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Apparently, not only does the boy see fit to move out of home and abandon his family, but he also seems utterly content to throw basic hair care out the den door. I felt the perfect violet blue of my gaze narrow as the lank teen emerged from the darkness within, seating himself before me as my eyes travelled the length of his frame, searching for any imperfection or injury. So shoot me, he is still my son, I still possess an obsessive need to make sure he is alright. This physical examination however, is abruptly derailed by the mere sight of his appalling hair, the boy looking for all the world like some homeless loner, or as if his Mother and I had never taught him even the most basic of hair care. A scowl firmly settled itself across my otherwise stunning features, lips twisting into a look of disdain as I snorted, half considering pinning him to the floor and holding him down while I fixed his outrageous mop of unkempt fur. Seriously, is this like a stage or something? A passing phase? They don’t give manuals out for puppy-rearing so I hardly know wether this is just supposed to be some kind of statement, rebellion or new found style that all the teens are wearing these days. I may have to pay more attention to the pups of Diveen, see if even of them are sporting this…this….’I am homeless and rebellious and look like an inbred mongrel’ look. For now though, I let it go, merely letting my narrowed gaze be enough of an indication to my eldest son that was extremely unsupportive of this…phase.

Any further thoughts on the matter were abruptly derailed by his words, my irritation fading slightly to give way to evident surprise. He told me? When the hell did he tell me? Was I asleep? Honestly that is the only excuse I may except for his daring to tell me he already told me about his plans to leave and yet- his assertion that I yelled at him over it clearly indicates that I hadn’t been asleep when he told me, though I evidently have no memory of this whatsoever. I am entirely sure, had the boy told me and I gone off at him in a loud vocalisation of fatherly love (it sounds better then saying I flipped a lid a yelled) then I am entirely sure I would remember some of it. In fact, the things that make me angry are usually the things I remember most of all. My eyes narrowed slightly once more, head tilting a little to one side as I regarded my black and red son warily, unable to understand why the pup looked so damn smug. He’s done this before, not often, no, but he’s accused me of yelling at him other things we have never discussed. Andro says it is part of his….condition, as far as I’m concerned the boy should just damn well learn what is real and what isn’t. Why would I be hear yelling at him now if I had already done it? I sighed, the sound rumbling from within my chest, attempting to control my volatile temper although truly this simply resulted in my talking through gritted teeth.

"I don’t care if Coza-whatever, speaks to you in latin and claims to understand you, you have no right to get up and leave your family! You never spoke to me, or your mother, you never mentioned Taviora and I damn well never yelled at you, but if you keep insisting I did I’ll show you some yelling- and drop your damn attitude."

Even if I had done this yelling I was accused of, I am still his Father and I refuse to be spoken to in that tone. Maybe that is a phase to, the ‘I know everything’ tone, although truly I think Starfall might well have been born with it. Must come from Andro’s side of the family. As it was, the boy seemed fit to bring his Mother into it, my own snowy ears pricking forward to capture his words as I attempted to force some more of my irritation away. I was hurt he hadn’t told us he was leaving and I’m…well….upset that I can’t be the Father he wants and yet, for whatever reason I seem to have no ability to show that, every conversation I ever have with him turning into an argument. Alright, maybe I am a little emotional, but that’s not my fault, I just….feel things a lot more powerfully then others do, it’s hardly my fault if I express them with…volume. Starfall continued to speak, apparently attempting to blame his lack of respect on the fact that a billion years ago, Andromeda abandoned her grandfather or some such nonsense and left home without telling anyone. I felt a growl rise in my throat, all attempts at remaining calm rapidly vanishing, if he wants to use his Mother as an excuse then so be it, but I am hardly going to let it go without a fight about it.

"If you want to leave without telling your grandfather then go ahead, that is your choice, but not telling your family is a different matter. I don’t care what your Mother did, I don’t care if she told no one, your Mother came from different circumstances, she did not abandon a loving family and all her siblings because she heard that someone else had done it. If I went a slaughtered a damn puppy would you go and do it and then say because I did it, that makes it ok? Grow the hell up, Starfall. You NEVER told us, it was another one of your ridiculous dreams! Your Mother is devastated, your siblings are upset and you had the nerve to put your brother in the position of having to tell us! So don't you damn dare use your Mother as an excuse, don't you dare!"

Andro's choices are her own, always and he has no right to judge her. Alright, I probably made it significantly worse, but in that moment I didn’t care. Andro can baby him all she likes, she can make exceptions for him and his…condition and hell, to some extent I will to, but not in this. His Dreamwalking does not excuse him from being a member of his own family or having the sense to question why the hell I am so angry right now. I sighed once, attempting a final time to get rid of my irritation, meeting his gaze levelly.

"Star…look. We were upset and we were worried, it isn’t ok to do what you did, even if you misunderstood and thought you told me, you didn’t, alright?"



AZRAEL

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"7 years ~ Andromeda ~ Sire of Meryl/Starfall/Guardian/Celeste/Iophiel/Mithos/Ambrosia/Elara/Zaphkiel ~ Diveen "