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Magnetism 1/3

Takes place after
www.deviantart.com/flickoptryx…
and before
www.deviantart.com/flickoptryx…
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It had been months now that Rhys had been missing, no clues to go off of besides the small messily scribbled note; ‘dont look for me’
He hadn’t been a good father. H knew this much was true. He had been so absorbed in water class that he hadn’t been able to spend much time with his family, and even when he did him and Robin had always been fighting about one thing or another.
He knew Rhys had not liked him much, as much as the wyngling tried to hide it Loki had still seen the glances full of contempt thrown his way, but through everything he supposed, Rhys was still his son.
Festival helped him make the missing posters, quickly scribbled things, neither of them has much of a talent for art but they would do, and so he made his way to the rattles rest.
He did not go to the sheriff, the first time a child of his had gone missing that had not worked, he would do this himself again.
The tavern was crowded this late in the afternoon, and so he slipped towards the back towards the bulletin board, using a quick bolt of magic to pin a poster to the spongy wood. He glances down at the poster in his paw, studying the crude drawing for a moment, what would he even say to Rhys if he found him?
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whew
MAX WYNS

Description
Magnetism 1/3

Takes place after
www.deviantart.com/flickoptryx…
and before
www.deviantart.com/flickoptryx…
———————-
It had been months now that Rhys had been missing, no clues to go off of besides the small messily scribbled note; ‘dont look for me’
He hadn’t been a good father. H knew this much was true. He had been so absorbed in water class that he hadn’t been able to spend much time with his family, and even when he did him and Robin had always been fighting about one thing or another.
He knew Rhys had not liked him much, as much as the wyngling tried to hide it Loki had still seen the glances full of contempt thrown his way, but through everything he supposed, Rhys was still his son.
Festival helped him make the missing posters, quickly scribbled things, neither of them has much of a talent for art but they would do, and so he made his way to the rattles rest.
He did not go to the sheriff, the first time a child of his had gone missing that had not worked, he would do this himself again.
The tavern was crowded this late in the afternoon, and so he slipped towards the back towards the bulletin board, using a quick bolt of magic to pin a poster to the spongy wood. He glances down at the poster in his paw, studying the crude drawing for a moment, what would he even say to Rhys if he found him?
———————

whew
MAX WYNS