[Husk lets out a slow breath. Flins is right, he doesn't have to figure this out tonight. In fact, it would be monumentally stupid of him to even try that. He needs to give himself time to think about it. Alastor ain't going anywhere, and he's also no active threat to Husk or his loved ones. He can relax - he doesn't need to be in crisis mode about this any more.]
...Yeah, I'll be honest, I don't even want to try and figure it out tonight. I want to fuckin' sleep.
[He's been running on fumes and terror for hours. He doesn't want to do any more thinking or running around or putting down failsafes. He wants to curl into a nice warm bed and not have to worry about anything else until morning. But Flins does make a point, and he nods.]
I appreciate the advice everyone's giving all the same. I... never thought I'd ever have to deal with this. Like... this outcome, I mean. I think I'll just see how things pan out. Take it a day at a time, y'know? If there's one thing we've all got plenty of, it's time.
[ That next part makes him still. He'd never thought about that, either. Husk's self-loathing has been pretty deep and ceaseless. For two lifetimes. But he realises Flins is right. It's small, a tiny flicker of light in a mass of darkness, but he has started to find a sliver of self-worth in himself. He's been sober for three whole months now, a personal best. He's got a life set up here, that he built for himself. He has a family, he has a home. He has a partner. And a tiny part of him has started to believe that he actually does deserve it. Them. The small smile returns as Flins strokes a finger along his tail, this time staying.
You know you deserve better.]
...That's something new to get used to, as well. I...never thought I'd have to deal with that, either. Day of firsts for me, I guess.
[ He glances back at the sea again, before sliding down to stand on the same level as Flins. He reaches out to brush a hand carefully over his cheek, where his brave bird-related wounds are. What a poor, brave soul.]
That isn't a first, though. You've always been that for me, Kyryll. Just took me a while to see it proper, is all.
[ One feathery eyebrow raises. ] You did? Yeah, I definitely lost that one. My phone got completely fried. I'm gonna have to get a new one. What number was it? Now I'm curious.
[ A chuckle bubbles out of him. ]
Nah, he likes green. That's the colour of his Overlord magic. Pick something that clashes with his everything. Like powder blue or somethin'.
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Date: 2025-12-23 08:34 pm (UTC)...Yeah, I'll be honest, I don't even want to try and figure it out tonight. I want to fuckin' sleep.
[He's been running on fumes and terror for hours. He doesn't want to do any more thinking or running around or putting down failsafes. He wants to curl into a nice warm bed and not have to worry about anything else until morning. But Flins does make a point, and he nods.]
I appreciate the advice everyone's giving all the same. I... never thought I'd ever have to deal with this. Like... this outcome, I mean. I think I'll just see how things pan out. Take it a day at a time, y'know? If there's one thing we've all got plenty of, it's time.
[ That next part makes him still. He'd never thought about that, either. Husk's self-loathing has been pretty deep and ceaseless. For two lifetimes. But he realises Flins is right. It's small, a tiny flicker of light in a mass of darkness, but he has started to find a sliver of self-worth in himself. He's been sober for three whole months now, a personal best. He's got a life set up here, that he built for himself. He has a family, he has a home. He has a partner. And a tiny part of him has started to believe that he actually does deserve it. Them. The small smile returns as Flins strokes a finger along his tail, this time staying.
You know you deserve better.]
...That's something new to get used to, as well. I...never thought I'd have to deal with that, either. Day of firsts for me, I guess.
[ He glances back at the sea again, before sliding down to stand on the same level as Flins. He reaches out to brush a hand carefully over his cheek, where his brave bird-related wounds are. What a poor, brave soul.]
That isn't a first, though. You've always been that for me, Kyryll. Just took me a while to see it proper, is all.
[ One feathery eyebrow raises. ] You did? Yeah, I definitely lost that one. My phone got completely fried. I'm gonna have to get a new one. What number was it? Now I'm curious.
[ A chuckle bubbles out of him. ]
Nah, he likes green. That's the colour of his Overlord magic. Pick something that clashes with his everything. Like powder blue or somethin'.