it's playing like a wreck

Basilisk sighed, not yet ready to let go of that anger. He wasn’t abandoning them. If he was, he wouldn’t have bothered coming home. He would have left with his father immediately, and they never would have seen him again. He had come to them to seek their opinion, to discuss their options. He had unwittingly triggered their mirrored fear of abandonment.

He’d been living in the moment too. He’d been caught up in his fathers return, swept away by it. Eager to share the news, to bring his family together. He hadn’t realised how it would look. That they both would think of how long he had spent searching for the wayward Fatalis. That they so quickly assumed he would pick Azure over them. Perhaps, in a way, he had.

He put the damn alcohol down, and pulled himself closer to the red wolf on the sand. She was so small. So tiny beside the paw he stretched out beside her. The one he used to curl around her and pull her closer to him. He clutched her against his chest. “I’m an idiot, and I’m sorry. You're my family, Hazel. You and Spider. I love my dad, I’ll always feel a pull to him. But the pull to you and Spider is stronger. I swear it.”


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