07-14-2018, 02:56 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]To say that Lirim was a good parent was a lie. They had at least ten children in their life, all generally healthy in physical terms, but after about six years they'd lost track of more than a third of them, and knew the others only because they had died. The only two that Lirim could say they even vaguely recalled were Twilight and Haiiro, but even that was spotty and in all honesty the latter could have very well been Kairo and Lirim would have been none the wiser. They were awful, not at being responsible but at being there, for half of their existence was them trying to find themselves and they had very little energy left to spend to take care of tiny children and help them develop in positive ways.
They were no stranger to leaving children in more capable hands, and they understood to some extent where Jerseyboy was coming from. Wasn't it objectively better to leave affairs as delicate as these to people who were actually suited to the job instead of trying and failing miserably at raising a child and having it become some fucked up version of yourself because you could barely handle your own problems and responsibility?
It was all a complicated matter, and sometimes they wished that children could understand that it was for the better. Or maybe they were just an awful parent and you seriously weren't supposed to leave them somewhere even though you were incompetent. They were the void, what the fuck did they know about actual parenting to begin with? They created, they destroyed, and everything took care of itself in between that. There was no parenting left to be involved in.
Something akin to an amused half-smile was on the small dragon's face when they padded up, inspecting the scenario with no lack of said amusement in their black gaze. For now they'd remain silent, waiting for things to either get better or completely out of hand -- both versions would be equally interesting to watch.
They were no stranger to leaving children in more capable hands, and they understood to some extent where Jerseyboy was coming from. Wasn't it objectively better to leave affairs as delicate as these to people who were actually suited to the job instead of trying and failing miserably at raising a child and having it become some fucked up version of yourself because you could barely handle your own problems and responsibility?
It was all a complicated matter, and sometimes they wished that children could understand that it was for the better. Or maybe they were just an awful parent and you seriously weren't supposed to leave them somewhere even though you were incompetent. They were the void, what the fuck did they know about actual parenting to begin with? They created, they destroyed, and everything took care of itself in between that. There was no parenting left to be involved in.
Something akin to an amused half-smile was on the small dragon's face when they padded up, inspecting the scenario with no lack of said amusement in their black gaze. For now they'd remain silent, waiting for things to either get better or completely out of hand -- both versions would be equally interesting to watch.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden