marionette-onceler:

flame-ler:

Flame-ler let out a long and heavy sigh. “What do you want me to do? Open my arms up to him and act like he didn’t leave? Act like he hadn’t been absent for fifteen years? The man didn’t even say goodbye! He just left, Mari. I woke up one day and his dumb old truck was gone and so was he. It may be selfish of me to say I want him gone, but it was selfish of him to leave in the first place.”

No, don’t pretend like it never happened. But talk to him. He’s still the man who took you out on camping trips when you were little, Flames. And you’re still the little boy who loved it when he did, no matter how much you might try to deny it. -He reached out and rubbed Flames’ shoulder.- …just talk to him before you loose the chance.

“Fine, I’ll talk to him.” He grumbled, though he didn’t really want to. “But that’s all I’m going to do. I don’t want him to be here, I especially don’t want Kendall getting attached to him because then he’ll just hurt her the same way he did me.”

marionette-onceler:

flame-ler:

“He’s my father and he’s offering too little, too late.” He grumbled, rolling over onto his side. “I don’t think you understand how much I hate the man. If he were on fire and I had a glass of water, I would drink the water, but only after I pointed the fact out to him. And honestly, I don’t think you realize how close we got to that situation tonight.”

-Mari frowned and sat down next to him.- ..It’s only ‘too late’ when one is dead. -He said quietly, loosening his cravat.- You’re right, though. I don’t realize nor understand. How could I? My own father left me nearly 65 years ago, enough time for my rage to all but disappear. But my father never came back, and he never will. -He looked Flames over.- I would give almost  anything to see him again. To hear him say he’s sorry and have the chance to make things right… -Mari’s frown grew.- …and you have that chance, but you’re choosing to let your hurt and rage take over. 

Flame-ler let out a long and heavy sigh. “What do you want me to do? Open my arms up to him and act like he didn’t leave? Act like he hadn’t been absent for fifteen years? The man didn’t even say goodbye! He just left, Mari. I woke up one day and his dumb old truck was gone and so was he. It may be selfish of me to say I want him gone, but it was selfish of him to leave in the first place.”

marionette-onceler:

flame-ler:

marionette-onceler:

flame-ler:

Logan did his best to smile. “Thank you, Mari, you’re very kind.” He said, glad to take the offer. It would be much better than his truck, that was for sure. He turned to his son, wanting to say something more, but decided it was best not to. “I’ll be sure to be out of your hair in the morning.”

Think nothing of it. You’re my guest, and very soon to be my family. -His smile turned genuine, and he turned to address his fiance.- Darling you can go ahead and get ready for bed. I’ll be there in a little bit. 

-He kissed Flames on the cheek before motioning the other to follow.- This way, please. -He lead him down the hall and stopped in front of the room, which was a few away form his own.- This will be your room for the evening. Please, make yourself at home. -He flipped a switch, and the room was illuminated in a soft light. It was a light blue room, with cream carpeting and walnut furniture.- If you need anything, we’re right down the hall. I’m incapable of sleep, so I’ll be awake. The bathroom is over there. -He pointed to an open door across the room. He was about to leave before he stopped and added quietly.- Please be sure say goodbye before you leave.

Logan wasn’t sure if he was just looking for it, or if Mari had meant it the way he took it. “If it means anything, I did say goodbye last time. I just didn’t want to wake him up when I did.” He said softly and he wasn’t sure if Mari heard him or not. “Thank you for the room, Mari, good night.” He told him before his host left the room.

Flame-ler was laying down in bed when Mari got to their room, but he wasn’t asleep. Instead he was staring up at the ceiling, obviously troubled. “I can’t believe you invited him to stay.” He said when Mari arrived.

-Mari did hear him.- Goodnight, Mr. Flannigan. Sleep well. 

-Mari sighed. He knew this conversation was going to happen.- He’s my guest, Flames, and he came all the way out here. Besides, it’ late, and by the looks of things he’d be sleeping in his truck. -He looked over at his love and added quietly.- …and he’s your father. He’s your father and he came here to see you.

“He’s my father and he’s offering too little, too late.” He grumbled, rolling over onto his side. “I don’t think you understand how much I hate the man. If he were on fire and I had a glass of water, I would drink the water, but only after I pointed the fact out to him. And honestly, I don’t think you realize how close we got to that situation tonight.”

marionette-onceler:

flame-ler:

Logan did his best to smile. “Thank you, Mari, you’re very kind.” He said, glad to take the offer. It would be much better than his truck, that was for sure. He turned to his son, wanting to say something more, but decided it was best not to. “I’ll be sure to be out of your hair in the morning.”

Think nothing of it. You’re my guest, and very soon to be my family. -His smile turned genuine, and he turned to address his fiance.- Darling you can go ahead and get ready for bed. I’ll be there in a little bit. 

-He kissed Flames on the cheek before motioning the other to follow.- This way, please. -He lead him down the hall and stopped in front of the room, which was a few away form his own.- This will be your room for the evening. Please, make yourself at home. -He flipped a switch, and the room was illuminated in a soft light. It was a light blue room, with cream carpeting and walnut furniture.- If you need anything, we’re right down the hall. I’m incapable of sleep, so I’ll be awake. The bathroom is over there. -He pointed to an open door across the room. He was about to leave before he stopped and added quietly.- Please be sure say goodbye before you leave.

Logan wasn’t sure if he was just looking for it, or if Mari had meant it the way he took it. “If it means anything, I did say goodbye last time. I just didn’t want to wake him up when I did.” He said softly and he wasn’t sure if Mari heard him or not. “Thank you for the room, Mari, good night.” He told him before his host left the room.

Flame-ler was laying down in bed when Mari got to their room, but he wasn’t asleep. Instead he was staring up at the ceiling, obviously troubled. “I can’t believe you invited him to stay.” He said when Mari arrived.

marionette-onceler:

flame-ler:

Logan wasn’t smiling like he had been when he first arrived. It was kind of hard to smile after his son had just yelled at him in such a way…there was so much anger, and Logan knew he only had himself to blame. “Chr-…Flame-ler,” The name sounded so weird, Logan didn’t like it. “If I had thought coming sooner would have done any good, I would have. I tried to come back a little after your eighteenth birthday but the house was burnt to the ground. I didn’t know what to think. It took me ages to track you down. If you really want me to leave you alone, I just thought we could try and fix what I broke.”

“Fine, leave.” Flame-ler wouldn’t meet his eye.

Flames..! -Mari stared at him, completely shocked at his rudeness. He frowned and turned to Logan.- It’s very late, and the roads can be unsafe at night. Please, I insist you stay as my guest for the night. I have plenty of guest bedrooms. 

-Mari tried to smile, but it failed. He knew Flames wasn’t happy with his father, and he knew his father couldn’t be too happy either. He felt weird being there, like a third wheel on a bike that was already unbalanced with two different sized wheels.-

Logan did his best to smile. “Thank you, Mari, you’re very kind.” He said, glad to take the offer. It would be much better than his truck, that was for sure. He turned to his son, wanting to say something more, but decided it was best not to. “I’ll be sure to be out of your hair in the morning.”

marionette-onceler:

flame-ler:

marionette-onceler:

-Mari, who was washing the dishes, stayed quiet while the two men talked. He felt the air grow warmer, most likely in Flames’ anger, and he frowned. This really wasn’t his fight, nor did he want it to be. If Flames got any more enraged, though, Mari knew he would have to step in.-

-The dishes were done, and Mari pulled off his apron.- Flames… -He interrupted the not so quiet argument in a soft voice.- …I think Kendall’s waited long enough for her good night kiss. Come, and we’ll all move to my office so we don’t wake her, alright?  

Flames was about to start yelling again when Mari stepped in. He reluctantly backed down for the moment. “Yeah, you’re right.” He nodded. Before he left to go tuck his daughter in he looked at his dad with a glare. “I’m not done with you just yet.” He warned.

Kendall was already dressed for bed, and had a picture book already picked out for her dad or pappa to read to her tonight. It was a short one and it wasn’t long before the little girl was snoring softly into her pillow.

-Mari sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Flames read Kendall a bed time story. It was like nothing ever happened. They both gave her goodnight kisses after she dozed off, shut off the light, and closed her door.- There.. we have to be quiet now, or else she’ll wake up. -He reminded Flames and looked up at Logan.-

I apologize for the wait, Mr. Flannigan. My office is down the hall. -He lead both men to the spacious room. He never really used it for anything more than a sewing room now.-

Logan wasn’t smiling like he had been when he first arrived. It was kind of hard to smile after his son had just yelled at him in such a way…there was so much anger, and Logan knew he only had himself to blame. “Chr-…Flame-ler,” The name sounded so weird, Logan didn’t like it. “If I had thought coming sooner would have done any good, I would have. I tried to come back a little after your eighteenth birthday but the house was burnt to the ground. I didn’t know what to think. It took me ages to track you down. If you really want me to leave you alone, I just thought we could try and fix what I broke.”

“Fine, leave.” Flame-ler wouldn’t meet his eye.

marionette-onceler:

flame-ler:

Kendall nodded, still smiling, blissfully unaware of the tension at the table, and rushed off to get ready. Soon enough it was just Flame-ler and his dad in the room, though Flame-ler didn’t pay the other any mind. In fact, he acted like he wasn’t there at all. 

“Chris, I-“

“My name isn’t Chris.” Flame-ler snapped, glaring at him, the first eye contact they had made all night. “And even if it were, you have no right to call me that.”

Logan sighed, suddenly looking much older than his forty one years. “I didn’t want to leave you, you know? If it were up to me I would have taken you with me when I did. But…you know how your mother is…I loved the woman, at some point, but her anger was something to be rivaled. When I did leave, I tried to write to you, but I never got a letter back.” Flame-ler frowned, this was news to him. He had never received any letters…

“If you didn’t want to leave you shouldn’t have!” Flame-ler snapped in a hushed tone, afraid Kendall might hear. “It’s been fifteen years, I’m not eight years old anymore, and you’ve missed your chance to write any wrongs by coming here. You missed that window by bout ten years. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m actually happy here, which is something that hasn’t happened since you left. I don’t need you coming in here and wrecking everything all over again!”

-Mari, who was washing the dishes, stayed quiet while the two men talked. He felt the air grow warmer, most likely in Flames’ anger, and he frowned. This really wasn’t his fight, nor did he want it to be. If Flames got any more enraged, though, Mari knew he would have to step in.-

-The dishes were done, and Mari pulled off his apron.- Flames… -He interrupted the not so quiet argument in a soft voice.- …I think Kendall’s waited long enough for her good night kiss. Come, and we’ll all move to my office so we don’t wake her, alright?  

Flames was about to start yelling again when Mari stepped in. He reluctantly backed down for the moment. “Yeah, you’re right.” He nodded. Before he left to go tuck his daughter in he looked at his dad with a glare. “I’m not done with you just yet.” He warned.

Kendall was already dressed for bed, and had a picture book already picked out for her dad or pappa to read to her tonight. It was a short one and it wasn’t long before the little girl was snoring softly into her pillow.

marionette-onceler:

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marionette-onceler:

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Kendall nodded and showed her hands that were still slightly damp as they all took their seats at the table.

Logan didn’t think he had felt this awkward since he had accidentally set a girl on fire during a festival. He wondered when it got so hot in the room, he tried not to pay it any mind and instead just ate his dinner, it most likely just his imagination. “This is really good pot roast.” He noted with a smile. “You’re an excellent cook, Mari.” He tried to make conversation though it was obvious his son wasn’t going to have any part of it, most likely holding his tongue and temper in the presence of his daughter.

-Mari smiled in return.- Thank you so much Mr. Flannigan. Pot roast is Flames’ favorite, so I do my best to make sure it’s perfect every time. 

-He sat in his usual seat, with only a teacup of hot water in front of him.- I’ve been meaning to ask you, that pendant around your neck, where did you get it?  It’s very pretty. -Mari did his best to create a light conversation. He noticed the change in temperature as well, but he knew it wasn’t just his imagination. He looked over at Flames and his smile faltered. He knew once dinner was over and Kendall was asleep things were going to get worse.-

“He probably loves it so much because it’s comfort food. I used to make it for him.” Logan grinned.

“Yes, but the difference between you and Mari is that he doesn’t burn everything he tries to cook.” Flame-ler said before taking a drink from his glass. It was just water, though he was starting to wish for something a bit stronger.

Logan tried to ignore the comment. “Oh, my necklace? It was given to me by a lovely young lady when I went to stonehenge during the summer solstice. It was probably one of the best festivals I’ve been to, but I won’t bore you with the details.” He smiled.

Flame-ler rolled his eyes. He had already finished eating by this point and was waiting for everyone else to finish so he could put Kendall to bed.

Flames I’m sure it was good. Besides, I guarantee you that if you met me a few years ago my cooking would have had you running for the hills. -He chuckled, trying to turn the obvious jab at Logan into a joke on himself.-

Stonehenge? Oh my! No, you wouldn’t bore me at all! -Mari smiled a genuine smile. He was going to ask for it, when he noticed that Flames was done, and Kendall was close behind him, though by now she was just playing with her food.- Perhaps another time you could tell me, if you wouldn’t mind? -He asked, getting up from his place.-

Here, Kendall, let me take this. Go get ready for bed and Daddy and I will come say goodnight, alright sweety? -He smiled and picked up Flames’ plate, and Logan’s plate as well when he was done.-

Kendall nodded, still smiling, blissfully unaware of the tension at the table, and rushed off to get ready. Soon enough it was just Flame-ler and his dad in the room, though Flame-ler didn’t pay the other any mind. In fact, he acted like he wasn’t there at all. 

“Chris, I-“

“My name isn’t Chris.” Flame-ler snapped, glaring at him, the first eye contact they had made all night. “And even if it were, you have no right to call me that.”

Logan sighed, suddenly looking much older than his forty one years. “I didn’t want to leave you, you know? If it were up to me I would have taken you with me when I did. But…you know how your mother is…I loved the woman, at some point, but her anger was something to be rivaled. When I did leave, I tried to write to you, but I never got a letter back.” Flame-ler frowned, this was news to him. He had never received any letters…

“If you didn’t want to leave you shouldn’t have!” Flame-ler snapped in a hushed tone, afraid Kendall might hear. “It’s been fifteen years, I’m not eight years old anymore, and you’ve missed your chance to write any wrongs by coming here. You missed that window by bout ten years. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m actually happy here, which is something that hasn’t happened since you left. I don’t need you coming in here and wrecking everything all over again!”

marionette-onceler:

flame-ler:

Kendall nodded and showed her hands that were still slightly damp as they all took their seats at the table.

Logan didn’t think he had felt this awkward since he had accidentally set a girl on fire during a festival. He wondered when it got so hot in the room, he tried not to pay it any mind and instead just ate his dinner, it most likely just his imagination. “This is really good pot roast.” He noted with a smile. “You’re an excellent cook, Mari.” He tried to make conversation though it was obvious his son wasn’t going to have any part of it, most likely holding his tongue and temper in the presence of his daughter.

-Mari smiled in return.- Thank you so much Mr. Flannigan. Pot roast is Flames’ favorite, so I do my best to make sure it’s perfect every time. 

-He sat in his usual seat, with only a teacup of hot water in front of him.- I’ve been meaning to ask you, that pendant around your neck, where did you get it?  It’s very pretty. -Mari did his best to create a light conversation. He noticed the change in temperature as well, but he knew it wasn’t just his imagination. He looked over at Flames and his smile faltered. He knew once dinner was over and Kendall was asleep things were going to get worse.-

“He probably loves it so much because it’s comfort food. I used to make it for him.” Logan grinned.

“Yes, but the difference between you and Mari is that he doesn’t burn everything he tries to cook.” Flame-ler said before taking a drink from his glass. It was just water, though he was starting to wish for something a bit stronger.

Logan tried to ignore the comment. “Oh, my necklace? It was given to me by a lovely young lady when I went to stonehenge during the summer solstice. It was probably one of the best festivals I’ve been to, but I won’t bore you with the details.” He smiled.

Flame-ler rolled his eyes. He had already finished eating by this point and was waiting for everyone else to finish so he could put Kendall to bed.