Early Warning Signs

While he didn't like the skeptical way Tamsyn looked at him with a grin nor the sarcasm in her words when he staunchly refuted having a crush on Briar, he realized he had no way of convincing his mother otherwise and would just have to be subjected to whatever she thought of them as. He groaned and rolled his eyes, only barely avoiding a keening "Mooooooom" response. If her goal had been to embarrass him, then she had succeeded thoroughly. He did give her his full undivided attention when she began to consider his second question and slowly provided him with an answer. What struck Art the most about his mother's response was just how happy she looked when she was talking about Resin, unable to keep the smile off her face when she spoke of their time together.

Artorias listened while she detailed all of her life that led her to meet his other mother. He had never met any of Tamsyn's family, and from what she was describing, he could understand why. He wrinkled his nose up in disgust while she told him of the mistreatment she had endured and how she had been on her own until she met Resin. But while he had been expecting some sappy romance tale, Tamsyn's story of her and Resin's relationship was so oddly... normal. They had encountered each other on chance, shared stories and lives, grew closer and eventually fell in love. It seemed so much less spectacular than the fantasies weaved in the stories of true love she had told them when they were small pups in their birthing den. It seemed like life was much more low-key in reality.

Tamsyn's final piece of advice that he'd know the right one when he met her was heeded, but ultimately it didn't make much impact with the young lad. He would just know? How would he just know? Would he be able to know what those feelings were like just from feeling them? It all sounded so contradictory and confusing. Rather than confound himself further with trying to figure it out, he decided to just let it be. Someone who understood him the way he understood them... who supported him... someone easy to be with, better than a best friend... caring for them without reason... Artorias had his signs and his clues to be on the lookout for—not that he was actively looking, of course. Girls were weird and thinking about kissing them was gross. He still didn't understand why his mother's liked it so much or if it was just expected of them being the alpha couple.

Artorias met his mother's eyes with a small, crooked smile on his face. He was so glad he had her to talk to whenever he needed someone to listen. He was happy she was so open and honest and easy to chat with. He was just happy she was his mom. "Thanks, Mom. I don't think I have to worry about any of that though. Girls are fine, but I don't wanna have to kiss any of them. That's gross!" He made another grimace at the thought of all that mushy romance stuff. "Uh, not you or Mom, of course. Mom kisses don't count."


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"