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mahvaladara · 5 months

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"I have this nagging feeling I should be somewhere Deus-Ex-Machina solving something. But I cannot remember where."

"Hmm. Must be the plot. "

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aboxfullofocs · 5 years

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“I know,” I sighed.

“Do you know who has been doing it?” Mal asked.

“Lee won’t tell, but I have my suspicions,” I confessed.

“Ira?” Mal asked.

“You also think it was him?”

I knew I had only suspicions to go by, and at times I was afraid I was projecting. Truth is I never really liked Ira. That spoiled rich brat way of him being, like he “wanted”, he “could” and he “would” way of being reminded me far too much of the bullies I had. I couldn’t look at him, despite him being innocent, and not see the bullies that called my a motherless freak in school. He irritated me, but I had hope that most of my bullies he’d grow out of this and perhaps even become a good man, like Wolfgang. But, I just had this feeling that he was, at the moment, not a good kid.

“I know it was him,” Mal explained. “Sanja said they were arguing, and the teacher said that only Ira left after Lee. So either it was a kid from another class, or Ira. My bet’s on Ira.”

I brushed my head looking away. “He’s my nephew, and I feel horrible about this, but... He doesn’t seem a good kid. Maybe I’m being biased, you know, the rich spoiled brat, but he just... doesn’t feel right.”

Mal watched him. “Why do you say you’re being biased?”

“He reminds me of my bullies.”

“The bully persona isn’t as stereotypical as the Humanpsons’ Nelson,” Mal explained. “But in general they are aggressive children, with a tendency to be angry and violent when things don’t go their way. This of course depends, some children can be outright charming and find other methods of terrorizing others without the use of force or aggression.”

“Well, if Ira is a bully, he hides it well among others,” I sighed. “Hides it well from his mother, even from us. He is more of a tattle-tale than a bully around adults.”

“Ira is 12, he’ll be 13 soon,” Mal pointed out. “He’s far past the point of being mean to everyone.”

“This means?”

“He has a target who he terrorizes, to everyone he’s a charming intelligent boy,” Mal pointed out. “So if Ira is good to everyone, he can’t possibly the one bullying Lee, right?”

I stared at him.

~K.E.

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izayoichan · 4 years

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Vy sits on a boulder close to the house, just watching the stars, that one set of stars that he knows he comes from, wondering, thinking about the small knowledge he has. About love and life, about Hayden. How he wants to spend his life with Hayden. Be his Heartlight the same way Hayden is his. Share their hearts together and be one. But, he was a different kind of dragon from Hayden and maybe Hayden's type of dragon didn't do things this way. Like sleeping, it was odd for Hayden's kind of dragon to sleep together in the same bed, as he sits there thinking, it suddenly dawns on him how he can make Hayden feel better, getting up from where he has been sitting he runs off into the woods, as he saw a junkyard with books near the Britchester and goes there. Several hours later he stands by the doorway completely dirty and disheveled, carrying a small tower of old weathered books with a big smile on his face.

“Waiting for someone?”

Chris walks up from behind Vy, having just gotten back from work, and decided to take a little walk off his own. Looking at him wondering just what he has been up to. Vy yelps in surprise, dropping all the books in his hands, as well as some trinkets, Chris realizing he startled the poor boy.

“I was thinking of how I was going to open the door...”

Chris smiles at him, leaning down picking up the books and the trinkets, handing it to him and then opens the door so he can walk inside.

“There, problem solved, and sorry for the startle, are you okay?”

He had noticed how he was looking, clearly, he had not just been on a normal walk.

“Yes! I went junkyard diving! Look at all the books I found! And some trinkets I am going to fix and give to Hayden!”

He smiles brightly, going in with the books.

“I need to clean it all first. But the books have history!”

He picks the top book and shows it to Chris, it's a book on Freudian psychoanalysis.

“See! It has a name written. Mal Sullyvan, III Year Psychology "Jung was better! September 1990.”

He smiles again looking over at Chris who looks at the book, taking it and looking at it a little closer.

“Hmh.. I remember reading this once, I think...Yeah, I remember some of this. I suggest you clean yourself too, junkyard diving might require a bath. “

He Looks around the house as he enters, feeling all three off them in Hayden's room, guessing one sleeping, one crying, and one trying his best to care for both. Vy looking at him, then looking upstairs.

“I think someone will love to read those later.” “How is Hayden? And... is Rylan home?” “Sleeping, from how he feels, he was pretty upset with himself earlier though, afraid you would leave, and yes, Rylan is home, he is in Hayden’s room along with Hayle.” “Oh... I'll go get clean and go to him... when he wakes up I... I don't want to disturb them...“

He walks upstairs slowly and carefully so the books won't fall, feeling pretty bad about what happened Chris quickly catching up to Vy, taking some off the books off his hands helping him carry them up.

“You know, I think after you get clean you should just go to him, even if he is sleeping, you won't disturb them, don't worry.” “I made him upset though... “

He looks down, letting him help carry the books, makes way to his own bedroom and places the books on his desk.

“But I will take a bath and... go to him”

He nods, fidgets a little looking down-

“I'm sorry...”

Chris walks over to Vy and hugs him gently, disregarding the fact that he probably needs to shower afterward himself. Vy looking surprised at him as he gets hugged, but he doesn’t pull away, letting himself be hugged.

“He isn't upset with you, he is upset with himself, his illness and how he feels it ruins everything, that’s all. He loves you, and he wants like you want for him, nothing but the best.”

He smiles letting him go.

“And yes, take a bath and then go to him.”

“His illness doesn't... He didn't ruin anything! I'm not leaving him unless he wants me to... I love him so much... “

He simply stares at Chris

“I brought him books... to cheer him up... I should probably take a bath, or a shower” “I think he will love the books when he wakes up and feels like reading. I'll check on them while you take a shower, and we can give you and Hayden some alone time after that.

Vy nods rubbing his head and walks to the bathroom to take a shower, Chris just watching him, before he walks out of his room, walking over to Hayden’s room where he sees Hayle sitting with both boys and image that reminds him of them the two were just children. He knows Hayden will sleep for a long while still, but he is never sure when Vy is around as the healing he does changes what would be normal. Noticing his husband looking at him he sits on the side of the bed, putting a hand on Rylan’s shoulder just to tell him he is there. Vy takes a quick shower and comes out to get dressed. Once dressed into something comfy and warm he looks through the books, cleaning them up to bring a few for Hayden. Holding "Shadow of the wind" and "Utopia for Realists" he opens the door, peaking in carefully, being spotted by Chris, who nods at him.

“Come on Rylan, we can sit somewhere else for now.”

without waiting for an answer he lifts Rylan up and walks past Vy, taking him to his room, sitting there with him, putting on a movie for them to have in the background. Hayle looking at Vy, waving him over.

“You want to take my spot, as a Hayden bed?”

Vy nods and walks over to the bed, putting the books down and between them, they manage to get Hayden moved from Hayle to him. Hayden mumbling slightly as they move him, but he calms down the instant he feels Vy, calming down again, resting peacefully in Vy’s arms.

“There, now he is home where he belongs. Just call me if you two need me, I’ll be just downstairs.”

Vy nods, gently playing with Hayden’s hair a small smile on his lips as he lets Hayden hold on to him.

“My Heartlight.”

With his free arm, he decides to read one of the books he brought, noticing Hayden looking at him for a second or two before he seemed to fall asleep with a smile on his face. Vy kissing the top off his head.

“My Heartlight, my love... rest, I won’t go anywhere.”

Hayle stops by Rylan's room, watching the two in the bed for a bit, before he walks back down to the kitchen, taking a sweet and something to drink, sighing, hoping things will work out for the best.

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mahvaladara · 11 months

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Syra: -thinking, ignoring the drama and bickering- Must go on the missing people’s Reddit page to see if there’s anything new on the “Lysander Case”.

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mahvaladara · 9 months

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Mal: So this is where he buried you. Hmm. You were hard to find, you're not all here. I wonder where the rest of you is hiding, where your Eye is hiding.

Guess you were always a stubborn little Eye, weren't you Apollo?

Mal sighed.

Mal: I am here to apologize to you. Not for not understanding you, I understood you better than you believe, but... for washing my hands off you, for turning a blind eye and deciding you were not my problem, not my villain, when I knew full well, when your attention shifted from your brother, it would be me you'd come hunting for.

Perhaps I'm a coward. Or just plain selfish. Not wanting to be bothered, hoping someone else would fix my mistake for me.

I knew why you wanted to be a hero so bad. Your brother wasn't the only victim back then. You were a kid, and you were also a victim, and instead of helping a kid come to terms with all that happened, I chose to demonize you.

A part of you died back then, when you were a kid. Your innocence, any good that could be raised in you. I didn't know how to fix it.

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mahvaladara · 9 months

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Maeve: Mal, you are not going to repeat their story.

Mal: I failed with Arlo and Apollo, a miscalculation on my part. Washed my hands from the blood that's inevitably on them due to my part on all of it. But the fact remains, I failed them... I don't want to do the same with Syra.

She asked my help. I told her it was a bad idea. She insisted... So I did.

Maeve: That doesn't mean you should allow yourself to be hurt.

Mal: For my children? Within understandable bounds, that's what being a father is all about.

Maeve: Thought this wasn't your parenting run.

Mal: And it isn't, and it has been very hard not to level that skill... And apparently centuries of existence didn't teach me anything, I keep walking into... into the exact same problems and having to deal with the inevitable aftermath of it.

Maeve: Is this why you try to be distant?

Mal: I have lived centuries. I have tried isolation and I have tried living in society. It's easier to just live, to live with the fact I will outlive the people I love, to accept I will watch my children die. So I try to become... an afterthought to them. There will be no resentment from them towards my predicament. That way is easier to let go. It won't hurt that much. Because it hurts, I walk away happy knowing I gave the people I loved a normal life so to say, hope the chaos that is my existence doesn't hit them too hard, but it hurts every time, rather the chaos hits them or not. And even with all this power, all this knowledge I make mistakes and it hurts every. Single. Time! So I hide behind this wall, "it's not my parenting run" and I emotionally check out of their lives, but then I watch them fall and I want to be there to catch them, but sometimes it's too late...

Maeve: It'll only be too late if you allow it to be too late, Mal.

Mal: I can't foretell the future Maeve. I have a slight idea of the future plot, but I don't always know what will happen until it does and then it's too late. And sometimes, catching them will do worse. It's a blood double-edged sword.

Maeve: And you don't want the same to happen to Syra... What about Dim and Alcina?

Mal: I'll become the same to Dim and Alcina most aging parents do. They'll go on with their lives, visit during Winter's Eve, but after you die and I sell this house. They'll live on and forget about me, so, it's best I give them to freedom to facilitate that. I'm an afterthought.

Maeve: But not Syra.

Mal: Syracusia will never forget either of us, Maeve. If there is any good in my Eyes, Syracusia has inherited it all! But she can't stay with me forever. I am a Paradox, I attract all that is good and all that is bad. Same thing with Arlo and Apollo. Change and Antagony chases us.

So it's better to be selfish, and mean, and cold and little bit distant... So when time comes and I leave, it won't hurt them as much, because it's not like I was ever there to start with. It will hurt me to go, it always do, I may hide, I may pretend it doesn't, but it's easier to let go, if I am an afterthought.

Maeve shook her head and pulled him closer, pressing her forehead against his.

Maeve: Your reasoning has some flaws, you know. I don't agree with it.

Mal: Like I said, it doesn't justify it.

Maeve: But I understand. And in my opinion, that's bullshit!

Mal chuckled.

Maeve: You just said it yourself. Staying away, being distant, doesn't work either. So either love us plainly or leave! Don't half-ass it! Aren't you the one who's always saying you don't like to leave loose ends? Then don't leave them!

Mal: Maeve...

Maeve: You should do your best to be a good dad and a good husband for us, as long as you can, because, like you said, even if you become an afterthought, you can become a good afterthought. We're going to age, and die and you'll be here. Become a good memory for us to bring with us to the grave. Even if time erases us from you, let us take the thought of the wonderful man I know you are with us.

Mal closed his eyes, shaking his head. There was a certain disbelief that from all he said, that was what she chose to take from it.

Mal: Since when have you been wise?

Maeve: I'm almost on my fifties and I am a mother of five and I have messed up with a few of them. I have learned. I can chose to keep doing the same mistake, dwell on them, or try to make things better for the ones who are here. You can make the same choice.

Come on. Lets go clean up that wound, and then you can rest here while I go make you dinner.

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mahvaladara · 9 months

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Maeve: Then talk to me. Make me understand.

Mal pulled back, looking at her.

Mal: I am immortal. I can heal from virtually anything.

Maeve: I know.

Mal: I was back there. To a particular time...

Maeve: What time, Mal? What happened?

Mal: I am no sado-masochist. I hate pain. But my brain doesn't know what to do with my body when it finds itself trapped in pain. Repeated regenerations, repeated torture and pain has lead to this.

Sometimes it improvises. Pleasure is very close to pain, so "here, you're being tortured, have a boner! Wait? That didn't work? Fuck, that was all I had!" Guess I'm stuck now with excruciating pain and excruciating humiliation, woowoo.

Honestly, I can live with pain, humiliation?

Maeve: Don't drift off. Focus, Mal...

She pulled him back and he nodded.

Mal: One vampire figured out how to fire that reaction in me. In Astreia, we have two types of vampires, the Devourers, like that dragon, and the Cainites. I was at a point at the hands of a Cainite who had far too much fun torturing me. When that vampire bit me, I was back there.

I allowed it to bite me, because I knew from experience he get enough energy to not be a problem anytime soon, but... it still happened.

I was there, it wasn't the dragon, our daughter wasn't there. I was back there. I just... needed to escape, somehow, somewhere. I joked with it, but the sense of helplessness and humiliation I felt...

Maeve: You shouldn't have allowed it to bite you, Mal.

Mal: I know. But Syra asked me to help.

Maeve: Why? You have turned a blind eye to other things, why help now knowing you'd be in danger?

Mal: I don't want to repeat Arlo and Apollo's story.

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mahvaladara · 9 months

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Mal: Emil. Sit down, let's talk.

Emil: Ah, yes!

Emil went to sit down by Mal's side. I had already been a week since Emil had been rescued by the Sullyvan family. They had met Syra, the one responsible for saving them, the young twins who were always up to their own devices, the wife, Maeve, and Mal, the dragon. They had grown closer to both Syra and Mal, who were both very welcoming and understanding.

Mal: How are you adapting?

Emil:... I huh... I miss my wings.

Mal: Understandable. But they're healing well.

Emil nodded.

Mal: You can learn to float. I mean, it's rather embarassing for your type of dragon to fly around like a serpent, but...

Emil shook their head.

Emil: No. It's alright. I have... I have done horrible things that are not worthy of a dragon. I don't deserve to fly, they so decided, it's only fair.

Mal: What do you plan to do with your wings?

Emil touched their earrings.

Emil: I want to make teaching instruments with them.

Mal: You were a scholar.

Emil: Yes, a teacher, a long time ago. Perhaps I can be again.

Mal: Well, you can stay with us for as long as you need.

Emil: Thank you. But I don't wish to overstay my welcome. As soon as I gather my bearings, I wish to find somewhere to live.

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mahvaladara · 9 months

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Emil walked outside to find the entire family taking care of the garden. The first few days after they came to, they had found themself looked, though they understood why. Their instinct had kicked in and they had attacked the dragon, the paradox. Today, when Emil woke up, they found their bedroom door unlocked and clothes by the foot of the table for them to wear.

Slowly, they walked outside, their eyes falling on the dragon. A Paradox. Emil had never met one before, they had read they were terrifying being whose morals were as strong as they were lacking. Creatures capable of creating new worlds only to wipe them out of existence. That one, despite powerful, however, looked just like a normal human male, albeit an unnaturally beautiful one.

Emil: Huh... Hi...

Mal: Morning. I see you found your clothes. We weren't sure what you preferred to wear, so we picked and chose anything that might fit you. If you don't like it, it's Syra's fault.

Emil: Syra? The girl?

Mal: Aye.

Emil: I would like to apologize... What I did was, extremely shameful.

Mal chuckled.

Mal: I'm [Ga]Mal[l], or just Mal.

Emil flushed red.

Emil: Emil... huh... Ward.

Mal: Do you want to help out?

Emil: I-

Mal: You did what you had to do to survive. Don't worry. Hope you don't mind getting your hands dirty. The farm's starting to get big just for me.

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mahvaladara · 9 months

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After locking the vampire in the bathroom, who appeared to be having what they could all only describe as a substance induced trip, Mal was pulled outside to the living room, while Syra was tasked with finding Arlo to place a ward on the room in case Mal didn't become responsive himself to do it.

Maeve held Mal in her arms for an indescribable amount of time, while assuring him he was home and he was safe. She didn't know where she went, she was well aware he had serious mental issues, she was well aware he had PTSD, she just didn't know what was behind of it. Any of it.

Maeve: I wish you'd speak with me, Mal. There's so much you hide from me, from us, things you don't want to or can't talk about. Things that would explain so much, the tales behind your scars, both physical and mental. I... I just wish you'd trust us with this. You say you love us and I know you do, I have felt your love, but you are capable of being incredibly cold and selfish and closed off. You will always listen to us, but then you shut off any information, anything until you have no choice but to speak it.

Why?

I wish... you'd talk to me. Something, anything. So that perhaps I could understand, understand why you are this way, with me, with your kids, with us.

Mal:... It wouldn't justify anything...

Maeve closed her eyes.

Maeve: I am not asking for a justification, Mal, just... an explanation. Anything...

To his silence she sighed.

Maeve: Will the dragon-vampire-thing be dangerous?

Mal: No... I wouldn't let him in if he was.

Maeve: But he attacked you.

Mal: I knew he would. I was expecting him to. He's probably high on my spiritual energy, and when he comes down from his high, he'll be full enough to not try and attack anyone else. It's counterproductive, I already showed him I can wipe the floor with him.

Maeve: Why help it?

Mal: Syra asked.

Maeve: Since when do you do everything your kids ask of you?

Mal: When they have a good point and when I believe I can keep them safe of their choices.

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mahvaladara · 9 months

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Syra: Dad? Are you... are you listening?

Mal:... Fuck...

It took him longer than it should have to recognize his own daughter, her brown distressed eyes on him as she got away from the dragon and tried to make her way to him. He was home, he was home, and by her request brought home a vampire to take care off. They were safe, he knew the dragon was most likely to attack him than his family and he could easily defend himself and them from it if it came to it. That was why he agreed.

He was home.

He was not on the cell, he was home. The only smell of blood and rust was his own. Again his own. It was always going to hurt, that was the only certainty in eternity, it was always going to hurt, every time. It was not like he could die, but he could feel pain, and pain could make death feel like a blessing.

Mal found himself falling to his knees as his head pounded. His memories were all jumbled up again, back then and back there mixing up with now and here.

Syra: I'll go get mom.

Why was his daughter staring at him so scared?

And worse of all, his body was conditioned to enjoy this, even if his mind didn't. Even if his spirit loathed it.

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mahvaladara · 9 months

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Syra: Oh shit! Did you kill him dad?! Dad?

Syra turned around to look at her father who just stood there in silence. He appeared out of it. She gasped as she saw the gold blood tainting the left side of his neck.

Syra: You're bleeding!

Again Mal didn't answer. He wasn't fully aware of where he was or who were these people, or even why his neck hurt. All he remembered was the smell of rust and laughter. But, that had been a long time ago. Yet, he was there again.

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mahvaladara · 9 months

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"ENOUGH! GET OFF ME!"

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mahvaladara · 9 months

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Mal had barely time to react before the dragon tackled him to the floor, holding his head down as it tried to look for his neck. At first Mal tried to push it off, but then, a part of him told him to let it drink. It was quicker and easier than looking for the plasma plant. His blood had enough energy to get the dragon high long enough for it not to feel thirst anytime soon, giving him time to look for a plasma packs.

"Dad!"

"It's- Ow! It's alright! I can push it off!"

He yelled when he felt its fangs sink into his neck and his entire body tensed as he tried to control his instincts. Just long enough for it to be satiatied and not try to snack from his kids and wife.

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Every alarm in his mind started ringing as the flight and fight instinct kicked him. That grin, that smile, every time the teeth sank in. He was not home anymore, there was rust, there was pain and damn bastard always made sure there was pleasure. In the abuse there was pleasure, to make him feel just a little more fucked up.