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Post by josiah on Apr 11, 2013 6:23:56 GMT -6
Great. Something bad always happened when Josiah decided to visit his parents. And, usually, something bad meant his mother forcing him to spend time with his father. The two didn't hate each other...but there was tension. Oh, was there tension.
Orion wasn't too happy after Josiah failed his medical school entrance exam, having high hopes that his son would follow in his footsteps and become a doctor. Josiah, on the other hand, hadn't wanted to be a doctor at all and botched the exam on purpose, only pretending like it was an accident.
That didn't stop his father from getting him a job at the hospital, though. It seemed like his destiny was planned for him from the moment he was born and...well, Josiah hated that. He wanted to be able to make his own choices, not have them hand-picked for him before he knew what was going on. Thankfully he caught on pretty quickly. One of the perks of being observant and intelligent, he supposed.
This particular morning his mother had pushed the two of them out the door nearly the second Josiah entered the house, saying something about how the flower festival was going on and she needed them to get her some flowers and some other things at the plaza.
Josiah could have just cried. Being forced to go to the festival with his dad. As if he could imagine anything more painful. The festival was only fun for little kids and people who really loved flowers...Josiah was neither of these. But his mother would't take any excuses as she forced them out of the house and in the direction of the plaza.
Making a small 'hmpf' noise he shoved his hands in his pockets as he glanced over at his father...well, this was surely going to be an interesting day. |
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Post by terra3 on Apr 13, 2013 10:47:21 GMT -6
| [cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; border-bottom:solid 10px C4E36E; ,bTable][atrb=style,background-color:FCFCFC;] It wasn't like he didn't love his son, but it seemed like the young man was intent on pretty much pissing him off all the time. Or that could not be what was intended, of course, it was just the feeling Orion got whenever he saw his son.
Ever since that boy failed the entrance exam to the medical school he himself had gone to back in his day, Josiah had been acting like a spoiled little rat, in his eyes. Of course to Rosa he was all joy and happiness when he had moved back to Sepalum, and even more so whenever he decided to visit them. It wasn't like he didn't like getting visits - in fact he quite enjoyed them - but somehow both of them ended up in some sort of fight every single time, and Orion hated it.
It was all he could do to get him a job at the hospital, using his influence as a very well respected retiree. Some days he was wondering if he had done the right choice, not knowing whether or not Josiah would make him look bad, but he hoped the young man would behave, at least in a working environment. And from what he could hear - from his wife - he was getting along rather well with his boss. He always took gossip from Rosa with a grain of salt, but maybe coming back here and working at the hospital had straightened him up? One could only hope.
Today was the first day of the flower festival, however, and Orion had completely forgotten about it. Rosa, on the other hand, had not, and requested that him and the returning son had to go out and do some errands for her. The old man sighed, but complied. "Let's go, son," he said to Josiah, then left out the door with furrowed brows and a dark gloom over his head.
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Post by josiah on Apr 13, 2013 19:52:25 GMT -6
Josiah was a thirty year old man, but something about being around his dad just made him feel like a child again. And not in the "young at heart" way...it definitely wasn't positive. Something like feeling he was doing something wrong just by taking a breath or something.
Walking along with him, the tension was nearly palpable. The gloom that surrounded his father quickly spread to him too; it was infectious. Not like Josiah wasn't already upset with having to spend time with his dad, but this just made it worse, somehow.
And then, because of this, everything ended up as an argument. Even though Josiah was...well, Josiah, it's not like he found any joy in fighting with his dad. And it always ended up the same way: knowing that because he didn't follow his dad's wishes and dreams, he was a disappointment...about how he should be like his oldest sibling, who seemed to be just perfect.
Since he was a thirty year old man he really didn't understand why this was still such a big deal for his dad. All of the stuff that went down with the medical school debacle had been a while ago now; really, he thought the man should just let it go. But, he didn't. And he probably wouldn't, ever.
And that just caused Josiah's feelings to be hardened and hold a whole lot of unnecessary resentment towards his father.
"What did mom say she wanted?" he asked when they neared the plaza, his voice already sounding tired from the thoughts that were in his head. "I don't think she ever told me, she just pushed me out the door the second I walked in."
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Post by terra3 on Apr 22, 2013 12:38:34 GMT -6
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He could feel the tense atmosphere growing as time went on, his thirty year old son close enough he could touch him, but not close enough so he could smell the young man.
He was unsure of how close Josiah really wanted Orion, so he kept his composure. The issue at hand wasn't that he was unwilling and whiny about going to the flower festival, but rather that he was hesitant, or insecure, about his relationship to his youngest son.
"Begonias and roses," Orion muttered, his brows still furrowed while he scouted the area for the flowers in question.
He raised an eyebrow as he peeked over at his son while he wasn't looking, wondering what he was thinking. The old man opened his mouth, about to ask him what his plans were, but it just didn't feel like the right time and so he returned his facial expression to the one he had carried out there.
"Here," he said, taking Josiah's hand and placing some money in it, "if you find any."
Orion just didn't know how to act around the young blacklette. It was an odd feeling, one he had forgotten he had since Josiah had left the town, but ever since he had moved back the feeling had blossomed up again, and it was uncomfortable.
"I'll be over there." He pointed at one of the stalls, his expression not changing. But then again, when did it ever change.
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