He wanted to be selfish. Just for a little while. It would've been easy, right? He just had to say no, n ********, n take Eion by the wrist and *go* do something so impulsively rash that it'd make the last few hours snafu seem like a light n silly thing. Gotten into the kind of trouble that would've had all of the East Coast in an uproar; the waters there were so different to explore, the salt, the sky, none of it was anything like Cali -- or Kibri -- or *home* -- but he'd learned that anywhere could be home so long as it had enough of the things he loved.
Eion being one of them. His team being another. His wisps, n bird, n bonded. Every bedpartner and enemy he besotted himself with.
"How can any of it be a lie, when you're putting them first, still, always. When it was Nembus? When it was Lysi? Th'same s**t. That you cared enough to do anything at all when no one else would've," Waru would attest that just cause something was done messily didn't mean it wasn't done outta good intent. Though he wondered sometimes if he was defending himself outta fear that, just maybe, the intent didn't outway the damage? If thinking something 'good', didn't also make it right? Then what the ******** had he been doing. Who was he to make that kind of call--- "not even me."
"Least' I don't think I would've done any of what you've managed anything like the right way -- <********>," as if there was a 'right way' to do any of it. Though maybe Jada's way was right, or maybe it was easier? Or maybe he should've asked Tama, because he knew the cat had opinions. Not that it mattered right then, everything'd been done and Eion was begging. Waru caught that note of finality, gazed up into his boys eyes.
His resolve to flee; into a boat, into a hole, leaving 'em all to ruminate in the mess he'd left behind with careless actions while he escaped the tense atmosphere he'd built for himself.
It crumbled.
Eion was right, always he was right. Especially about this.
"S'probably a lotta wrong ways though, huh? Like leaving, so..." Waru found his feet exhaustedly, swayed into Faustites orbit, his own magic far too drained to rile up. Not even for the sake of catching his boy, "okay---you tell me what you need? N you'll have it. I'll even listn' this time. For you--for them. We are gonna get you on a boat someday though Eion, you gotta promise me that. Even if it's just three hours of you sunbathing on something Tae rents us for a fun-time fee."
Strickenized
