[Closed] misteaks' mistakes (catchall)

[gluttoning]

Who: Misteaks and also some other people
What: Event catchall + dungeon runs
When: August - September, maybe later who knows
Where: various, please note in headers
Content Warnings: parental death, child abuse (emotional/verbal), child death, ED mention. Please cw in headers.

[overflow and log space for August and September]

Comments

[gluttoning]

...Yeah. She could have run the whole country someday if she wanted, I'm sure.

[Being the only girl surrounded by a ton of boys would do that, he thinks. They all adored her. She would have had the world in her hands.

...]

I don't think many of us would have bothered at the time. But Aiden, the brother right before me? He was always taking pictures of everything so he could show them off to friends later. And he loved showing Lilith off.

So most of what we have now of Lily... I think he's a big part of that.

[secondthoughts]

[ Hector believes it. His mind starts leaping at what-ifs, but he knows that's a dangerous path to go down. Maybe not for him, personally, in this situation—no. But in general. So he shoves those aside.

He reaches to clap a hand on Misteaks's arm and gives him a little shake. It's a gesture of comfort more than anything. ]

You should thank Aiden next time you talk to him. It might've been a little thing at the time, but that's irreplaceable now.

[ Because, well... Maybe that's a talk he'll have with Misteaks one day, maybe not. If Hector refuses to talk about his sister, then... ]

I know wherever she is now, she knows you still love her.

[gluttoning]

...

[This is where he goes quiet - less out of pain and more something else. A reminder, something that eases his expression even if he doesn't speak up right away.

Lily still loved him.]

...

Same with yours. If now is anything close to what I felt...

I think Demet knows for you, too. Wherever she is.

[secondthoughts]

[ Hector keeps his eyes on Misteaks for a little while, his expression sobering.

He never thought of her watching over him. It always toed too dangerously close to his delusions and hallucinations that, once they stopped, he never bothered entertaining the idea.

Who knows where she is. She could've run away. She might be dead. He'll never know.

But...the look on Misteaks's face tells him that it's not worth arguing. Take the sentiment and go. ]

Yeah.

[ His eyes drop to the side, contemplative. ]

...Thanks.

[gluttoning]

[He hums a gentle affirmative, before a hand goes to clap against Hector's shoulder.]

I know a good stand nearby with slushies the size of your head. I think that's probably better than this heat.

You want to come get one?

[secondthoughts]

[ Hector smiles a little at the clap. Misteaks—Barrett is a good kid. He doesn't deserve this trauma.

He steps back and gestures with a sweeping motion back towards the fair, glimpses of a more genuine Hector quickly boarded up and blocked from view. ]

Of course. After you.

[ Maybe things can be more light-hearted from now on. ]