my turn to throw some questions to you! Do you have any headcanons for Vox regarding the relationship with his mother? Or grandmother owo
@evulosie | happy mother's day!
Vox loves his mother, but whenever he thinks about her, it's with the knowledge she did not get the life she wanted, or really deserved. Her wants were simple: she wanted a nice house, a garden, a family to love and care for, grandchildren, the best friend she loved from the time they met into their marriage. And the thing is, it started like that. She married Vox's father when they were seventeen, and by eighteen she was pregnant, and more pertinently, the first war began.
Her husband left to go fight, to do the brave, and noble thing. Vox was born in winter, and when his father came home several years later. The doctor's called it shell shock, Vincent just knew his father would sit in a chair and stare for hours, would flinch at too loud noises. He was never violent, but he was catatonic. In truth, he needed more help than Vincent's mother could provide, but there was no other support.
Vincent wasn't close with his mother, he read, he made little mechanical cars, he'd poke around at radios, and anything else he could get his hands on. His mother would try and encourage him to play outside, or to go make friends. Sometimes, it worked, sort of.
He'd go outside and race little boats made of stick and leaves in the gutters, and there's one moment he can't tell if it's real or dream, when he falls from the tree in their front yard. At night, she'd ask him how his day was, and tuck him in. She taught him faery stories-- whenever he thinks about Alastor now, it's with a mantra of fae rules rather than demon ones, like his mother taught him.
She brought him to church until he was eight, and decided he didn't believe in any of it-- any attempts to get him to reconsider and come back were.... not accepted.
She was always light-hearted though. She'd hum in the kitchen, in the garden, she'd try and get his father to smile, and work half a dozen odd jobs to make the ends meet. When he graduated from university, she made her way to New York just to see him, and when he started working for the television, she managed to collect enough to buy one in order to watch him.
When Vincent died she brought his remains home to Pennsylvania and buried him in the churchyard. It's not what he wanted, but she was the next of kin, and it's what she thought was the best thing. And that sort of sums up their relationship. Loving, yes, but neither of them understood each other, they were very different.
She's not in Hell, and Vox is certain if anyone deserves Heaven, it's her. He thinks she might be ashamed of what he'd become.
As for his grandmothers, he wasn't close with either of them. His paternal grandmother never really forgave his mother for the perceived faults in her son and that he didn't get better. His maternal grandmother was... critical. Why why his mother growing peas instead of beans? Why wasn't Vincent at church? Why was she acting as a seamstress; her husband should be providing for them, so many people came back mostly fine from the war, what was she doing wrong that he wasn't? But she did help. She made dinner some nights when things became too dire, and was the undisputed master of cleaning stains from white fabric.
