Redtail Rise vaterschuld

i'm so sorry about the wait! :,o

The ashlar's refutation does nothing to sate the looming haint that was his misgivings, his regrets.
The pang of wanting to believe his father is ephemeral, so were the days when there was no proverbial grand crevasse groaning betwixt them. He wants it to be sealed close, but only a fool tests the depths with two feet first.

“Sie beeinflusst es.” — his words as loud as the mutterings of a child underneath their duvet reciting Green Eggs and Ham but are the definition of brevity being the soul of wit. He settles finally on his hocks, loam-limned toes drawing circles through the chilling grass.
He thinks about the long days on menstalk he'll only wish to get back, or that his mother would never be able to carve out soap dolls for him unlike the other mothers with their brood, tuck him in in his partna crib and press him into her breast, teach him how to distinguish from the littlest Dipper from her elder brother —

His last admission had officially pressed their relationship under duress. An all too familiar sting bloomed under his his eyes and cheeks. Mahler's words wanted to be mistaken by him. This bone-rattling sadness cruelly staved his heart. He remembers his words for later. 

“Wenn du dich so fühlst. Gibst du dann auf?”
Astraced faced the shadowmeister in the eye this time.
Outside looking in, Mahler was the ghost of what he needed.