It's...[He pauses, his eyes keeping track of that ship in the distance, as its lights flicker.] Not something you can decide in a night. Certainly not just after it happened.
[Husk wanting nothing to do with Alastor was honestly, probably the most normal thing about this. Even more so that he doesn't even want to watch him develop into a person. That's not Husk's responsibility.]
Let me clarify. You are under no obligation to forgive him, or even acknowledge him. In this situation, with everyone telling you how to feel, the only one you should listen to is your own heart, and what feels right to you. Advice is simply a collection of choices that you take parts from to make your own decision. And know that until you are at peace with things, whatever form that takes, Alastor will not have his redemption.
...
[He traces the little black stripe on Husk's tail in thought.]
I didn't want to say this before, but you should know... the reason you feel so disgusted about this is because you have developed self-respect. You know you deserve better.
[His head tilts into that touch as he listens, trying to hide the creeping smile on his face as those thin fingers thread through his hair.]
Is that so...as a lantern fae, there's no greater honour than bringing light to someone's life. If that's the case, I'll shine even brighter.
[That's all he can really say on that without having to deal with the warmth in his chest. The warmth that was so like the firewater he'd learned to love.]
I'm quite cross with him myself, aside from the obvious. I sent you your next lottery number, and because of these events you were unable to respond.
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Date: 2025-12-23 05:17 am (UTC)[Husk wanting nothing to do with Alastor was honestly, probably the most normal thing about this. Even more so that he doesn't even want to watch him develop into a person. That's not Husk's responsibility.]
Let me clarify. You are under no obligation to forgive him, or even acknowledge him. In this situation, with everyone telling you how to feel, the only one you should listen to is your own heart, and what feels right to you. Advice is simply a collection of choices that you take parts from to make your own decision. And know that until you are at peace with things, whatever form that takes, Alastor will not have his redemption.
...
[He traces the little black stripe on Husk's tail in thought.]
I didn't want to say this before, but you should know... the reason you feel so disgusted about this is because you have developed self-respect. You know you deserve better.
[His head tilts into that touch as he listens, trying to hide the creeping smile on his face as those thin fingers thread through his hair.]
Is that so...as a lantern fae, there's no greater honour than bringing light to someone's life. If that's the case, I'll shine even brighter.
[That's all he can really say on that without having to deal with the warmth in his chest. The warmth that was so like the firewater he'd learned to love.]
I'm quite cross with him myself, aside from the obvious. I sent you your next lottery number, and because of these events you were unable to respond.
Perhaps I'll turn his hair green.