[Flins prefers the inelegant. It was not just Husk that he would listen to each day as he stood guard in the lighthouses of old. His wards, tired and hungry, damaged from being on the run for so long, wondering why fate had it out for them. Why their freedom meant nothing to these people. Why they were hunted for simply seeing the world for what it was.
Sometimes he didn't have all the answers. The way the world worked, and the cruelty of the few were elusive even to a fae of old. But he had enough. A lantern is enough of a light to guide you through the darkness.
He listens. Husk's anger isn't unwarranted. In fact, no one has more right to be frustrated about this as he does. The vitriol he's spitting is from two lifetimes of Alastor having control over him. Sure, the collar wasn't literally there in this lifetime, but the mental grip that deer had on him was ironclad. It's not until Husk finishes that he exhales in thought, frost leaving his lips as he mentally counts the ship lights on the cargo ship leaving the port. Collecting himself before he speaks.]
I will be clear. Any goodwill he harbors will not be of his own effort. It will be because he is forced into it. His own pact with the Archangel proves that.
If Alastor is to be truly redeemed for his actions, if Michael is to truly succeed in this pet project of his, it will not be until you say so. You are one of his greatest sins. You hold the chain to his redemption. Do not lose your grip on that, they are hoping you will let go with this new deal being bartered. That is not to say you should let hate consume you. You're above that.
But... If he cannot pay his dues with you, then he will never, ever be redeemed.
Charity work, Community service, and good deeds are merely drops of freshwater in the ocean. It's laughable if Michael thinks that alone is enough, when you are standing right there.
[He lifts one of those feathers in his tail, pulling it to his lips in a breathless kiss.]
Happiness... is quite a long road. There will be times you may double back, or brief periods where you stop. Times where you feel like the road goes endlessly in both directions, forgetting which way you came from. It will work out.
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Date: 2025-12-23 12:02 am (UTC)Sometimes he didn't have all the answers. The way the world worked, and the cruelty of the few were elusive even to a fae of old. But he had enough. A lantern is enough of a light to guide you through the darkness.
He listens. Husk's anger isn't unwarranted. In fact, no one has more right to be frustrated about this as he does. The vitriol he's spitting is from two lifetimes of Alastor having control over him. Sure, the collar wasn't literally there in this lifetime, but the mental grip that deer had on him was ironclad. It's not until Husk finishes that he exhales in thought, frost leaving his lips as he mentally counts the ship lights on the cargo ship leaving the port. Collecting himself before he speaks.]
I will be clear. Any goodwill he harbors will not be of his own effort. It will be because he is forced into it. His own pact with the Archangel proves that.
If Alastor is to be truly redeemed for his actions, if Michael is to truly succeed in this pet project of his, it will not be until you say so. You are one of his greatest sins. You hold the chain to his redemption. Do not lose your grip on that, they are hoping you will let go with this new deal being bartered. That is not to say you should let hate consume you. You're above that.
But... If he cannot pay his dues with you, then he will never, ever be redeemed.
Charity work, Community service, and good deeds are merely drops of freshwater in the ocean. It's laughable if Michael thinks that alone is enough, when you are standing right there.
[He lifts one of those feathers in his tail, pulling it to his lips in a breathless kiss.]
Happiness... is quite a long road. There will be times you may double back, or brief periods where you stop. Times where you feel like the road goes endlessly in both directions, forgetting which way you came from. It will work out.
Because you, unlike him....are very well loved.