A family breaking

He was angry with her, but a lot of that evaporated in the face of her vulnerability, the hurt in her voice. Fear had carried him here and sustained his anger. Seeing her well, it was hard to hold it. Basilisk wishes he was small enough to crawl into her lap. For everyone else in his life, he had a deep set need to prove he was strong. That he was strong enough. Vulnerability wasn't expected of him, and his father had shaken out any such weakness from him. But Hana, she had never pushed him to be stronger.


He pushed his head into her chest, which was about the best he could manage as the giant he was. She rubbed a paw against his muzzle and he sighed. “You scared me half to death, mum” he told her. “I love you. Are you… are you really trying to leave?” He asked. Less angry, more vulnerable.