Out with the golden we sew // Rapt

[abysm]

Your mother asked that I meet her family.

That’s not right.

That’s not fair.

Somehow he manages to keep those thoughts to himself. But he has to wonder why his mother would be cruel enough to wound his father this way. For all that he is glad to see his father there, it is selfish of Kagerus to have asked him to come. 

Granted Abysm has little to no knowledge of the depth of her feeling for his father but he can imagine that the vein of it does not run that deep. Not deep enough to leave his father alone because she loved him. Only deep enough to want him to know the happiness she found after leaving him. 

Selfish!

Now he can barely contain himself. It is only Rapt’s touch to his withers and the seemingly reluctant appearance of his mother’s new lover that holds him back from giving his mother a piece of his mind. She seems as awkward and unsure of this entire debacle as his father does. Poor Rapt. Poor Solace. 

A small bit of his heart goes out to her.

To be fair, he feels no ill will towards the pretty little queen. She didn’t know and she so easily charms him, especially when the twins are about. He is momentarily torn because he wants to comfort her too but his feet keep him grounded next to his father. Rapt needs him more. Solace has Kagerus after all.

He’ll comply with her wish to meet more family. He’s frolicked with the twins on occasion since they’re the only ones that tolerate his older brother bossiness and seem to adore the dreams he makes for them. So he’s trying, really. But still thinks this is another of the most awful things his mother could have ever done so his silence and emotionless stare is all that she gets from him besides a nod acknowledging that he’s met the twins.

It seems to be the same kind of silence his father is giving the pair of pretty lovers. Just one more quirk of personality that he did not inherit from his mother. His head tilts to the side as someone else approaches. It is a stallion in gold dress not so different from the gold that robes father and likewise, son. He introduces himself and throws out their blood-tie almost casually or so quickly that it diffuses some of the strangeness of this entire thing. 

Uncle?

She never mentioned an uncle!

His mouth tapes open before he remembers to stop staring and close it. It might be all the shadows swarming around the palomino that have him in awe or the simple fact that here’s is another relative she kept him in the dark about. “Cool.” Is all he can manage just then with a very teenager-like nod that conveys carelessness but fails to fully hide the excitement he is desperate to keep under wraps.

More silence fills the reunion. Seems they’ve come to a stalemate and it is up to Kagerus to steer this wretched ship of familial obligation and desire to a better shore of commonality. No one else seems wont to talk and Abysm just looks between all the adults. Sometimes petulant and sometimes expectant depending on who his eyes find.