Quoted By:
Her youthful hands reached for yours, and you allowed her to take them. You'd been cautious of her going into this, but even you could tell that she cared for you, in her own way. You always considered yourself a good judge of character, but considering everything you've discovered about your own mother from today alone, you were starting to wonder just how accurate that intuition really was.
You watched as Young's hand closed around yours, careful not to let her soft flesh meet those sharp claws of yours. You kept your hand very still, for fear of hurting her. But when she gave it a gentle squeeze, you couldn't help but smile and give her hand a reassuring squeeze back.
You met her eyes, and you saw fear there. Fear that you would reject her advances, or possibly even hate her for not being in your life growing up. It was fading, but not gone. Her remorse was <span class="mu-i">very</span> real, and may have haunted her for years until now. You barely knew anything about this woman. Today was your first time meeting her. Mom never really spoke about her, and you were beginning to understand why.
Your parent's choice to make you half-Kumiho and induct you into the Cult of Khonshu was grossly manipulative from her perspective, and it had created rift between them.
Could she have found a way to contact you without risking the ire of your parents or Monster Metro’s council? Sure, maybe.
Should she have come to get you after those vampires attacked your home? Absolutely.
And she'll have plenty of time to explain herself after this was all over. You haven't completely forgiven her, but you're sort of running low on family members to trust these days, and…
…You'd like to be able to forgive her. You'd like to have a grandmother that dotes on you and cares about you. You wanted to hear stories of her life, find out what her home cooking tasted like.
Be a real family, without the fate of the world hanging in the balance…
Was that too much to ask..?
No. You didn't think so.
<span class="mu-s">“Hey, do you wanna hear more of that Silvertongue story that I mentioned earlier?”</span> you said, flashing your canines at her.
<span class="mu-s">“I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a tiny bit curious.”</span> she replied, using her other hand to show a small gap between her thumb and forefinger. Her own smile showed less teeth.
<span class="mu-s">“Alright, if I'm going to tell this story, then we'll need to get Ben in on this. He tells it better.”</span>
You called him over, and he was hanging upside down, above the couch in an instant. He really did move fast when he wanted to.
<span class="mu-r">“Did I just hear you say the word ‘Silvertongue’ twice in one afternoon? Please tell me there aren't any living down here…”</span> he groaned.
<span class="mu-s">“Not that I know of.”</span> Young said with a shrug. <span class="mu-s">“But that doesn't mean I won't ever encounter one in my lifetime. Please, enlighten me.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Well, if you insist.”</span>
(Cont.)
