thicker than water

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

It wasn't long before the dragging of his feet was interrupted by the arrival of his father. It had always been Deteste who was the first there. The first to feed him, the first to bathe him, the first to restrain him, the first to everything. Laxago had been far too f**ked up to even try. Marvo had been cold. Deteste had been held responsible for all of them, too much for him to handle. Erebos knew this, knew of his father's struggles, and yet he could not seem to let go of blaming him for his hardships. It was partially his fault, after all, that Erebos was in the state he was in now. The hallucinations had been inherited.



Stopping came slowly, but eventually he did stop only a stride or so from his father. He glanced up at him with weary eyes, noticing his restraint and appreciating it. Had he been approached with eagerness, he doubted little that he would've lashed out. His lack of control right now was something he resented more than even his parents. When he spoke finally, his voice was shaky, yet still strong in some aspect. Father, came his curt greeting. I've lost control. I... need help.



His words were simple and to the point. He knew that Deteste would need no explanation. He had raised him after all. Erebos glanced hesitantly around them, searching and finding nothing. His voice was laced with the sound of questioning as he spoke again. Where is mother? He desperately feared the arrival of his mother, concerned that her presence would tip the scale and send him reeling over the edge of sanity. He was certain of it, and he wanted more than anything to avoid that scenario.

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