Aedan Vael (takeathief) wrote in angellogs, @ 2020-04-25 23:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | aedan vael, clarence physce, sebastian vael |
Who: Aedan, Clarence, Sebastian (in passing)
What: Therapy for Aedan.
Where: His office
When:Morning times.
Rating/Warnings: Aedan's history of medieval prostitution, his kidnapping, and other fun issues are probably going to crop up. He's also going to be talking about his issues with food (specifically stress related inability to swallow, keep food down. And some corporal punishment references. Medieval society, ya'll.
Status: Likely just them. Noah's welcome to meet them after if he likes?
"Ye canna be serious." The accented voice could likely be heard in the hallway as Sebastian walked Aedan toward his appointment. "Ye ken perfectly well that I'm FINE, Da, honestly." He sounded exasperated, and the expression on his face perfectly matched it.
"Aye, yer sae fine yeh've not kept down anything solid for a good, how many months now, Aed? December? Not to mention the latest stunt yeh've pulled."
Sebastian had reached the office door in question now, and by grabbing it with one hand, and Aedan's arm in the other, he managed to pull him in. Aedan may have been an assassin, and strong, but he wouldn't engage his blade here, at his FATHER, no matter how angry he was.
"My stunt?" Aedan snorted. "That's what we're callin' it no, are we? I gave you back the money, straight away when you found me out the day Pat dragged me tae yer office and..."
"That's another one." Sebastian steered Aedan toward one of the chairs. "It's Vael." He called to the person in reception. He didn't want to leave Aedan on his own, so there they were. "Yeh broke down bad enough that ye had the whole of the local terrified. That isnae fine tae me. And it's no about the money. Never was. It's the fact ye lied tae me since, what? November? Told me the last office went to cash only because of a problem with the manager and ah believed yeh like a fool. Yeh took advantage of me and of Noah and everybody blood else. No' quite the actions of a sane man, I would say. If yeh were just a few years younger, it'd be more than this, and yeh ken that quite well."
Aedan snorted at that, folding his arms over his chest as he surveyed his father. "Och aye? Yeh'd what? Resort tae violence? Over this?"
"Aye, so I would," Sebastian glowered back. "When it's a matter of yer safety, ah dinna see much choice. Yeh did deliberately throw yerself in harm's way for a good number of months, my lad. What followed that before, when yeh werena quite so grown?"
Aedan considered the possibility, because all right, Sebastian had a point on THAT one, though he could count on the fingers of one hand the times his father actually had done it. Still.
"...Glad I'm three years tae old for that, then." He decided, and Sebastian quirked an amused brow at him.
"That's better. " he gave Aedan a little nod. "I kent yeh were smarter than that. Now, talk to yer new therapist and after it, we'll go do something." He'd been about to suggest food, but that being a problem these days, it didn't seem fair to offer. "Just be...well, you let him help, won't you? Come on." He patted Aedan's shoulder and gave him what he hoped was an encouraging grin. "What'd I always tell you about getting on with hard stuff, eh? Head doon, Arse up."
"So why's it feel like I'm going to an execution?" Aedan rolled his eyes a little, but he stretched his legs out, nodding. The doctor would be out here any minute now, and well. He guessed it somehow could well have been worse, and sighed, repeating the words instead.
"Head doon, arse up."