Idiosyncrasies of a Shadow // (ManxMan)

~Chapter 19~

[Aaron]

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Fate presumes the predetermined state of living,

A linear time line that stretches till the time of death.

Then it stops, period.

It can't be altered, says some.

It's malleable, says some.

Either way, fate is there,

But whether or not one accepts it is another.

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Life has a weird way of cupid-matching, it doesn't have to be romantic, it's just a really fucked up way of forcing people together. If you told me I would be good friends with my love interest's ex boyfriend and one of my other good friend's dad who is also a good friend of my dad is now treating me like a son, I would mentally combust. I think I still am combusting. It's barely past noon and I'm ready to blow up.

That being said, I'm not complaining about Sebastien or Owen being good friends, it's New Years Eve today and of course I'm working my ass off. I sincerely think that Owen needs to find someone he can call his own, he needs the stability in his life, after what little bits of information from that night I can't really wrap my head around the anguish he had to be put through.

Sebastien on the other hand, he is... he is a man and a half alright. No filter, power dad, and really well kept for a man of his age. My dad is the more or less the same age, a few years older and he's sporting a belly like none other. And the more background stories I hear from the group of humans I can actually call friends, the more I think my parents aren't far off. They all chose to leave their families, from neglect or... passing away. It just wasn't pretty, and from my perspective, my parents only wanted me for passing an heir down.

They really aren't far off, but I don't want to abandon them, they are the ones who put me on Earth and I wouldn't be able to put it past myself if I don't take care of them.

"Sir, there is a Mr. Cook down here."

Again, asking him which one wouldn't do it any good.

"He said he's the cool one."

I chuckle and say to send him up. I'd put my bets on the one and only, "Aaron! I brought you lunch, looking at your mess of an office, safe to say you're malnourished and sleep deprived." The one and only Sebastien Cook.

"Thank you Sebastien. You really don't have to." I motion for him to sit, he's not wearing a suit like the other night but still dressed respectably. Unlike Roman, who stomps into my office with a hoodie and a plastic bag looking downright stalker/ psycho killer.

"I'd feel guilty if I didn't feed you properly. Your father is a good friend after all." He sounds slightly bitter at that. I press a button under the desk to frost up the glass windows and lock the doors. He's the first to not feel startled by the change, guess he's used to it.

"Do... you know about the proposal between your son and I?" I feel as though I'm over stepping some lines here, we aren't that close and the man seems to be much more serious than he leads on.

"Which one?" he jokes, but quickly sighs when he sees my serious expression. "Yes, I do know of it. Unfortunately my ex wife, really likes to push my son to do shit he's not into. Not saying that he's not into you, but my son is in a committed relationship and all that..."

I can tell where the twins' rambling came from.

"Point is... I divorced her because she's putting her need to be a Solomon in-law before her son's happiness. And I- I've already fucked up one of my son's lives, I don't need another." He sighs exasperatedly, "I'm trying my best to reel in whatever damage was made. But I've always felt as though it's way too late."