However, the last time he’d seen his demi-god son was when he had been facing down monsters to save a dragon. He had looked like something out of legend… More like a God than a mortal. Memories turn back to the days he had thought he loathed the child when instead he had hated himself. d’Artagnan had never hurt Mesec, he had even helped him to contact his mother at one point in time and it was in those moments that he felt more like a son than a mistake. Finally, on seeing him face down those monsters d’Artagnan had realized that Mesec had become much greater than he and a small moment of happiness filled his heart. At least the boy appeared to suffer little now he had reached adulthood. He had done quite well considering both his mother and father were murdering schemers.
"Mesec" he nodded to his son as he noticed how the boy lingered back from him. Aramis returned at that point, creeping in to stand beside the shade and take a look at the stallion he once knew as a young colt. "Don’t dither over there, I’m not going to eat you" he groaned as he touched the mental bond to his companion "look what I’ve done" d’Artagnan lamented.
"You know how different you were, don’t act regretful now" the hellion complained in response.
The Nightshade conceded. Aramis was right. Mesec had never been much like him, or his younger half sister Aviya for that matter, the red had learned that the two never got on that well. Sacre was much more like Mesec, always disappearing until one day he never came back. It appeared his children either went extremely left or extremely right. "Where do you dwell now? Have you been well… Since the dragon?"
@[Mesec] omg that picture bahaha that’s brilliant xD <33
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