@blueberrywarlockchild asked: “Can you tell me about the first max, aunt Izzy.” (Blueberrywarlockchild)
he's teaching her to play mundane video games, his small hands occasionally reaching over to direct her inky ones over the correct buttons when she needed extra help. his question caught her off guard, the way it always did when someone mentioned her late brother. it seems like a lifetime ago when the mere mention of her youngest sibling would sour her mood instantaneously, pain & guilt overwhelming her to such an extreme that it manifested in some turbulent times. in reality, however. that had been a mere couple of years back. max's arrival had certainly helped unpack some of the trauma she carried within herself. to say the beautiful blue-hued child had a special place in her heart was putting it mildly, she adored him to the ends of the earth. so when his curiosity exhibits itself as such an innocent inquiry a smile lights up heavenly features, despite the sadness that still lingered within her chest when she talked about max. "sure, i'd love to tell you all your namesake. your uncle was so protective of those he loved, and his possessions. he didn't like people touching his shit. but who does? he slept like the dead, not even tickling him would wake him up. he also had a bit of an arsonist streak. you can't tell grandma i ever told you this, okay? you're sworn to secrecy. i showed him how to use a lighter once because he was the only one who thought my lighter collection was cool. then he stole one from me and almost burn down an institute. oh! because of him, i got into these books called manga. my favorite series is angel sanctuary. he bought one... right before he passed away. it took years, but i finally read them all while i was traveling for work. if you like them, you can borrow them any time you'd like. i still have his copy, but i know you'll take good care of it. oh, one more thing. he had such a huge heart, just like you. "
