor watches the cigarette go in the trashcan.. They would need to steal more later. "Healthy coping mechanisms is litreally anything other than what this family does." They tear at the wounds they had made in their hands. "And i do try and talk to Pa. He's just... Busy..... Always busy.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*They held their bleeding hands open to them*

"If you want your father to find healthy coping mechanisms so badly, try to find your own first. See if that's easy.

And have you really? Or did you just stand at the door hoping he'd notice you? He'd not ignore you if you called him.

Probably even now. I've seen him stop on his tracks to a crashout to help a younger you. I don't think you see the full picture, nor you'd be required to, but if you want to sulk so badly, at least change your point of view"

*they spoke sternly, never one to sugarcoat thing, healing the wounds in the young's hands*

"And don't do this. He'd break down crying if he found out"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ive gotten lost on purpose so that he would have to talk to me. It did not work." They blink st their hands. "Ah. Right. I forgot I do that sometimes.." They frown. "My point of view will not be changing. Everyone in this family needs better coping mechanisms, and i am the only one that seems to be actively attempting to get better ones."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, he did talk to you. Ever thought of simply walking up to him and going straight to the point?"

*they raised an eyebrow, starting to get annoyed at the kid's stubbornness.

They sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose*

"Gods, you're so painfully like him..."

[smiling-anarchist]

"Parents don't like it when you bring an issue straight to them. Usually gets kids grounded.." They chew on their nails. "I'm not... I am my own person."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You've watched too much TV..."

They grumble with a groan

"Never said you are him. Said you're painfully like him. There's a different, mago. And if you're not godsdamn talking to them I'm holding you hostage and calling 'em here"

*they pointed at the kid with a frown*

"Quit moping for once, you're like 16, don't act like you have the absolute truth, ya punk"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Sixteen-? Oh wait. My birthday did pass... I didnt even notice....mm.... I rarely use my phone unless it's to make phone calls or text people. I dont watch television. I read books." Oryndor blinks and rubs his now sharp nails into his skin. "Just because I dont know the absolute truth doesn't mean I can't identify issues."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well you're terrible at it"

*they huff*

"You look at everyone but yourself, and act as if you held the correct answer to all, when you don't even know the depth of the issue. I told your father to correct you more when you were smaller"

*they roll their eyes pinching the kid's cheek*

"You're not a damn therapist, lad. Stop tryin' to psychoanalyze your old man"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I look at myself, I see the cracks all the time. Smiling doesn't come easily." They huff and pull away. "I know the depth of the issues, the problem is that I dont know how to fix it. I cant fix anything if I was never taught how."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're a child. No one's going to teach you how to fix dumb adults that aren't fixing themselves"

*they growled*

"Put that through your thick skull, boy. Not your problems to deal with. You're asking too much of yourself and setting yourself for failure. You won't fix anything, you can't"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I want to fix things. If i can't fix things then I have no purpose."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're 16. You don't need a purpose. Your life's worry should be, I don't fucking know, an upcoming test or something. Not your damn dad's future. Go be a child, you knucklehead"

*they grumbled, rubbing the teen's head roughly*

[smiling-anarchist]

"I dont have tests." They hiss and bite at Kurama. They do not like their head being touched. They should have tests. They should be in high-school. "I have no reason to be a child either."

[smiling-anarchist]

It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon... It'll all be over soon..... Right? I can't remember.......

Fuck i need a smoke-

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

Mago? What happened this time around?

[smiling-anarchist]

Nothing, Olythor....

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You know your parent's opinion on smoking. I doubt you'd turn to it for nothing. Come on, give me that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah- no-" They turn and dart over to the closet, hiding inside it.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they sigh, eyebrow twitching in annoyance, as they walk up to the closet, prying the doors open with effort*

"You'll suffocate like that"

[smiling-anarchist]

They have smoked about half of the cigarette by now. "Ah... No?... I'll be fine.." They shrug. "I've smoked in smaller spaces before."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*they yoink the kid under their arms, snuffing the cigarette out with their bare fingers, opening the windows and calling in a current of wind to make the room stop stinking*

"You're not smoking. Much less on a baby's room. You're coming with me and you'll talk about wha ails you"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ah fu- no my cigarette-! That was my last one." Oryndor struggles a bit. "No. No. Talking about it only makes it worse."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Worse for who?"

*they entered their room, sitting Oryndor down and handing them a stick of cinnamon*

"If you're not allergic, chew on that"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Pa..." They take the stick of cinnamon and stare at it. They weren't sure they've ever had cinnamon before.... They start chewing on it. Sharp teffies. "Im not allergic as far as i am aware.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, I'm not your parent, I'm his mother"

*they sit crosslegged before Oryndor*

"So speak"

[smiling-anarchist]

"It..." They sigh and rub their eyes. "Hes doing the 'i am mad because I can not get help from anyone' thing because no one knows how to help him, which by the way includes himself, and he gets really angry and shit. When i was a kid I thought it was silly because I didn't understand what was going on, partially because neither Oliver nor Aries allowed me to see what was going on by keeping me out of the house. I am older now and I know what's going on. The worst part? I cant distance myself now because I get lost, and if I get lost then I cant come back, and if I cant come back then I die because I have no resources."

Oryndor takes a big bite out of the cinnamon stick and as a result starts coughing because he had been grinding the other bits up into a powder in his mouth.

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama— as gently as they can —slaps Oryndor's back a few times, so he doesn't get the cinnamon stuck to his mouth, then giving them a cup of tea for good measure.

They ponder a bit, sighing*

"... I cannot blame him for it. Just... Know it isn't your fault, you're his child, you're not responsible for him.

He'll take his time, and he'll come back. It's what I taught him to do. If he doesn't trust himself near you, perhaps it's better he shows up when he does. It takes someone to love you a lot to know when to distance themselves for your good"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Oof- ow- thank you..." They sip the tea, staring absently at a wall for a moment. "This isn't the first time it's happened, honestly. I don't remember what the next time is started by. I just remember being told I was old enough to be on my own.."

Oryndor rubs their jaw a bit. "I think that was around... Twelve years old? And uh. I think that when I accidentally came to the past that it was the first time I've spoken to Dad for more than a minute at a time since then."

They sip the tea again. "I know it's his coping mechanism, but he needs a better one. Truly. It's not healthy to isolate when upset."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"No, it's not healthy. But it's the safest one"

*they said somberly*

"... We are yet to meet anyone that could hope to survive a serious outburst of his.

I... Used, to have my ex husband for that. ... It wasn't a healthy relationship, he'd end up taking the brunt of my rage, but he didn't seem to mind it. It would spare the kids of my bad temper.

But Damien does not have that. So to avoid a serious outburst, the safest way has been isolation"

*they explained, sitting besides their grandchild*

".... It may be difficult to associate your parent with an aggressive person. It may not. I hope it is, even if he is one"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Again. Healthier coping mechanisms would probably fix things, also probably fixing the issue when it starts instead of letting it fester." Oryndor digs his nails into his palms. "I used to think it was normal to isolate. I wasnt taught what was a good coping mechanism or not. Not until my siblings started to age did I realize it wasn't good. I learned how to take care of myself so I could take care of them. Dad isolates. Their parents try but they aren't really good at taking care of young children, except for maybe Telamon.." Oryndor's nails break the skin of his palms. "Learning healthier coping mechanisms, and getting rid of issues when they form is the only real way to exist, is what I've really learned from books. I thought i could fix things when I got here, but I dont think I really can. Not anymore at least."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*Kurama sighed, shaking their head and lifting the half smoked cigarette*

"You're one to talk about healthier coping mechanisms"

*they chastised, throwing the thing into a trashcan*

"Child, because that's what you are, a child, how did you expect to fix adult problems when you don't even understand yourself? You're harming yourself while chastising your father for doing the same, burying yourself into the same issues he did. Have you not stopped to question where his burnout and crisis came from? You refuse to speak to your father, yet you hope he, somehow, miraculously, manages to fix himself just because you will it. For anything to change, one must take action, not sulk in a corner and glare your intentions at your parent.

Besides, do you even know what a healthy coping mechanism looks like?"

[smiling-anarchist]

Oryndor watches the cigarette go in the trashcan.. They would need to steal more later. "Healthy coping mechanisms is litreally anything other than what this family does." They tear at the wounds they had made in their hands. "And i do try and talk to Pa. He's just... Busy..... Always busy.."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

*They held their bleeding hands open to them*

"If you want your father to find healthy coping mechanisms so badly, try to find your own first. See if that's easy.

And have you really? Or did you just stand at the door hoping he'd notice you? He'd not ignore you if you called him.

Probably even now. I've seen him stop on his tracks to a crashout to help a younger you. I don't think you see the full picture, nor you'd be required to, but if you want to sulk so badly, at least change your point of view"

*they spoke sternly, never one to sugarcoat thing, healing the wounds in the young's hands*

"And don't do this. He'd break down crying if he found out"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Ive gotten lost on purpose so that he would have to talk to me. It did not work." They blink st their hands. "Ah. Right. I forgot I do that sometimes.." They frown. "My point of view will not be changing. Everyone in this family needs better coping mechanisms, and i am the only one that seems to be actively attempting to get better ones."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well, he did talk to you. Ever thought of simply walking up to him and going straight to the point?"

*they raised an eyebrow, starting to get annoyed at the kid's stubbornness.

They sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose*

"Gods, you're so painfully like him..."

[smiling-anarchist]

"Parents don't like it when you bring an issue straight to them. Usually gets kids grounded.." They chew on their nails. "I'm not... I am my own person."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You've watched too much TV..."

They grumble with a groan

"Never said you are him. Said you're painfully like him. There's a different, mago. And if you're not godsdamn talking to them I'm holding you hostage and calling 'em here"

*they pointed at the kid with a frown*

"Quit moping for once, you're like 16, don't act like you have the absolute truth, ya punk"

[smiling-anarchist]

"Sixteen-? Oh wait. My birthday did pass... I didnt even notice....mm.... I rarely use my phone unless it's to make phone calls or text people. I dont watch television. I read books." Oryndor blinks and rubs his now sharp nails into his skin. "Just because I dont know the absolute truth doesn't mean I can't identify issues."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"Well you're terrible at it"

*they huff*

"You look at everyone but yourself, and act as if you held the correct answer to all, when you don't even know the depth of the issue. I told your father to correct you more when you were smaller"

*they roll their eyes pinching the kid's cheek*

"You're not a damn therapist, lad. Stop tryin' to psychoanalyze your old man"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I look at myself, I see the cracks all the time. Smiling doesn't come easily." They huff and pull away. "I know the depth of the issues, the problem is that I dont know how to fix it. I cant fix anything if I was never taught how."

[perfectlyincarnatedhate]

"You're a child. No one's going to teach you how to fix dumb adults that aren't fixing themselves"

*they growled*

"Put that through your thick skull, boy. Not your problems to deal with. You're asking too much of yourself and setting yourself for failure. You won't fix anything, you can't"

[smiling-anarchist]

"I want to fix things. If i can't fix things then I have no purpose."