#fathermayi

I have a father, as many do and some don’t, and he is my father without a doubt. As he would mention again and again that I was a child of his loins. As gross as that may be, it never grossed me out because of the way I was raised. 

I was raised to know the truth, embrace it, and accept the consequences of it. I was named Truth and I was named Wisdom so that I would know it and understand it. 

However, given these life lessons, I was raised in lies. Lies surrounded my birth, my parents, and throughout my whole life. 

I wish I could talk about these lies with my father. I wish I could call him daddy once again. But he never was a talking man. He never was a truthful man. He was never one to love more than he needed, give more than he had to, and his emotions were always locked away. 

I have wrote him a letter from the day I was born, to the day he turned away from me, and to this day. I don’t know if I will ever give him these letters. The world may know of these letters before he will ever read them. 

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He's dead.

I stare at him, willing for his side to start moving up and down again. I wait for him to suddenly sit up and hiss at me, as if he could look into my mind and would dare to think that he could succumb to something like old age. I reach out a shaking hand and touch his neck--nothing.

"No," I say softly.

Buttercup is dead.

My fragile world crashes down on me once more. My last real connection with Prim is gone. Everything I've built for myself over the last couple years now seems completely pointless if I couldn't even keep her beloved cat alive. I know he was old. But I still feel like I could have saved him.

I huddle in on myself, my chest heaving with uncontrollable sobs. I can't touch the body. I can't move. I'm screaming at him, asking him why he dared to leave me when we agreed to be each other's comfort and to help each other live without her. The only thing Prim loved more in this world than her family was this stupid cat, and he went and died too.

There I was, standing before the Avatar. My vision was obscured some by the mask, and I was breathing hard from the energy I had just expended. In my hands were two swords, representing a double-bladed style I had learned in my childhood. If anyone had asked me before, if I would be saving the Avatar, if he would become one of my closest friends, I would have laughed at them. But that night, I rescued him.

fathermayi replied to your post: deaaaaann play with me or i’ll bite you

I’m just asking to PLAY 8( /tugs on his pants/

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“angel-sexual” i like that, thanks