I ASK MYSELF FOR PEACE / human au

[Seakit Roux.]

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him
demigod of the deep

Unlike the other's that had approached the home, Deniz was already there when his mother stepped from the bathroom. He'd entered before, as if he still lived there, and began to eat the chilling food. He hadn't said much, wondering what she had been doing for so long in the bathroom.

When she finally exited the bathroom, he'd been mid-bite. Now frozen, bacon hung awkwardly from his mouth, hand half grasping the strip of meat. The approach of other's pulled him out of his shock. Gathering cold bacon and pancakes onto a plate, he came forward, taking in his mother's new looks. Silently, he handed Georgia the plate, not even making eye contact with her before moving on. A hand lifted, brushing against the bright red locks that adorned his mother's head. A short wolf-whistle and chuckle left the teen and, for a moment he felt light-hearted.

"Got enough practice on my head that'cha decided it was finally time to give yourself the same treatment?" He would take a step back, hand brushing over his own dyed dreads. A smile rested on his face, true and gentle, a twinkle in his often-times dull eyes. "I like it, Momma"