Atreus | Loki 🐺🏹 (boyofwar) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-02-02 00:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *andrea, *melissa, atreus, faye |
Log: Atreus & Faye
The strange house Kratos led Faye back to after fetching the head of Mimir was the same one she had woken up in. Unfortunately, her son was not inside of it now either and the ghost of anxiety drove her outdoors quickly. There was a chance Atreus was at his lessons, Kratos had said. But if the boy – the young man had seen the same notice her husband had, would he really have stayed put? And if he had, what did that mean? Her gyrfalcon cawed, circling overhead, and Faye wrapped her arms around herself. The sun was bright but did nothing to dispel the brittle cold. She should wait. Atreus had been through a great deal and learning the truth may have dented his love for her. Time may have dented his love for her. But as soon as the thought formed, her brow furrowed in stubborn rejection of it. She needed to see him. To see for herself that he’d lived through everything she had foreseen. She made a sharp turn towards the path that led away from the house, but froze at the sight of a young man lingering at the end of it. Atreus had stubborn feet, that were planted on the ground in front of him, unable to move. He’d gotten the notice out of school, and his new friends had noticed how his face shifted and changed as he looked at the electronic device that still felt uncomfortable to him. It had to be a joke, right? Someone else named Faye. It had still made his chest clutch and push him to hide - which he did, for a short time. But Atreus had never been good at sitting still and waiting - a trait his father still sighed about. On his way back, he’d heard the sound of Jöphie overhead, most likely searching for him. That was the moment he moved a little faster, starting to run, stopping just short of the end of the path, feet suddenly frozen until he saw her. “Mother,” It was like some otherworldly being pushed him again, and Atreus found himself running and launching into her arms, his own wrapping tightly around her. “Oh.” Faye only managed to breathe the word before Atreus was in her arms. She hugged him tightly for a long moment, emotion welling up behind her eyes and her hand caressing over the back of his hair. He was practically a man now. The loss that flashed across her heart paled in comparison to the relief and love there. Pulling back, she cradled his face between her hands and smiled tearfully. “My sweet boy, let me look at you.” Moving one little step back, she took in the whole of him and smiled a little more crookedly. “You have shot up like a sapling. You look strong. Healthy.” The word strangled a bit on her tongue. Not even prophecy had handled the worry that came with knowing her borrowed life force would eventually give out. “I can’t believe you’re here.” His voice was smothered by how close he was pressed in, how much he didn’t want to let go, now that he knew it was her. He would never admit to Kratos how his eyes welled with tears (he was a man now, after all), but there was no hiding it from his mother as she looked him over. Wiping them away hastily, Atreus squared his shoulders and stood proud. “I haven’t been sick in a long time-” Well, not since his body had struggled with his true nature. And being injured. But it had been a while. “I’ve climbed a lot of mountains. You know, muscle building. And father makes me train a lot-” He cut off from the rambling, nervous and excited and talking far too much. “Oh, I am sure he does,” Faye laughed and reached out to caress his damp cheek. “He says you are good and that I will be proud, but I never doubted that.” She had a thousand questions and wanted to encourage him to speak his fill, about whatever subject inspired him. But there was one question she needed answered first and foremost. Shifting her hand to his chest, she covered his heart with her palm and caught his gaze with a more serious one of her own. “How is your heart, Atreus? I know you have been through many trials and…well.” She smirked, giving a conspiratorial glance over her shoulder towards the house. “While I love your father very much, I know he does not always inspire the sharing of one’s feelings.” “He said that?” He sounded very much like the young and unsure boy that she knew, because as self-confident as he had gotten as of late, he still had moments of being wary of Kratos’ judgement. His mother was the one that had always been more gentle, and more confident in him. But he had gained a more even footing with his father, enough to smile a little through the tears that had welled up. “Father? No feelings?” He quipped with a little sarcastic edge, but the smile grew to show teasing, when it wouldn’t have in his younger days. “I’m-- good. Different now.” He looked up at her with a more serious expression, too young for worry lines and yet. “You really knew everything?” “He said that and more.” Her expression softened and she smiled. She didn’t clarify that most of what Kratos had said had been affectionate complaining about how open their son was with information and how much like her he was in everything else, because she could read between those lines just fine. She was too distracted by his question, anyway. “I--no. Not everything. It doesn’t work like that. It’s like...” Frowning, she dropped her hands away from him and closed her eyes for a moment. “...Like broad strokes of paint on a jagged rock. I knew enough. I knew...I could not be there to help guide you through it. I am deeply sorry for that, Atreus.” And more made Atreus shake his head a little, convincing himself in a small voice that it was probably just speaking of his training. But then, Father had always been a little more willing to talk to mother than he ever had Atreus. Recently though, things had been better, and he’d learned a lot more of what his father’s reasonings were. Became more understanding to that. Not caring how old he was, he dove in for another hug, wrapping his arms around her again and pressing a head against her shoulder. “You’re wrong. You were there, guiding us.” He didn’t want to talk about anything else that would hurt either of their hearts, so Atreus leaned back with a forced grin on his face. “And now it’s my turn! I can show you around this place. I’ve been exploring, and meeting everyone. Father hates it, but I think we could be really helpful to them.” Faye was relieved to find he was still short enough that she could press her cheek to the top of his head as she hugged him back and gave a watery laugh. “I am so glad you have not lost your kindness, my wonderful boy.” It would’ve been easy after all. Facing so much at such a young age, and finding out his parents had been keeping so much from him. She needed to talk to Kratos about how all of that had gone. But for now, she was all too happy to smile brightly and hold a hand out towards the path. “I would love a tour of this place.” She smirked and reached out to keep a gentle hand on his shoulder. “And to hear all about the friends you have been making. Spare no details, Atreus. I suspect you have many.” He should’ve told her it was touch and go for a while there, his demi-god cruelness peeking through for a brief time, but between his father and Mimir, Atreus had been set to rights quick enough. His head had merely gotten too big for a time, that was all. But he couldn’t bring himself to confess that to his mother. He’d always looked up to her, idolized her, and wanted to be the best for her. Impressing his father had been important, but his mother had done the bulk of his raising, and it was different with her. “Brok and Sindri aren’t here, I think they’d both hate it and love it, but all of my friends here are so interesting!” He started on the path ahead of her, jogging around with a bounce in his step as he walked backwards, arms out. “Wait until you have the food! There’s something called pie, and whipped cream!” |