𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 !

— I'M GONNA 𝙍𝙊𝘾𝙆 . . . UNTIL THE DAY THAT I 𝘿𝙄𝙀 !

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘.

cws: abuse, violence, mental illness.
#metalfamilyrp #mvrp #ocrp
penned by nia.

𝑼𝑵𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼.

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

"What I fail to understand is why it still frustrates you when you have everything else going for you."

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

He should, shouldn't he?

Dee's misbehaved, and the normal thing to do would be enforce the appropriate consequences and be done with it. But something about that idea didn't sit well with him right now.

"I don't think I can." He needed to understand. Needed to know what +

[𝗗𝗘𝗘 . @DXRKPRINCEDEE]

He wrinkled up his nose. Dee didn't like having to admit to learning difficulties of any kind -- especially when the thing he was struggling to grasp was something Glam had acknowledged time and time again.

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[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

had possessed his son before it got any worse.

Reluctantly, Glam stepped forward, glancing between his son and the flames before slowly taking a seat in turn.

"You have so much talent in you, Dee. Just...Not musically. And that's fine!" He needed to remind himself of that. +

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

up by flames, rage gripped him once more.

He attempted to keep his voice level as he asked,

"Then what is it about?"

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

He was still so angry and he resented himself for it.

He needed to put it aside, as he always did, tuck it away in a neat little box and be there for his family. Because that was how this was supposed to work.

But every time he saw the remains of the guitar being lapped +

[𝗗𝗘𝗘 . @DXRKPRINCEDEE]

"Yeah... I know."

He replied blankly, letting the crackle of the fire fill in the silence he'd fallen into. Dee just didn't want to look at that shitty guitar anymore.

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[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

kids to voice their feelings openly. So what's changed?

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

"I just don't understand /why/." Was it him? Did Dee not feel safe talking to him? He'd given him no reason to feel that way, surely.

"I mean, you know you can talk to me, don't you?" He may not practice what he preaches, but at the very least, he'd always encouraged his +

[𝗗𝗘𝗘 . @DXRKPRINCEDEE]

Not quite ready to just drop it since his dad was so hellbent on prolonging the conversation -- they might as well get this over with. Flexing his hand in and out of a fist, Dee shook his head.

"I was JUST. . ." his voice cracked on the word, breaking into a simple,

"Angry."
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[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

" I don't understand why you'd . . . " Dee's question seemed to go entirely unacknowledged, Glam's focus too fixed on the flames to register his son's voice.

" Why would you ever deem THIS necessary? " Was he really so angry? So resentful?

[𝗗𝗘𝗘 . @DXRKPRINCEDEE]

The teen gave pause, cutting his eyes to the side in annoyance. What Glam /actually/ wanted him to do was getting impossible to follow. Were they talking or was he leaving? May as well ask.

"What happened to going to my room?"

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

" Very much so. " A quick, practiced spin of the water gun before he took a step closer.

" Why don't we take this outside, hm? I'd like my victory in our water war to be a public spectacle. " A tasteful code for 'Seriously, Vicky, don't get water on the linens'.

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

prepared for this eventuality. I think what we have here is a good, old-fashioned stalemate. "

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

" You're right, Vicky, you would. Because you're ever so predictable. " Gotta give the man props for going from zero to villain monologue so fast.

Suddenly, he was prying a water pistol from his pocket, pointing squarely at her in turn.

" Which is why I'd already +

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

A gasp. Fists now clenched firmly at his side. Guess we're going old western standoff on this one.

"You wouldn't dare." His voice came out grave.

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

Glam fell silent, allowing Dee to turn away before finally mustering something in the way of a response,

"I didn't raise you to act out like this." His gaze didn't leave the fire, confusion washing over his features.

"You don't get your way and think this is appropriate?"

[𝗗𝗘𝗘 . @DXRKPRINCEDEE]

"You won't need to."

With a deep inhale, he shoved his hands into his pockets -- Kicking off on one boot, Dee took a broad step forward. The teen took a glance behind himself at the fire and to Glam, staring behind a dangling strand of hair.

Dee huffed before turning to leave.

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

He's taking the moment to spit a little water out of his mouth.

" Well, willing to run in front of a motorcycle for a pair of keys Glam ALSO wouldn't want you soaking our lovely linen, " he pointed out simply.

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

! ! !

" Vicky! "

He huffed, rising to his feet to set his hands on his hips.

" Not in the living room! "

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

" It's fine. " Glam managed to crack a smile, though it was uneasy and tinged with nerves. He waved a hand, trying to feign dismissal.

" You didn't know. And to tell you the truth, I never thought it'd come up. " And in almost twenty years of marriage, it hadn't.

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

How to even begin to explain?

" When I was younger . . . " Already a viscerally uncomfortable place to start. The discomfort was etched into his features.

" The ruler was my father's disciplinary tool of choice. "

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

Glam knew that he had to start being honest. That was the thesis statement of the last few weeks and though he loathed it, he truly had been trying.

But communication didn't always come so easy, and this was a time he couldn't help but struggle.

" It's just that — "

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

very much not fine.

" Perhaps I overreacted, but I would appreciate it if you were more careful with . . . The ruler, in the future. It's just a personal discomfort. " To say the very least.

[𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌 ! @HORROR_TERIA]

" I . . . " Words failed for a moment. It wasn't a sentiment he'd ever voiced out loud, nothing so painfully specific. It was enough to make Glam, who often chose his words so carefully, falter and stammer.

There was a couple of false starts.

" It's fine, Vicky. " It was +