Re: log: adrian and ren - in the cottage
Ren pressed his fingers against Adrian, reassuring and secure against him. One of the more frustrating things he'd encountered when he'd been training was the deep lack of security in whether or not he'd be accepted with what he could do. It had made everything more difficult when he hadn't been certain if he'd manage in one way or another to piss his Uncle off and be left half trained, and potentially - at least at that point he'd believed - dangerous. Adrian was getting all of his reassurance that Ren was here and in it to figure it out, whatever that meant.
"What do you feel about Sue?" He asked quietly. He wasn't unaware of the venom that had been attached to the statement, but he didn't want to assume anything at this moment and it had been a long time since he and Adrian had talked about Sue, and a longer time it seemed since he'd talked to Sue and it felt as if there were pieces splintered off, fractures of Adrian, maybe? The Obscurus, and the magic, and Sue, and something bolder and more brazen there? Or maybe Sue and Adrian both were approaching whatever had created the obscurus in the first place in different ways.
With his free hand he lifted the mug, and took a sip. "I don't know if I can teach you magic, like..." he glanced around the cottage. "I can't do this, but I think maybe that's not important here? And I think you might be right. If the Obscurus is part of that magical part of you, and you can feel it, maybe actually connecting with it will be healing..." He didn't know if healing was the right word, he didn't know if there was a specific cure here, or if it was something Adrian learned to manage, but he didn't know that it mattered which right now. What felt like it mattered was that Adrian believed he held control over his life, and the various pieces of it. "What happens if you try to do magic now? What's kept you from learning it?"