forum I kidnapped a child to give to my son :D / Group rp w/ Iris Max & Swim

Started February 09, 2021 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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It took awhile for Kye to recognise the forest, but he didn't quite understand why Derlik's mood seemed to dampen. "Dad…? What's wrong? Are we not getting drinks?" he asked, still very confused. He looked around at the town a moment, seeming to now recognise the lay out of the land. There was the very same river he used to wash his clothes in. And just some few feet away was where his home once was. "Oh. I… I see now."

“What is it?” Blake asked, peeking his head out of the top of Kye’s pocket, mild confusion written across their face.

Kye generally liked talking about himself, similarly to his adoptive father. But being here, even in the future… it didn't sit right. In the woods back at home, he could ignore that the area was even there. It could be in whatever century out there, but their own time in the clearing. Just him and Derlik. And technically the lesser gods, but they stayed further in. And now Blake would be included too. Remembering that, the boy gave a weak smile.
"I… I'll tell you about it later. I don't want to think about it right now. Makes me sad," he hummed in reply.

Blake nodded, not wanting to upset Kye by pushing the topic, so he just slipped back into the bottom of Kye’s pocket.

Kye blinked as he watched the small human hide himself away. "You… you don't have to hide in there if you don't want to," he offered, hoping he didn't make Blake feel like he had wasn't to be seen.

“Oh okay.” They replied, looking up at Kye. “I don’t really mind either way but it’s nice that I don’t really have to.” Blake smiled softly.

Derlik was still looking around some, biting his lip.
"Do you want to go somewhere else?" He finally asked, looking down at Kye. Kye's old house wasn't there, none of the old buildings were. The layout, though, was almost identical… A house did stand where Kye's home used to, and Derlik had to hold back a reaction when he saw a little boy run out the door to go play in the river.

Kye visibly flinched at seeing the same thing Derlik did. He didn't want to be sad right now. He was supposed to be happy. Happy for his new friend. Happy for his dad. Happy for himself. Just… happy.
"Y-yeah. I think that's a good idea," he replied softly, still sounding somewhat somber.

Derlik turned, then, already warping them to the next, truly random town.
"I love you," the god said softly, hugging Kye close carefully and kissing his head. "I love you so much, baby boy." Anything to distract Kye from what they had just seen, from the memories it brought up. How… cruel, how horrible Derlik had been in those early days. The choice, the pain, everything.

Kye didn't even fight the nickname Derlik had used. He had to try and focus on making himself forget. He had to push it away. If he didn't think about it, then it wasn't there. "I love you too," he replied softly, leaning into the embrace. He had to remember the good things. Kye remembered the nights where Derlik had cuddled him to sleep. He also thought about the time he had first tried on modern clothing. Derlik had tried giving him a skirt to match one he wore a lot, but Kye wasn't a fan of it. It felt too open when he ran. He also didn't think it looked right on him in his opinion. The two of them had a good laugh about it that day.
"I love you a lot, dad," he said, already sounding better. He had to sound happy. He couldn't allow himself to be sad for too long. He was blessed to be here. He should be happy.

Derlik had gone out of his way, was still going out of his way, to make up fr every horrible thing he had done to Kye. Every day was a chance to make up for wrongs Derlik felt could never be righted. All the good memories, every little laugh, and just simply enjoying each other's affection, the god to remember it all. He could never forget.
"I love you a lot, too." He knew… he knew Kye struggled with sadness. He couldn't hide it from his patreon. It hurt him so much to know Kye was trying to hide it, to force himself to be happy.

Kye knew this as well, but still tried nonetheless. He didn't really put Derlik at fault anymore. Not like he secretly used to. He really did love Derlik now. He was kind to him, gave him pretty much anything he could ever want. But due to keeping his memories… he always felt a sadness at not getting to say a proper goodbye to his mother. He always felt homesick despite having a new home. But that wasn't Derlik's fault. Sure, he was taken by force all those years ago, but it wasn't his fault that there were those few things Kye would never experience. He was Claimed. All Claimed would never have a normal life.
And that was okay. When Kye was in one of his moods however… it was a bit harder to remember.

Derlik fell quiet, carrying Kye into the bar. He didn't say a word as he at down, only speaking to order. He'd gotten Kye's favorite, of course, trying to help him genuinely cheer up.
"Things are okay…" No matter how much he tried, Derlik couldn't control the time period they ended up in. If he could, he'd have already taken Kye back for proper goodbyes.

Kye looked up at Derlik, giving him a soft smile. He would be able to tell that the boy was genuinely trying to cheer up now. "I know. I'm okay. We're here to celebrate, yeah?" he asked, watching the bartender. His brows raised a bit, easily recognising the drink they were making. A lemon drop cocktail… his favorite. It reminded him of the strange fruit he had eaten so many times in the forest. Sweet, but sour citrus. Despite the situation he was in upon first having it, Kye chose to remember it as the first time Derlik had comforted him when he had cried. And he still liked the fruit to this day.

"Yes, we are," Derlik agreed. It relieved him, to see how Kye was doing. He watched their drinks being made, smiling some as the vodka for his was being taken out. He was remembering that first time, Kye sat on his drink as he did his best not to fall in. Derlik having to help out the drunk boy, soon finding himself in the same boat. It'd been… nice. He'd done his best to take care of Kye, make sure he was okay. Even if he might have accidentally pushed him into the glass, he still made sure he didn't make the same mistake.

Kye smiled genuinely, having the same memory come to mind. Except it wasn't as great as Derlik chose to see it. He mostly remembered the first time seeing a modern city as being the good part. When his drink was finished, he happily took it in his hands and took a sip of it. "Did you want some, Blake?" he asked his friend good naturedly.

Blake shook his head. “I’m alright. But thank you.” Blake was…probably not legally allowed to drink at this point. At least in America.

"If you're worried about your age, don't be. I look… what, twelve? I think you'll be okay if you really wanted something," Kye offered again, trying to keep his voice down. The bartenders were still unclaimed humans so they would easily kick him out if they thought it through enough. But around this era, they were mostly concerned about the pay anyways.

Blake chuckled softly. “All right then. Why not.” They figured they might as well have some fun. After all, fuck America, right? Legally speaking, Blake was dead anyway.

(FUCK AMERICA WOOOOOO lmao)
"Anything sound good?" he asked, knowing Blake would be able to see the menu. His pocket was the type that didn't button or snap shut. It was only polite that way. "The plain alcohol's a bit much, so I'd suggest something with it mixed in," he added, speaking from obvious experience.

“Hmmm…why don’t you choose for me.” He suggested. “I don’t know all that much about alcohol anyway.”

Derlik smiled as he was handed his drink, taking a sip. Kye would know he, surprisingly, didn't take alcohol well. When it was going directly to one's entire system, it only took two drinks or so for you to lose your senses.
"They can always try some of my vodka," Derlik offered. The god always made sure people saw Kye as older than he was when they were drinking. Unless they were in certain bars- Derlik did have a few with Claimed bartenders, and they never made a fuss when Derlik and his son came in.

"I'd only try it if you've had alcohol before," Kye explained. He hummed a moment, before looking at something he thought looked nice. "Excuse me, can I get one of your alcoholic milkshakes? Any of them is fine," he asked politely. They were always sweetened and the alcohol kind of mellowed out with the rest of the ingredients.

Blake nodded. “Okay, thank you.” They said. It was a little strange, to be in a normal place like this while they were so small.

Derlik waited as the milkshake was made, chuckling some. He took another drink of his vodka, humming softly as he did. He'd need another one soon, and then the real fun would begin. Let's just hope Kye remembered to keep Blake out of Derlik's hands.