We're The Ones In Disguise

When he was answered with a casual response, Aresenn relaxed a bit. Nothing was wrong, so he didn’t feel it necessary to be on guard. The Unholy Sin went on to explain that he was just taking advantage of a day off. But when things made a sudden turn into his sire expressing his regrets over the distance between them, Aresenn merely offered a simultaneous nod and shrug. The boy didn’t take the absence personally by any means- he and his siblings had managed all right. Maybe they were all better off for it. None of them had been coddled or spoon-fed anything. They were hardened. Tough. Self-reliant. Though … come to think of it, he supposed that their father’s distance had made them all distant as well. He couldn’t remember a time when he had sat down and just had a conversation with Rivin or Diablo. He was loyal to them- protective of them. He wouldn’t allow a member of his own family to be pushed around, and wouldn’t hesitate to back either one of them up. But as far as their connection to one another … he felt it was pretty non-existent. Was that worth regretting? He wasn’t entirely sure.  

Aresenn wasn’t going to reassure his father, not wanting to linger on a perceived emotional topic that he didn’t have any attachment to. Instead, he was quick to run with the follow-up questions. “I’m doing alright,” He quickly answered. Really, he had been spending quite a bit of his time alone, but he didn’t feel like that was worth mentioning. The loner he had been hanging out with, was probably more interesting. “I’ve made a … uhh … an acquaintance by the name of Saxe.” It was too weird calling Sephiran a friend, and honestly childish to identify him as such. Sephiran was more like someone who didn’t completely annoy him, and he just happened to have parallel interests with. Maybe that was the foundation of a friendship. As to what they had been up to … “We fought a bear, and killed a crocodile out on the islands- still not quite over that one yet.” He explained a little sheepishly- rolling his shoulders to feel the twinge of pain in his muscles leftover from the difficult fight. “He’s got some kind of egotistical bloodlust going on- he takes things further than I would. But we get on alright.” The Saxe boy was far more impulsive than he was. In the event that Sephiran initiated something that he wasn’t interested in pursuing himself, Aresenn was sure that he wouldn’t have a problem walking away. Though, the disasters that ensued had been quite entertaining- minus the injuries that came with them. Blinking away the thoughts, he offered a half grin. “It’s good practice at least.” Helping to clean up the messes of a borderline sociopath that is.