Like a Lost One ||
@mpxharper
backdated to Halloween
Harper had become like an absolute darling to Arawn and having heard about what had happened and how toxic his mother had been shocked Arawn, but then again he hadn’t been all too surprised. It was almost like he attracted the crazy ones in his life. Nevertheless, the god aimed to be the better parent in Harper’s life, despite his initial decision to stay out of his kid’s lives in general. Harper seemed to genuinely need that, at least one supportive parent.
The Celt, however, was a sucker for romance and loved tragic and romantic stories so when Harper mentioned his own tragic love story cut short by life and his mother, Arawn was intrigued. The dead should stay dead, that had been Arawn’s logic, but for one night a year, the samhain, arawn could allow the resurrections as long as his rules were followed. He adjusted his jacket, waiting for Harper at the park nearby.
“I have something for you. You know it’s against my morals and rules to bring the dead back, but he’s agreed to follow my rules,” he stated. “So, let me be the supportive father and give you this one thing,” he added. “Follow me.”
