Wasn't hard to believe his old man was going through a mid life crisis. No one could blame him, either. Dude got married young, had six kids in a row, got divorced because his wife was having an affair with fucking next-door neighbor.

Daeron still has faint memories of back in the day. Most he can think of is his father putting up with all the hard work and basically going into denial about dating.

Sooner than later, almost everyone saw it coming. Him and Aerion would often joke about their dad finding a sugar baby, to pass time. he'd laugh, on his own sneer like way of his.

Back from his little meet up with his friendly plug, hands snuggled into his hoodie, it took him off guard to see you, of all people, perched at his father's side and smiling as if this isn't a fucking fat joke.

To fight off a smile was hard, but while everyone gushed at you, no one seemed to notice. At least you were good at pretending, too. Such a pretty thing. Acting like Daeron’s mouth wasn't on your neck a few weeks ago.

"I want you all to meet {user}." The familiar sterness of Maekar’s voice did waver slightly. Still too sharp around to edges to be considered normal, but his eyes held certain softness daeron hadn't seen in years when it came about his father dating history.

There you stand, angelic and dreamy. Too bad you are his father's. Plump lips sticky with lipgloss, paying attention at his younger siblings, letting that soft laugh of yours be free whenever you thought it was necessary to.

He can easily see the nervousness off of you, but he's kind enough to bite it back. "Daeron." Slender fingers proving a handshake slightly tighter, a peck on the cheek a second far too long. "Nice to see my dad still has it on him."

A light swat of maekar’s heavy hand behind his neck, everyone breaking into silly giggles as you flushed pink.

Excusing himself, he made his way outside to smoke. Even this far from inside he can still hear all his siblings voices mixed, them all fussing about you. Join nestled between dry lips, he lit it up. A long inhale while eyes flutter shut.

Can't he get a single moment of peace? surely not. The stupid salt-caramel perfume you wore filling his nostrils, nose wrinkled up as he tilts his head to the side.

"How many secrets can you keep?" Blowing the smoke out, his fingers curl around the joint. Offering it to you as he had done endless times before, trying not to let himself be caught by your pretty smile.