"Thurvayn?" Dalamus called as he approached the home. He bowed his head to Avrusa, giving a small smile as he came to stand beside the other vampire. For a moment, he seemed unable to put his thoughts into words, but eventually found them.
"I was thinking about what you said, Thurvayn… And I have come to a decision." He peered up at the older mer, his tone serious. "I am not my father’s son. He was no father to me, and I refuse to be his victim, hating the world as he did. I refuse to let my life be ruined by all the venom he placed in me. I wish to throw away the distrust he instilled in me, and not be terrified of pain and betrayal. I wish.. to be myself, I suppose, without his influence."
It felt nice to say that. All of that. Like he was releasing the anger that he usually kept in a vise-like grip. Starting over? Not quite. He doubted it was so easy as that. But he wished to try. He wished to stop blaming, and just do. “You and Avrusa have taught me much, and I thank you for that. Thank you for, ah.. well.. for being the parents I never had.” He averted his gaze slightly and brought a hand to his hair in a nervous gesture. “I hope I do not disappoint.”
The paired Dunmer watched the younger as he approached, turning to face him fully. Avrusa gave a smile and nodded to him in return. Both watched with quiet expectancy as he thought about his words, Avrusa with curiosity, Thurvayn with calm.
Both gave proud grins as Dalamus gave his thoughts out to the air, with Ava looking to her husband for his reaction—and by the Gods, did he look proud. “Son, there is no way you can disappoint from this moment onward—your admission is the final step of realizing what is wrong, and how it may be fixed. After you know it, there’s nothing that can take that power from you. And I am proud of you, Dalamus. It took me far longer to come to that realization—and now the true healing can begin,” Thurvayn spoke, his pride for Dalamus heavily lacing his tone.
Avrusa was the first to offer Dalamus a hug, however. “Oh Dalamus, you are such a good boy~ I could point out so many other ‘mer who would give up, never face change and go on ignoring their problems—but you stuck to it. And still do. That alone speaks volumes, many breaths more than words by themselves. I can honestly say I speak for both Thurvayn and myself in that we are proud to call you our son—and any s’wit who would discard you has Racer Feathers for brains. Though.. Knowing what I do about that n’wah of a father of yours, he’s already Kwama crap for a brain.”
Thurvayn couldnt help but laugh, but then offered Dal a hug himself. “I truly do hope you are proud of yourself, son. You truly deserve it. I think you will be pleased at the changes you can make for yourself~”