forever obsessed abt the tim > saxon > lochy pipeline.
like saxon being shaped in his dadâs image, following in his footsteps like a good obedient puppy, never finding out who he is, what he wants, too eager to be just like tim, working in his company, under his authority, never seeing the flaws of his father bc itâs like heâs wearing heart-shaped glasses where tim is concerned, and heâs too excited, to be good, to be a man, to be just like his dad, and then the brutal comedown, his dads image suddenly ruined when the truth comes to lightâ
âand in parallel weâve got saxon grooming his younger brother, moulding him in his image, being so excited to have something someone thatâs his, and maybe even feeling like his dad in a way, old and mature enough to pave the way for lochy, to feed himself off that worship he himself has nurtured towards his dad, to be a mentor, an idol, only to suddenly get a taste of his own medicine when lochy shows him just how much it worked, just how far it went andâ
and itâs just. fucked.
bc thatâs not what he felt towards tim, was it? like, thatâs not, there wasnât anything, fundamentally wrong, or fucked, and there areâlines, somewhere, right? but everythingâs getting blurry, and theyâre just mirrors of each other, unable to exist without the other, father to son to older brother to younger brother, a cycle they canât stop, a serpent eating its own tail, and saxon, caught in the middle of it all
