@barriicades --- cont.
it is not a happy reunion in the slightest --- not like it should be. oh, for there to be one of his own up here? it should bring fanfare. it should be an entire event. people should be in the streets celebrating like it’s some kind of fucking holiday but instead onyx speaks words that are so bitter, instead his son shoves his hands in his pockets to close off --- to deny an embrace that blue doesn’t offer. not with his name spoken like that. not with onyx using the word undivided. he knows better than to so much as step closer, knows better than to tread where he’s not wanted. for a moment, he’s caught up looking at the vessel itself. eyes with familiar colors. freckles that make him think of someone else. it causes a dull ache inside of him. a mixture of feelings he doesn’t want. a single parent, he’s never been good at this --- never known what steps to actually take. symon was the one with patience. symon was the one that could soothe him, no matter the upset. gone are those days. in their place is anger. a familiar embrace. one he teeters with falling into, now, as he speaks.
“y’really wanna get pissy with me because y’ran away from home and hid? because i didn’t, what? huntcha down --- drag y’back t’your circle by th’fuckin’ ear? is that what y’want me t’do now that you’ve been ‘graced’ with my goddamn attention?” sarcasm, returned. but he’s not done. “tough break, kiddo. i ain’t about t’punish ya for my own sins. if y’want me t’stay outta your new life, look at me an’ fuckin’ say it. i’ll be out that door and you’ll know where t’find me, should y’make that choice. your free will’s the most important thing y’got, starshine. i won’t ever try an’ challenge it. i won’t ever tell ya otherwise.”