Arrow Lake Reunion

Within too long of a stretch of time did the child's growl begin to subside. The audacity that Adlartok had, and further more the consideration of the power to dare to let such a guttural noise loose in Sinaaq's direction had been nothing short of insulting to the darkling, whose lip curled still is discontent and thinly veiled contempt. How much he knew that Frigga – where ever her departed spirit may be – desired for the two Arrluk males to reconcile with one another. To look after one another as they once had when Sinaaq had boldly stolen the child in the thickest shadows of the coldest night selfishly wanting the only thing he had left of his favorite and dearest sister left. The taint of the lack witted and incredibly dull creatures that had given birth to him had no business upon Adlartok though Sinaaq felt a painful clench in the pit of his stomach at the contemplation that whilst he had saved him from the taint of his sperm and egg donor that someone else had placed their taint upon the boy. It was a taint that decidedly needed to be purged. Adlartok was his nephew and there was no room for any other father figure in his life ...or so Sinaaq choose to so contritely and perhaps blindly believe.


Of course he was able to place this feeling moments later with a darkening scowl: he was jealous. Which meant that despite how much contempt he felt for the child, and despite how much pain Adlartok had inflicted upon him by abruptly disappearing that Sinaaq still loved him. Or cared for him in the unique way of Sinaaq's that was as close to 'love' as anyone was bound to get. “Then...why?” Sinaaq asked hissed, head canting to the side, reminiscent of a falcon as it watched it's prey inquisitively. “I am not this unknown woman you speak of; and I am not Glimmer.” Admittedly, Sinaaq had tried to kill Adlartok at least three times in the past – but this was before he had realized that despite the child's theft of Frigga's life force he was still very much a part of Frigga. “You can trust me, Artok.” The child's nickname, the one that Frigga had bestowed upon him had spilled forth from Sinaaq's lips. Soft. Nary more than a whisper upon the wind, but nevertheless true. Their relationship with one another was never meant to be so clear cut, and Sinaaq was nothing if not a unattached creature. His mind was chaos, consumed with dark desires and a cold and hot hatred for the world behind his wall. Even so, he could not so easily turn off those paternal instincts towards his nephew, even if some part of him tried to convince said instincts that cutting him free would be easier. Less of a toll on his already damaged and ravaged heart. Severing Adlartok, however, Sinaaq knew, would also sever all he had left of Frigga as his memories of her, of her voice, of her smell, faded with time. It was not a sever he was ready to make, nor deal with for it might be the cut that hurt the most.

Sinaaq was quiet, still watching Adlartok with distanced and indecipherable eyes, fierce and burning. He did not know how to admit that his “grumbling” as the child had put it, was his way of showing affection. He did not know how to show it any other, and conventional way. He had not known any other kind of affection and thus showed it how he had received it as a boy. “I am angry, Adlartok. This wasn't how any of this was supposed to go. Your mother was not supposed to die. We were supposed to be a family and when she passed,” He tapered off there, scowling into the horizon. Talking about it did not make it easier, nor did it make it better. “I watched you steal her life from her. As she drew her last you drew your first. What I did not know at the time is that it isn't your fault. Not anymore than it is mine. I am angry at the world, Adlartok.” There was so much damage done to him that he was not sure he could be anything else ...or that he was willing to be anything else. Anything else was unknown, and he did not want to find out who he would be if he was any different.


“With Solia and I... I couldn't...I had to leave,” Which was why he'd uprooted Adlartok, yet again. The damage had already been done because he had loved Solia but there was no going back. Only forward. “However, I would never abandon you. You are my infection,” Sinaaq did not smile, but he offered a soft noise of reluctant amusement. “And I would never break my promises.”