09-09-2020, 12:37 AM
REAVER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON
Truthfully, Michael wasn't sure of what was worse. To have been mistreated by your parents for most of your life, or to be left behind by them. If one were to ask him, he'd generally say he would've rather had his father and mother leave him behind, and left him to live a life that he wanted. However, it was easy for him to say that, considering his mother had been the definition of apathy, and his father had been nothing but a cruel bastard, with sharp words and even sharper claws. Would it have hurt him more, to have had a pair of parents who truly loved him, only for them to be snatched away from him? He wasn't sure, and he honestly didn't care to contemplate it for all too long. As much as some might've wished they could've gone back and changed the past, the reaver had never truly been the type. Yes, his parents had been awful, and yes, that had a profound effect on him even now, but without all of that... he might not have ended up where he was now. Happy, in love, and in a place where he felt safe, and truly cared for. If not having shitty parents meant that he didn't end up in The Typhoon, then he'd take his shitty parents every time.
But nowadays, the thief no longer focused upon his own childhood. Now, the bobcat had his own children to worry about, and that meant that he had more responsibility than ever. He wasn't about to leave his children or treat them unkindly, which was an unfortunate luxury that some kids didn't get to have. Now that he had a family of his own, however, he had no intention of neglecting them. Obviously he didn't know the true circumstances of how Suitekit had ended up in the care of Diya and his sister, but these days, he could only see the other's parents as irresponsible. He didn't know whether or not Suite had truly been left behind, or if both of her parents were dead, but if it was the former... just the thought of it was enough to make the fugitive's blood boil, something that caught him off guard. He really was beginning to go soft. Although, Michael found that he didn't have many complaints about such a thing happening. He had spent the majority of his life hardened and lashing out at those around him – he felt as though he deserved a break from all of that.
The scent of Diya was what had initially attracted the thief to the scene, considering he had grown closer to his fellow vampire as of late. He approved of her relationship with his sister, and found himself wondering how her care of Suitekit had been going as a whole. Thankfully, it seemed as though he wouldn't need to do much asking, considering when he came across the other, she was standing with Suite there as well. Not only Suite, however. The child was clutching an instrument that felt vaguely familiar to him, but only in the most fringe way. He had never played a ukulele himself, nor had anyone played one for him, but he knew what they were for, and had a vague idea of what they might sound like. Wondering where Suitekit had obtained such an instrument, Michael took a few long steps over, the small feline settling near Diya before he spoke, "Hello, Suitekit. Did you just find that washed up on the shore?" That seemed to make the most sense, considering the rather shoddy shape that it was in. The strings were broken and bent, and Michael doubted that anything would be able to be played on it – at least not yet.
But nowadays, the thief no longer focused upon his own childhood. Now, the bobcat had his own children to worry about, and that meant that he had more responsibility than ever. He wasn't about to leave his children or treat them unkindly, which was an unfortunate luxury that some kids didn't get to have. Now that he had a family of his own, however, he had no intention of neglecting them. Obviously he didn't know the true circumstances of how Suitekit had ended up in the care of Diya and his sister, but these days, he could only see the other's parents as irresponsible. He didn't know whether or not Suite had truly been left behind, or if both of her parents were dead, but if it was the former... just the thought of it was enough to make the fugitive's blood boil, something that caught him off guard. He really was beginning to go soft. Although, Michael found that he didn't have many complaints about such a thing happening. He had spent the majority of his life hardened and lashing out at those around him – he felt as though he deserved a break from all of that.
The scent of Diya was what had initially attracted the thief to the scene, considering he had grown closer to his fellow vampire as of late. He approved of her relationship with his sister, and found himself wondering how her care of Suitekit had been going as a whole. Thankfully, it seemed as though he wouldn't need to do much asking, considering when he came across the other, she was standing with Suite there as well. Not only Suite, however. The child was clutching an instrument that felt vaguely familiar to him, but only in the most fringe way. He had never played a ukulele himself, nor had anyone played one for him, but he knew what they were for, and had a vague idea of what they might sound like. Wondering where Suitekit had obtained such an instrument, Michael took a few long steps over, the small feline settling near Diya before he spoke, "Hello, Suitekit. Did you just find that washed up on the shore?" That seemed to make the most sense, considering the rather shoddy shape that it was in. The strings were broken and bent, and Michael doubted that anything would be able to be played on it – at least not yet.
AND ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN LYING
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
— Reggan
— Reggan