{`it had been close to a year since he had last seen the god, and no matter how much he wrecked his head trying to remember, he could only think back to one moment that he had actually called him by the truest, and most appropriate term — father. while the man in front of him had seemingly stayed the same, he himself had changed a whole lost since they last met, and of course there was this underlying nervousness simmering through his mind at the mere thought. would his father be proud of the man he had become? not that he’d been anything but a complete wreck the duration of their relationship. regardless he opened his arms in a physical invitation, and despite seeing him for the first time in a long while it felt just like yesterday, in which the corner of his lips tugged into a small smile while his glittering eyes spoke volumes } Then you’ve come to the right place.
[‘the sight of his son before him was strange. strange in that despite the length of time that had passed and how long it had been since the two men had seen one another— there was still that telltale influx of emotion in his stomach that only his children could form. from what the god could see, the young man stood across from him appeared to be the son he had grown attached to during his time at the academy. the similarities remained physical, though a word had yet to be traded, he had the faintest of inklings that the passage of time had changed his son. whether it was for better or worse, he would soon find out. but for the moment he merely let a lopsided grin scrunch the corner of his mouth at the younger’s reassurances. it was all too easy for him to step forward and all but clap his arms around his son. the hug is perhaps easier than all of the short-lived shows of affections of before.] Where has this place been for the last— it feels like centuries— I wonder.
