The Future Freaks Me Out

August 16, 2018

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Started by Axel Vasilyev, Aug 10, 2018, 11:02 PM



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Axel Vasilyev

beautiful disaster
Age
18
Gender
Male
Race
Necromancer
Ethnicity
Russian
Play By
Liam Hemsworth
I came into this world screaming and covered in someone else's blood. I'm not afraid to go out that way, too.
Aug 10, 2018, 11:02 PM Last Edit: Sep 09, 2018, 06:48 PM by giratina
He needed more complication in his life, he did. So the universe answered, apparently, and here he was, nine pregnancy tests later (every fucking one was positive), sitting on the swinging bench on the front porch, watching the sunset and trying not to have a giant melt-down. That sounded worse than he meant it, really. Any other time, maybe he'd even be kind of excited, you know, having a baby was a capital Big Deal, your life changed in all kinds of ways, and that was sort of the point of life, he figured. Having kids, continuing your bloodline, making a difference in other people's lives, these were things that weren't always tangible, but generally ended up meaning the most. Being remembered, that was how people that weren't innately immortal lived forever, and teaching the next generation to do better was how the world changed and improved.

It was kind of nice, in a sense, to have the opportunity to be a part of that, but he had other problems, too, maybe problems that didn't necessarily set him up on the best foundation for raising a kid. Didn't people do things where they went to doctors and stuff all the time when they were pregnant? It wasn't like he'd know. He didn't know anyone that'd been pregnant around him. Aunt Nat hadn't even glanced in the direction of having children, which was unfortunate, because she'd make a great mom, already did as far as Axel was concerned. She'd been the mom his own mom couldn't be there to be, and no, Axel wasn't bitter about it. It wasn't like his mom had been like, okay, I had this fucked up mess of a child, let me die now. (He wouldn't admit it, but sometimes, he wondered about that, usually when he'd had a few too many cheap beers.)

He should tell them. He didn't have medical coverage, though, prenatal care might be rather expensive. Having the kid in the first place would probably be pretty expensive. What he actually needed was a better job, or to work more, as he didn't put in enough hours to make nearly enough to support a kid. They needed, like, diapers and food and clothes and they were constantly outgrowing their clothes, too, and he wasn't sure if they had any of the stuff from when he was a kid, if not, he'd need furniture and whatnot. Mostly, he'd been avoiding thinking about it. Because thinking about it always eventually led back to wondering whose it was, then remembering there was no real way of knowing anyhow, and even if there was, it wasn't like either he or the kid would have any sort of relationship with them.

He should tell them. Mikhail was pretty skilled at picking up on Axel-is-hiding-something, and aunt Nat wasn't far behind (apparently, she knew he was a he before he did). What if they asked normal questions to ask? Like, whose it was? What was he supposed to say? Sure, Axel had flings, but he never had irresponsible ones. And when he said he didn't know, because he didn't, it'd be pretty obvious what happened. And honestly, Axel wasn't sure he was ready to admit it happened. Because in saying it did, however indirectly, it made it a little more real, harder to ignore, and yes, he knew he shouldn't ignore it anyway, but what the fuck else was he supposed to do with it? And he knew, he'd known walking out on the Tigers would end badly. He knew that. He did it anyway. So it wasn't like he had room to complain about it, because, what, it was bad in a way he didn't like? Tough shit, right?

Uuugh. He slid down in his seat, switching from staring at the trees to staring at the porch ceiling. It wasn't like he hadn't been off since then, anyway. The usual vibrance was only sort of there, and when it was, it was strained, like he had to try too hard, and he did. Had he ever mentioned he was bad with his own feelings? He was.

@Lenara Viki prolly. yeah. lol only took an age, my bad.

Viktor Vasilyev

Age
49
Gender
Male
Race
Necromancer
Ethnicity
Russian
Play By
Norman Reedus
Viktor had just gotten home from work. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was mentally finishing a job, making sure he knew precisely what would need to be done to be finished with that project tomorrow so he could start something new. So, he was just the slightest bit distracted. ... But not nearly enough so to miss Axel sitting by himself on the bench swing out front. Okay, well that wasn't all that weird, he reminded himself. Sometimes they all needed a minute or two to themselves. Still, Axel had been a little... off lately, and Viktor was somewhat worried about him, all things being honest.

That contributed to his choice to remain on the porch instead of continuing inside and leaving Axel alone. After all, if Axel asked him to go away, he could easily keep going. But just the two of them out here, it might be a chance to get him to talk, at least a little about anything that might be going on. Viktor wouldn't hold his breath, his son could be... well, very closed off about some things. It seemed to be a family trait. Not a good one, but a family trait that Axel had come by rather honestly. Still it was worth trying, because he was concerned and he did care.

Approaching the subject seemed difficult though. Immediately pressing into the fact that he was acting strangely was not the best way of handling it, he was sure. It seemed most likely that it would just going to cause Axel to clam up about it. But Viktor thought that maybe opening the door was a good idea, at least a little. Reminding Axel that he could talk to them, that they were his family and they would always love and accept him no matter what life was throwing at them.

Axel was important, and his feelings were too. Even if feelings were confusing things.

"Something on your mind?" Viktor found himself asking. It wasn't ideal, he didn't think but it was better than some of the alternatives. He could have gone on, probably. But he didn't, instead letting the statement stand on its own, and allowing Axel to choose to answer or to ask him to back down. In the end it had to be up to Axel whether he opened up or not. Just like Nat hadn't been able to help him until Viktor had let her in. It was a hard thing to accept at times, but it was also reality.

He leaned against one of the supports for the porch ceiling, watching Axel for the moment.

(... this is. Not as long as I wanted but okay).

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