Mille 008

[prettyhazknight]

Who: Mille and the kids (you know who you are)
Where: Mille's Church
Style: Anything goes!
Status: Closed-ish? Let me know if you want to show up

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[godchild]

Cain was up early - or late as the case may be. He was exhausted. He had been out walking late in the night and then, for a time, he was confused as to where he meant to go. And then he started walking towards the church, relieved that he remembered exactly where he was supposed to be.

Home.

Running one hand wearily back through his hair, he tried to sneak in the front door quietly, softly padding inside, meaning to head to his room undetected.

[prettyhazknight]

Hearing the door, Mille paused and looked around the corner to see one dark haired son of his. He smiled as he watched Cain make the attempt to get to his room without being noticed. Waiting until he was just past him, Mille stepped out with his arms crossed.

"Welcome back."

That was all that needed to be said.

[godchild]

Cain paused a beat. Then he rotated around on the heel of his right foot, all nonchalance on the surface.

Damn.

"Good morning...father," Cain greeted, the address polite, yet impudent at the same time, simply by the look in his eye when he said it. A rebellious teenager is rebellious, after all - only Cain's form of rebellion was subtle, ie sneaking out, collecting dangerous items despite warnings, and so forth - probably stemming from some inexplicable, deeply rooted sense of not belonging. The prodigal son.

[prettyhazknight]

It was fortunate that Mille understood rebellion. And other things. After all, he had been known (and sometimes still was) for going out and doing dangerous things on his own. And carrying explosives.

And so on.

"Did you bring me a present this time or was it just another walk?"

[godchild]

Cain made a slight face at the notion, but he glanced away, feeling like a rotten child for not making gestures like that. His brothers weren't like him in that regard. They were good sons.

"I wanted to be alone."

[prettyhazknight]

Coming over, Mille smiled fondly at him and gave him a kiss on his head. Luckily, this time he saw him leave so at least he was prepared for it. Besides that, Cain always was one to be on his own rather than being with others.

"You usually do."

[godchild]

Cain closed his eyes at the affection. He was guarded as a rule, but when anyone crossed the personal space he reinforced, when they moved past the invisible armor he wore, he was defenseless. Some of the hard edge melted and he was more like the person he wished he could be.

"I'm sorry," Cain apologized, well-aware that he wasn't in trouble. But the fact that he wasn't compelled him even more to ask for forgiveness.

[prettyhazknight]

"You have nothing to apologize for." Mille just kept smiling then looked him up and down a couple times. He did look uninjured and so on. That was something positive.

"Did you find anything to bring home for your collections?"

[godchild]

Cain glanced up at Mille from beneath the dark fringe of his lashes, debating letting him in on exactly what he'd found. Would he get in trouble for this one?

But his own pride overshadowed any worry, and so Cain nodded a little and removed the specimen jar from his inside pocket. There was a very poisonous-looking spider crawling around inside, thumping at the side with a pair of its legs.

[prettyhazknight]

Leaning in, Mille took a close look at the spider. Definitely poisonous. Then again, what wasn't when it came to things that Cain brought home. Big gold eyes blinked curiously then he smiled brightly.

"I take it you'll be milking this one too? She's a feisty one." He'd already learned to tell the difference between the gender for spiders.

[godchild]

"Yes. She was hard to catch," Cain shared, smiling a little as he looked at the agitated spider.

[prettyhazknight]

"I can imagine! Come get something to eat and then you can go play with your poisons some more." Mille tapped the container lightly and smiled at the little creature.

[godchild]

The way his father made light of his dangerous hobby made Cain roll his eyes. Essentially it made it sound uncool and childish.

The teenager grumbled something about not being hungry, but it was half-hearted and obviously a lie.

[prettyhazknight]

"You never are. Which is why I have you eat. That way you can stay this way." Mille winked at him and fixed Cain's hair affectionately then guided his son over to where the food was.

He was going to eat something.

End of story.

[godchild]

"But there is no pleasure in eating when one is forced to do it," Cain replied, a touch melodramatic, as might be expected of a well-read teenager.

Still, he sighed, knowing it was a losing battle before the words came out of his mouth.

[prettyhazknight]

"Does that mean you'll eat willingly so I don't have to force you?" Mille asked, working to turn that little retort back around on his son.

Mainly because he was far too used to these talks.