long time coming

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

It was almost as though his father could hear his thoughts. The words he offered seemed almost an answer to the question that burned in his mind, but only almost. An apology was a start, but he wanted more. Needed more if he was going to move on. His words came out a whisper, wrought with emotions Erebos couldn't identify. But why, father? Why couldn't you care for me, the way you did for mother? Even Marvo...



The idea that he had been second fiddle to his brother had always plagued him. Marvo had been the lucky one. He never saw his nightmares stand before him, he never wanted to die. He had always been protected and normal, but Erebos had adored him no less for it. Instead his jealousy had been focused on his parents. Perhaps it hadn't been fair of him to blame them so fiercely, but it had been their treatment of the brother's that had burned those feelings into him. It had been their fault.



talk, think