[ Hugo shook his head slowly. Flins in a 'custody battle' with a man that barely wanted to groom them into being the same horrible person he was. He couldn't imagine there was a single sibling of his who would say that man was loving to them. He should be more focused on the spirit vein, pushing him into Flins strange family dynamic. Instead, he was momentarily dwelling over the impossibility that anyone would want to be a Ravenlock.
Actually, there was something else said there that makes him rewind.]
You sense your magic in me. So you did so something.
[ Not the fae thing, obviously, but something else was stirring inside, waiting to sprout. ]
How unkind of you, sprinkling your influence into your beautiful baby boy. And here I thought this was the perfect time to ask you about that strange little keychain. Vision, was it?
Why wouldn't I be? Aside from our unspoken understanding of each other, your father certainly wasn't appreciating you in the way you deserved. Not only that, but to see his legacy slip from his fingers in a way he'll never get back...you couldn't write a more tragic poem.
But most importantly, I have always wanted to see you free of your burdens. Ever since our reunion you've had clarity in your eyes. As a man who watched you as you ran from the Order, hiding in closets and refusing to come out, I could not be happier for you.
[These feelings weren't untrue, but it did hide something far more fragile in Flins at that moment. The fact that calling Hugo a 'son', while humorous at first, was now starting to become a very real thing. And the thought of actually having something like that was...exhilarating? Scary? It was certainly a mix of the two.]
Ah.
[Yes. That part.]
More or less. It's better to think of it as my magic being dormant in you. It could go off, sparking a change, or it could not. Now that I think of it, perhaps you haven't noticed. Butterflies drink nectar, and you are hypoglycemic. That would go unnoticed, wouldn't it?
[His hand goes to his heart, closing his eyes. How very rude of his son! After he helped convince some seagulls to be henchmen, too!]
Rest assured, Hugo, you're as beautiful as when I held you in my arms on the day of your birth. [He didn't.]
Though I would be happy to run you through your Vision training. It's quite simple, actually.
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Date: 2026-01-28 08:44 am (UTC)[ Hugo shook his head slowly. Flins in a 'custody battle' with a man that barely wanted to groom them into being the same horrible person he was. He couldn't imagine there was a single sibling of his who would say that man was loving to them. He should be more focused on the spirit vein, pushing him into Flins strange family dynamic. Instead, he was momentarily dwelling over the impossibility that anyone would want to be a Ravenlock.
Actually, there was something else said there that makes him rewind.]
You sense your magic in me. So you did so something.
[ Not the fae thing, obviously, but something else was stirring inside, waiting to sprout. ]
How unkind of you, sprinkling your influence into your beautiful baby boy. And here I thought this was the perfect time to ask you about that strange little keychain. Vision, was it?
Now, I don't know.
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Date: 2026-01-28 09:14 am (UTC)But most importantly, I have always wanted to see you free of your burdens. Ever since our reunion you've had clarity in your eyes. As a man who watched you as you ran from the Order, hiding in closets and refusing to come out, I could not be happier for you.
[These feelings weren't untrue, but it did hide something far more fragile in Flins at that moment. The fact that calling Hugo a 'son', while humorous at first, was now starting to become a very real thing. And the thought of actually having something like that was...exhilarating? Scary? It was certainly a mix of the two.]
Ah.
[Yes. That part.]
More or less. It's better to think of it as my magic being dormant in you. It could go off, sparking a change, or it could not. Now that I think of it, perhaps you haven't noticed. Butterflies drink nectar, and you are hypoglycemic. That would go unnoticed, wouldn't it?
[His hand goes to his heart, closing his eyes. How very rude of his son! After he helped convince some seagulls to be henchmen, too!]
Rest assured, Hugo, you're as beautiful as when I held you in my arms on the day of your birth. [He didn't.]
Though I would be happy to run you through your Vision training. It's quite simple, actually.