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Started September 26, 2020 by @Fraust

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(Sorry, I’ve kinda been selectively replying to RPs based on inspiration levels lol.)

“What’s your dad like? Is he kind to you?” Sigurd asked, turning to wash the dishes and clean up the clutter around the cottage.

(Np, I just thought you'd dropped it aha)
"Uhm… he and I don't talk too much. I talk to him more than he talks to me." Cerulean shrugged a bit. "He usually likes to give short answers and tell me to go away because he's tired from work. That's okay, though."

“He should listen to you, kid. That’s what parents do, they care about you. I’d know, I had a kid. Until he died, but that’s just what happens, ya know? My husband left me after that, for different reasons. Mainly the eldritch horror thing was a bit much for him.” he rambled, scrubbing the frying pan.

"Oh…" Cerulean curled up a bit more on the bed, kneading the sheets with his hands. "Uhm… I'm sorry about that, sir…" He was quiet for a few seconds. "Is my dad a good person?" He asked. "Do… do you think he'd care if I died?"

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t know him. But if it helps, I’d care if you died.” he said solemnly, seriously, making a promise to a duty of care to this small boy.

Cerulean nodded a bit and nibbled at his knuckles a bit, curling his tail around himself. "Uhm… t-thanks… when do I have to go back home?" He asked softly. After listening to Sigurd talk, he wasn't sure he actually wanted to go back.

“Whenever you want to, okay? You can stay here as long as you need, as long as it’s not hurting you.” Gods above, he had the power to destroy universes and he chose to use it to help a small child? What was he, even?

Cerulean nodded again and stuck his thumb in his mouth to gnaw on lightly, his finlike ears quivering a bit. "Am I a mistake, sir?" He asked softly. "Dad says that I am, but I dunno what that means…"

“A mistake is something that’s wrong, bad, wasn’t supposed to happen. That’s more me than you, kid, you’ve got plenty of life ahead of you. I ruined mine, but you’re still so ready, so powerful. You’re going to move mountains, I can feel it,” Sigurd smiled at the boy.

"But… he probably means that I wasn't supposed to happen…" Cerulean shifted around a bit. "I… I haven't seen any other dragon people like me. Is that because I'm a mistake? I think usually dragons are with other dragons, not people…"

“Nobody’s a mistake, not really. I’m sorry for being such a downer, I don’t… look, nobody is a mistake. You’re just who you are, and that’s that. We’re all people in the end.” he shrugged.

"Mmkay, sir… if you say so…" Cerulean curled up a little tighter and closed his eyes, trying not to let himself think too much. "If I'm not a mistake, then why does dad say that I am? I don't think he wants me around…"

“Some people are assholes and liars, if you’ll pardon my Akkoridish. Honestly, the man sounds like a very unpleasant person, I don’t blame you for wanting to leave him.“ Sigurd shrugged, sitting down next to Cerulean and patting his back.

"I-I don't… I don't know if I want to leave, sir, I just… I'm not sure if he wants me…" Cerulean looked away meekly and sighed, kneading the sheets again. "He never seems to notice if I'm gone for a while, so I dunno if he'd notice or care if I left entirely…"

“Well, then I don’t think he’s very safe to live with. If he doesn’t care, then that’s… well, that’s a problem.” Sigurd cursed underneath his breath. He was ruining this shoe thing, wasn’t he?

Cerulean yawned a bit and nibbled on his thumb again, curling his tail tighter around himself. "How's it not safe?" He asked softly. "Is it bad for me to live with my dad?"

“Well… he doesn’t seem to be protecting you like he should. There are bad people in the world, I don’t want to see you getting hurt,” he replied.

"Bad people?" Cerulean seemed almost confused. "But all the people I've met before are really nice… I mean, I've only met like, five people, but… most of them were nice…"

“I don’t trust your judgement of nice, based on how your father treats you.” Sigurd said darkly.

Cerulean cowered a bit and looked away. "Well, usually they just ask me to go away or they throw little fish at me! I like the fish. Catching fish can be hard sometimes, so it's real nice of them to just give them to me!"

“That’s not nice, kid. That really isn’t.” God fucking mother trucking hen clucking dammit, he’d adopted this boy now hadn’t he?

"Why not?" Cerulean asked, confused. "You gave me food too and that was nice of you. Why isn't it nice for them to give me food?"

“Kid, imagine if they were throwing rocks at you. Same principle, and they were probably the rot as well.” Sigurd said, unconsciously running his fingers through the boy’s hair like he did with his son when he was young.

"Oh…" Cerulean leaned into Sigurd's hand and relaxed a bit, purring softly at the attention. He obviously didn't get it very often. "It still tasted good, though! So it couldn't have been too bad…"

“I think you may have low standards. Just a sneaking suspicion.” he shrugged, not stopping his petting.

"What are standards, sir? I think that everybody should be treated nicely since most people are nice! I think…" He yawned a bit and nuzzled into the man's hand.