“I’ve never cared for holidays, but if you want to decorate, my house is yours. Feel free- just remember to keep the sunlight from coming through any cracks.”
“Dad, did you have some bad experiences with the holidays in the past?” He asked. “Oh and have you seen the record of The Nutcracker Suite? It’s around here somewhere. We should organize the records in order by musician or album title.”
“I know where everything is. It’s fine.” He almost barks the sentence, disturbed at the thought of Shadow organizing his things. True the house was littered with his hoarde of instruments, books, and old devices he had yet to part with, but he knew where everything was and that was enough. But if Shadow was to stay, then maybe some organizing could be for the better. “It’s where it should be..The attic, in an old chest in the attic filled with your childhood items that became mixed with my luggage when I…When I needed the distance.”
“I’ve never cared for holidays, but if you want to decorate, my house is yours. Feel free- just remember to keep the sunlight from coming through any cracks.”
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Adam hesitates as he looks up at the camera footage of a familiar face outside his door. It had been years since he’d seen Shadow, but he knew the boy’s features anywhere. He’d thought he’d seen him recently but had been too afraid of the anger that may follow if he were to suddenly come back without a proper explanation for his disappearance.
Rising slowly from the couch, he pulls on his old robe, wearing nothing but his pants underneath. Each soft thud of his bare feet against the wooden floor raises his anxiety and he catches himself holding his breath as he grasps the door handle. Calmly, he lets out his breath, shaking his head. It was ridiculous to be so nervous. Shadow would forgive him. Wouldn’t he? The boy had always been kind and forgiving, but what had his sudden abandonment when the boy had grown old enough to care for himself done to him?
With one last deep breath, he slowly turns the handle, his eyes on the ground as he steps aside to allow Shadow inside. “Come in, Shadow… Make yourself at home.”
The older teenager’s heart seemed to pound as he heard his adoptive father’s footsteps come towards the door. Finally, while it was only mere moments, though it felt like an eternity to the boy, the door opened. There he saw the vampire, looking down, but inviting him nonetheless. The large duffle bag in his right hand that the boy had put together himself, decorating the outside with quilt squares he had picked up from the many places he had moved to with his vampiric family, and the paper bag filled with some vinyl records in his left hand dropped down to the ground.
Ulysses moved then, coming up to Adam and wrapping him in a warm hug.
“I missed you, Papa!” He said. The seventeen year old has changed, had grown taller and matured, but some elements about him remained constant, a woven part of his very core. “Mama did too. You’ll have to call her. We’ve been really worried about you.”
His words were spilling over. But perhaps it was expect after such a period between seeing his father. Then again, he also supposed that he was still recovering from some certain events that had happened so recently. In any case he’d have to remember to thank Heimdall later from locating his father and dropping him off at Adam’s front door.
Dropping him off. He paused for a moment before letting go of Adam. He turned back down to see burned in etchings on the dirt before the stoop.
“Oh! Sorry about the burn marks in the garden! I didn’t realize that the Bifrost would do that. I’ll see if there is a way to remove them. Or I can plant something over them. Maybe some rose bushes or something.” He felt the need to apologize before turning back to his father.
The Bifrost. Right. He wasn’t entirely sure what his father knew of Norse mythology, but he did know that he had explaining to do.
“Papa, we need to talk. I… I figured out my origins, my parentage. And uh…Lets just say I’m not a zombie…human.” He swallowed before reaching to pick up his bags. “If you still have a working kettle, I’ll make myself some tea and we can talk. Oh! I have some pure blood for you. I thought you might be running low.”
Seeing the boy up close, Adam pauses to take in how his cheeks had thinned, how his eyes once large and shining seemed both relieved and tired. Had he been journeying long? Or was he waiting to burst with the grief he’d built up throughout the years? When had he grown so tall? The child he’d dared to raise with Eve despite their nutrition needs had grown in ways that he’d not grown for over five centuries. Still, the boy looked oddly like himself now that he’d grown to near adulthood.
“Ulysses…” Adam’s voice is soft as he returns the boy’s embrace, his hands feeling at his shoulders and hair as he takes in his familiar scent. There was no doubt it was Ulysses. The quilts on his bag had been proof enough, but nothing could replicate his scent or warmth so perfectly. “I’ve missed you too. Hurry inside, before someone notices. I’ve called Eve..I’ll see her as soon as she’s done with what she’s doing. But for now let’s- ”
Turning his gaze to the ground, confusion takes over his features. Scorchmarks…Ancient runes and Nordic designs. Looking back at Ulysses, he nods, his lips pursing into a thin line as he considers the boys solutions to covering the markings up. The last thing he wanted was something NOTICABLE on his lawn. Then everyone would flock to see and he’d have to move again to hide from the others and the hunters, as well as the zombies.
“Cover it as soon as possible…” He glances at the markings again, a sinking feeling in his chest. Why did they seem to worry him so much? Was it the anxiety of someone else noticing? No. There was something else about them that seemed to cause discomfort. But what?
Taking the bags from the boy, he hurries him inside as he begins to talk again about his origins. “Your parentage? You’ve never given a damn about that before.” Or had he? Being raised by vampires couldn’t have been easy on Ulysses. Had he always wondered about his real family? It would
The dark haired boy knocked on the door. "It's me, Shadow. I found some vinyl records that I thought you might like."
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Adam hesitates as he looks up at the camera footage of a familiar face outside his door. It had been years since he’d seen Shadow, but he knew the boy’s features anywhere. He’d thought he’d seen him recently but had been too afraid of the anger that may follow if he were to suddenly come back without a proper explanation for his disappearance.
Rising slowly from the couch, he pulls on his old robe, wearing nothing but his pants underneath. Each soft thud of his bare feet against the wooden floor raises his anxiety and he catches himself holding his breath as he grasps the door handle. Calmly, he lets out his breath, shaking his head. It was ridiculous to be so nervous. Shadow would forgive him. Wouldn’t he? The boy had always been kind and forgiving, but what had his sudden abandonment when the boy had grown old enough to care for himself done to him?
With one last deep breath, he slowly turns the handle, his eyes on the ground as he steps aside to allow Shadow inside. “Come in, Shadow… Make yourself at home.”
. loki’s all too aware that his mercies have been anything but. yes, he might have been MORE cruel, MORE sadistic, but it was not to say that he was without blame simply because he hadn’t escalated to the very heights of depravity. normally adam would have challenged him on precisely that point, and to hear him agreeing, almost thanking him even….the god’s face is carefully blank, yet it is the lack of expression that gives away his shock. formulating a response to this takes longer than it should, the god’s quick wit dulled by adam’s unexpected surrender.
❝ it is what you make of it, ❞ he intones with a haughty sniff, snapping himself out of this strange state to reclaim control of the situation again.
❝ but if you optimize your eternity, you can become the most powerful being in the entire universe. ❞ and also the most lonely, but vætki had no intentions of expressing that to adam.
❝ have you not yourself chosen an endless pursuit of knowledge? ❞ but perhaps that was over now, his mind and spirit broken under the trickster’s heel. somehow, it leaves an acrid taste in his mouth, which only serves to frustrate him. THIS is what he wanted, yes? why, then, does he feel as though he has LOST something in adam’s surrender?
“I never wanted power. I was not so desperate for the world to see me that I sought to claim power over them. To be remembered, to continue to see the world’s changes and learn more… That is what I wanted. But not anymore. Not without-” Adam stops himself from saying Eve’s name, the very thought of mentioning it causing his heart to feel like a heavy stone sinking further into the depths of his sorrows. If he did not mention her, if her memory was not tainted by Vaetki further, perhaps he could still cling to her light in secret. Even if he was never to see her again, and to be a prisoner for eternity at Vaetki’s side, he could escape for brief moments in the memories of her.
“You have won, isn’t that what you wanted? For me to bow at your feet, to act like a dog, loyal and desperate for your attention?” Looking away from Vaetki, he slowly moves to sit on the sofa in the room, pale hands reaching for the small supply of blood Vaetki had allowed him just the night before to see if he’d missed even a single drop. “You look shocked…After all this time, is it that surprising?”“
Hi, so, my nephew is turning 8 on July 18th. I asked him what he wanted that he didn’t have-thinking he’d say a toy or movie. He instead said, “There’s nothing really… except maybe friends.”
He’s been attending school for three years now, kinder-2nd, and is going into 3rd. In all that time he hasn’t made but one friend who moved away in kindergarten. The other children refuse to be his friend because they want to do things like sports, things they are mentally aged to do. My nephew, however, is still mentally around 5, loves bunnies, to play with legos, to play imaginary games, and play video games. Sports and other 8-year-old things are not on his radar. This means even if COVID wasn’t keeping friends away, none of the children have even attempted to be his friends. The one who did this past school year abandoned him shortly after he realized my nephew didn’t play how he wanted. So unlike his sister, who he has to see play online with her friends, have parties with friends, etc. he is left with only me and his mom, dad & sister to really be around on his birthday.
There are no autistic groups (that I can find) that we can take him to play with other kids, but with COVID and his dad being in poor health it’s not a good idea to do that atm anyways.
So I am here, asking, for people to perhaps show him some kindness and send him birthday greetings to let him know he is not alone, and people in this world are kind. Making friends may take time, but at the very least, perhaps we can make him feel special for his birthday.
I will be tagging things he loves in hopes of finding people to help spread birthday wishes.
Please send all messages to my inbox.
For those interested I also have a fb link to share the basic message there to seek more well wishes.
My nephew is turning 8 and all he wants for his birthday(July 18th) is friends. Because he is autistic, and mentally still around 4-5, kids at school like to igore his existence. When I asked what he wanted that he didn’t have he said friends. I can’t supply friends, but if possible, I CAN supply a stream of loving messages and birthday wishes from people online so he feels special for just one day and like someone out there cares for him.
My sisters birthday was today, 16th, and she’s been miserable all day because she feels like a failure at parenting despite being the best mother in our family and she takes extra care with his autism and has been on the ball since we first suspected he had it. But she can’t force children to be her sons friends. If you’d like to tell her happy birthday as well, you can also do so there. She too doesn’t have anyone besides me, her friends are trash who ignore her existence. But mostly I am asking that people help cheer her up by giving her son birthday wellwishes etc.
PLEASE HELP ME SPREAD THIS SO MY NEPHEW CAN SEE THAT NOT ALL PEOPLE ARE HEARTLESS
Help me out guys, AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!
*Feel free to inbox me the messages if you do not have twitter
My nephew is turning 8 and all he wants for his birthday(July 18th) is friends. Because he is autistic, and mentally still around 4-5, kids at school like to igore his existence. When I asked what he wanted that he didn’t have he said friends. I can’t supply friends, but if possible, I CAN supply a stream of loving messages and birthday wishes from people online so he feels special for just one day and like someone out there cares for him.
My sisters birthday was today, 16th, and she’s been miserable all day because she feels like a failure at parenting despite being the best mother in our family and she takes extra care with his autism and has been on the ball since we first suspected he had it. But she can’t force children to be her sons friends. If you’d like to tell her happy birthday as well, you can also do so there. She too doesn’t have anyone besides me, her friends are trash who ignore her existence. But mostly I am asking that people help cheer her up by giving her son birthday wellwishes etc.
PLEASE HELP ME SPREAD THIS SO MY NEPHEW CAN SEE THAT NOT ALL PEOPLE ARE HEARTLESS
Help me out guys, AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!
*Feel free to inbox me the messages if you do not have twitter
My nephew is turning 8 and all he wants for his birthday(July 18th) is friends. Because he is autistic, and mentally still around 4-5, kids at school like to igore his existence. When I asked what he wanted that he didn’t have he said friends. I can’t supply friends, but if possible, I CAN supply a stream of loving messages and birthday wishes from people online so he feels special for just one day and like someone out there cares for him.
My sisters birthday was today, 16th, and she’s been miserable all day because she feels like a failure at parenting despite being the best mother in our family and she takes extra care with his autism and has been on the ball since we first suspected he had it. But she can’t force children to be her sons friends. If you’d like to tell her happy birthday as well, you can also do so there. She too doesn’t have anyone besides me, her friends are trash who ignore her existence. But mostly I am asking that people help cheer her up by giving her son birthday wellwishes etc.
PLEASE HELP ME SPREAD THIS SO MY NEPHEW CAN SEE THAT NOT ALL PEOPLE ARE HEARTLESS
If you do not have twitter please feel free to inbox me the messages!
❝It’s in the past. The past doesn’t concern me.❞ Steadying his voice, the vampire turns his gaze away from the god. He’d lost. Everything, even Eve, would forever be out of his reach so long as Vaetki lived. So long as he had control of the strings of his existence, Vaetki would never allow him to return to his previous life. He would waste away, pining for Eve, for her scent, her touch, for her very presence. ❝What matters now is who I am with now.❞ He chokes on his words. “You..Loki.”
. the god’s eyes are wary the moment adam speaks, expecting another OUTBURST of rebellion he’s come to expect from the creature. some part of him admires that the fight has not left him so easily, but he can see in his eyes that the day draws nearer that he surrenders to vætki’s will entirely. he will realize that he is without hope, and the god’s control over him will be complete. but what then?
he doesn’t expect to find out so soon and yet he can see the light leave adam’s eyes, the last stitch of pride plucked from his spine. it has happened, and yet vætki feels too shocked to gloat in his victory. he clears his throat, eyes sweeping over the vampire as if searching for any sign of trickery. ❝ you’ve finally realized how futile it is to fight me, then. ❞ he doesn’t trust that this is sentimental in any fashion, only the breaking of his will.
❝ i have been relatively KIND to you considering what others in my place might have done. they would have stopped at nothing to mold you and twist you into a weapon, a curse. ❞
Body heavy, Adam begins to slump, his posture, though not usually perfect, becoming more slouched as Vaetki clears his throat to speak. Expecting a sharp and mocking comment, the vampire steadys himself, hoping that the gods venomous tongue does not cause him even more harm. Though he did accept that there was no hope, what he feared the most was the god breaking him entirely. Taking every ounce of his will and soul as he pleased, picking away like a vulture at him even after his spirit would cease to live, and he would remain a husk of his former self.
When he recalls the many days and nights spent with Vaetki, he thinks to argue, to remind the god of his cruelty, of his abuse and attempts to starve him to a state where he would desperetely seek the blood of the living straight from the source. He recalls being locked inside the cave, his only friend a runt bat he’d decided to name Béla, and the times he had been alowed to leave only to be traps to dissuade him further. How many times had he wanted to die, even attempted to find something in the cave that may assist him to do it himself, only for Vaetki to appear as if he’d been watching even during the times when he’d be gone for days at a time? If that was kindness, it was not a kindness he enjoyed.
Though he wanted to, argueing over Vaetki’s cruelty would only give Vaetki reason to attack him further. Tired and defeated, the vampire looks up to the god, feeling as if he were the height of a small child compared to the other. "Yes, you’ve shown me great kindness… I am grateful.” Looking away from Vaetki, Adam holds his breath, thinking of anything to say to please the real monster before him. “If this is what you call immortality, it is a fucking curse… To never die..to keep living..”
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