night lurker.

The man would feel the draw of the boy's loneliness and fully submit to it. It was perhaps a dangerous things to do for in all truth Deteste could sympathize with the boy all he wanted and never know his true intentions. Yet he would take this leap of faith. The great decision made in a minute moment, a thought, a feeling. Nothing. For the air between them was no thicker nor thinner and the energy from them no more amicable than before. Deteste would consider Basilisk's words carefully yet he could not help the sudden, deep chuckle that pressed through his lips as the boy questioned the purpose of children. The decision wasn't exactly up to me. As untrue as those words may sound. Yet he cared deeply for them. Even for his son Severus who attempted to, in every act and breath, to draw some sort of anger from Deteste. Yet at times the man found himself wishing that such a day would never come.



Puzzled by Basilisk's sequence of statements it would take Deteste a moment to choose what he would say next. The smile that had curled upon his jowl at the mention of his recent litter would tighten but the man would avoid expressing any confusion as not to scare the boy away. Basilisk was choosing to tell him such things. It was not his business to be confused, much less to prod. That is a curious position, indeed. he would state. Acknowledging the situation without questioning it. I should advise you, children can be rather complex. If you cannot care for them then leave them be. The mother of my children blatantly fails to love them. I imagine it is better to be absent than to mistreat those you ought to treat well. he would speak, giving insight into his life as Basilisk had for his.