Kiritsugu Emiya (dusttoashes) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2014-02-11 03:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: emerson dewitt, character: lucien harper, location: dewitt mansion, thread: complete, |week: 08, ~date: 08/august 29 |
WHO: Lucien and Emerson
WHERE: The De Witt Estate
WHEN: Week 8, Thursday, late afternoon
WHY More bonding over Emerson laying into Lucien's father over the phone.
WARNINGS: Language for sure, more will be added if needed
The more Emerson thought about it, the less angry he actually was at Lucien for falling off the wagon. He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't disappointed that the kid's sobriety had lasted for about a week, but the witch had expected his cousin to have a few slip ups. Alcohol and possibly drugs had been his security blanket for a long, serving as coping mechanism for all the shit he'd gone through growing up.
He'd been pacing in the study for the better part of the day. Beyond being worried about Lucien, he hadn't been able to shake the appalling anger he had at the kid's parents for not being as involved in his life as they should've been. He wasn't sure it was his place to say something, but eventually just thinking about it pissed him off enough to dial the number whether or not it was the best thing to do in that situation. He'd feel better after letting them know just what he thought about them, and it wasn't like Lucien would ever have to know.
Which had landed him where he was now, pacing in the study still but raising his voice to the point of yelling now that he had Lucien's father on the other line. He probably didn't realize at all how loud he was being, and he didn't much care at that particular moment either to know just how far the sound carried.
"You know what? Fuck you. Yeah. Oh no, you heard me loud and clear. Fuck. You." Now that Emerson was riled up enough, he wasn't letting Lucien's father get but a stammered word in edgewise. "You were so fucking caught up in Lucien fitting into your fucking bullshit idea of what a good son is that you put him through some serious, fucked up shit. Maybe if you'd spent a grand total of five minutes with your son instead of pawning him off on the fucking twisted ass clowns you called tutors he'd have a goddamn teaspoon of self respect. But no. You sent him to me because you thought he was some kind of failure because he didn't fit the mold you thought he should." He paused to take a breath until the man on the other end of the tried to get a word in again.
"No, no. Shut the fuck up. You're going to stop running your mouth for the first time in the history of ever and listen to somebody else do to you what you did to your son. Only this time? It's the goddamn undeniable truth and not some bullshit I'm pushing on you to make up for my own inadequacies as a human being. You're a fucking shitty father, and you've had it wrong all along. Lucien didn't fail you. You fucking failed him."