#parvywarvy

Send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.

It was pretty unnerving at first. Seeing myself yet not at the same time. They look like me, but they act so so different.

For example, you have Alex who’s a lovable dork and so sweet then you have the ever confusing Parvy, the allergic to cats birb Parv who’s an Aetherian, the weird, but cool Parvis aaaannndddd also the nickname Parvy-Warvy who’s looking for his Strife.

And that’s not even half of the list!

-shrugs?-

It probably should? But it doesn’t??It used to make me want to avoid him at all costs, and I actually used to tell him how he frustrated and confused me and how I thought he was manipulating me into a relationship and how I didn’t understand what he was doing to me blah blah blah “this is SOMEHOW your fault” etc.

What was really happening is I had caught a case of The Feels and suddenly realised I had a heart that beats and Emotions that went beyond; misery, self-loathing and anger.

No, I’ve never regretted having my kids.

But… At the start of our relationship, I was worried I was making a mistake, that I would regret letting Parv into my life and letting him see me for who I am.

Now I realise, I was scared he’d see how I am and leave me, like Lalna did. That he wouldn’t accept that sometimes; I can’t show affection when other times I have no problem with it.That he wouldn’t accept that I’m emotionally stunted, that my history scarred me, shaped me into how I am.

I was scared, that my true face was too horrible, that my past would impede our relationship, our future.

[txt]: hey love, I believe you.

[txt]: I’ll send you the coordinates to get home, I didn’t give them to you before just in case, sorry sweetie.

[txt]: The kids can’t wait for you to get home, I’m uh, a bit tied up right now with something but they’ve made something for you, I can’t say what tho or they’ll throw water on me.

-huffs a laugh, grinning viciously-

You anons just don’t know when to shut your non-existent mouths, do you?

I sorely hope he gave your friend got a mouthful for /daring/ to question his loyalty.

Oh, and anon?

-looks over them, growling lowly-

Pretty sure that’s not how attitudes work, but nice try.

That was a valiant effort, almost made my finger twitch, good job. I commend you, oh pitiful anon.

-snorts-

-glowers at him-

We don’t /need/ a dog, but if you want one we can get one.