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Starring [color=DC143C]Miles Prices[/color] and [color=fff79a]Mary Price[/color]
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Fresh off the heels of her conversation with Lilith, Mary beelined back to the main hall for her next target. She made sure to give her best friend at the drinks table a nod of recognition before gesturing to tell her she'd be there in a bit. She then looked around the room to see Miles not too far from the drinks table, himself engaged in conversation with Kolby. She walked across the room to her son and placed a hand on his shoulder.

[color=fff79a]"Milo,"[/color] she calls out, placing a hand on his shoulder. This causes the man to whip around in response, becoming face to face with his mother. [color=fff79a]"Can I steal you for a moment. Please?"[/color]

Miles goes to tell her to give him a moment to finish his conversation but meeting her eyes he could only see the panic and urgency behind them. Miles wasn't used to seeing those emotions their. His mother seemed to always be calm and collected, even in times she shouldn't be so seeing the worry behind those eyes almost scared the man. He gave a simple nod before turning to Kolby.

[color=DC143C]”The Matriarch calls. I'll see you later, man,"[/color] He says, sharing a fist bump with the man before allowing his mother to take him away with a huff at his nickname for her. 

Mary leads him back up the stairs and to the room she had just talked to Lilith in. With every step her stomach seemed to sink deeper as she thought about everything she needed to tell the boy. She could only hope he could forgive her for all of it. Miles, on the other hand, seemed to feel less nervous about what was about to transpire but more curious. Did he do something wrong? Did something happen to Carlisle? Was Lilith ok? All questions he pondered as his mother ushered him into an empty room and closed the door. 

Miles enters far enough into the room to allow her to close the door but keeping his eyes fixated on her. Her slow movements, the wringing of hands and almost unnerving silence she commanded over the room. Was his mother scared? Mary Price was never scared. Well, in his age Miles recognised that wasn't true, that even his pillar of strength that was his mother had tasted fear itself. Likely more times than he could count but she never showed it, not as apparent as this. [color=DC143C]”Ma?"[/color] he utters quizzically.

At her son's voice Mary was snapped back to Earth. She gave him a forced smile before taking a seat on the edge of bed. [color=fff79a]"Come sit down, Hurricane. You're gonna need a seat for this one,"[/color]

Miles raises his pierced brow but followed through with his mother's commands, sitting at her left also on the edge of the bed. [color=DC143C]”Did I do something wrong?'[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Not you, not this time, Hurricane,"[/color] Mary replies looking at her son. Since when did he get so old? She could still clearly remember the days she'd have to chase his little toddler body around the house to wrestle a nappy onto him after he pulled his off or how he'd shove all his favourite toys into a suitcase and drag it into whatever room Mary was in to announce he was going to "go back to visit LiLi" days after they returned from their trips with the Montgomerys. Since when did time go so fast? It almost brought a tear to her eyes thinking about how her little boy had become a man, possibly a father even. [color=fff79a]"No, Miles, this one's on me,"[/color] she responds with a sigh.

[color=fff79a]"I, uh, learnt some things about your father today."[/color] She couldn't help but feel the temptation to lie to him, tell him she always thought his dad was a warlock, she never noticed the black dot on his back that became a full mark later in life, that she was fully was fully convinced that he did get that 'tattoo' the way she claimed but she owed her boy the truth. [color=fff79a]"But we should probably start with this things I know."[/color] She glances back up at her son, awaiting his reaction.

Miles' eyes remained on his mother's face as he struggled to shake the uneasiness she was making him feel. At her words he cocked his head in curiosity, tapping his fingers on the side of his legs. 

[color=fff79a]"Miles, your father was a magi. And it turns out you probably are as well,"[/color] Mary says, looking into her son's eyes.

Miles' brow furrows as he shakes his head. The magi world was something Miles knew very little of, only gleaning some information from Ty when he decided to talk about it but he knew one piece of information about them for sure. [color=DC143C]”Don't magi have a birthmark?"[/color] he asks.

Mary took a shaky breath, this was the question she was dreading most, the only part of this conversation that may make her son mad at her. Her eyes struggled to meet his but she didn't let up her gaze. [color=fff79a]"I always expected that mole you were born with may have actually been a magi related mark but it wasn't a proper mark. I figured it may have just been an indictor of magi heritage or somethin'. When your powers started showin' they were more warlock like in nature. That was a relief, Miles. I know warlocks, I can train warlocks so I just raised you as a warlock. Woulda caused issue in the coven havin' a magi next in line for coven member, especially with Amanda at the forefront. Didn't want that woman makin' your life any harder than she was. Then you came home that day and asked about the mark on your back-"[/color]

[color=DC143C]”I got the mole tattooed over, remember? That was my first one. We had a fight about it and everything!"[/color] Miles argues, unsure what to make of his mothers words. In return she flashes him an apologetic smile. 

[color=fff79a]"When you came home askin' 'bout that mark I was scared Miles, I didn't know what to do. I don't know how to train magi. We already had you down to take my spot in the coven and you and Lilith were together, Junie and Ty got enough flack when it was revealed Ty was a magi and I didn't want you kids sufferin' through somethin' like that. So I did the only thing I could think of."[/color] Mary took another shaky breath as she swallowed the lump forming in her throat. [color=fff79a]"I convinced you it was the result of one of your drunken benders and enchanted you to believe it... I'm sorry, Miles,"[/color]

Miles didn't know what to think. Hell, he didn't know what to feel. He and his mother didn't keep secrets. He knew she told little lies for him not to worry; she wasn't struggling, she wasn't tired, he wasn't getting on her nerves; but this? This was far different. Miles didn't know whether to be mad or indifferent. Mary reaches for his hand to give it a squeeze and he withdraws it. 

[color=fff79a]"Yeah, I deserve that,"[/color] Mary mutters in response. She looks back at her son, recognising the hurt in his eyes. [color=fff79a]"I'm sorry, kid. I know I hurt you but I was just trying to protect you. I was never certain myself until tonight..."[/color]

[color=DC143C]”Couldn't you have just asked your divination if I was magi? It's not that hard,"[/color] he snaps, recoiling slightly a his words. He didn't mean for them to come out so harsh. 

[color=fff79a]"Why would I? If the answer was yes what was I to do? Raise you know I'll never know how to properly train you for who you are or protect you from what the magi face? Live day to day knowing a diviner would pick it up? It's not like we go around asking people or our divination if they're magi and powers like Lil's are only gonna pick up on an issue if you know, or at least think, you're magi. If you're convinced you're a warlock no one's just gonna pick up on it unless they pry."[/color]

Miles looks back at his mother with a sigh. This was too much for a conversation that could have happened at home but he couldn't help but soften at the pain and worry painted on her face. He was mad that she lied to him with magic, sure, but he understood that was her trying her best. She always was when it came to him. [color=DC143C]”Is that all?"[/color] he asks, his voice gentle.

At the gentling of his voice and the softening of his gaze Mary couldn't help but give a small smile. She knew he wasn't pleased but knowing he wasn't completely enraged was comforting. [color=fff79a]"That's all I knew but there's something more I found out today. I was talking to Salem and she's very convinced that your father may actually be Aloysius Leighton."[/color]

Miles' brow furrows once more. [color=DC143C]”That name means nothing to me, ma,"[/color] he replies, picking at a loose thread on his pants.

[color=fff79a]"Aloysius Leighton tried to head up the downfall of the guild back in the day, say 2 or 3 years before you were born? I don't know too much about it myself but I know he tried to take down the guild- and failed. I recently learnt he hid here for a while after. I also know he’s the eldest son of a great magi family.”[/color] 

At her words Miles sucks in a breath. [color=DC143C]”Well, no wonder Salem seemed uneasy around me…”[/color] he comments with a sigh. [color=DC143C]”What do I do with this, ma?”[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Look, kid, you're big enough for this to be your responsibility. If you want to keep being a ‘warlock’ then do it, if you want to try and learn to be a magi so be it. I just thought you’d want to hear all this before Salem comes at you.”[/color] She purses her lips as she watches as Miles gives a solemn nod. [color=fff79a]"You need to know, Miles, being a descendant of the Leightons is gonna pit a lot of people against your relationship with Lilith. Two major bloodlines, especially witch and magi, shouldn’t really be mixin’.”[/color]

Miles bites his lower lip at his mother’s final statement. Him and Lilith were finally together again. It was good, very good. And here she was saying it was about to be harder, maybe damn near impossible, to keep them together? He finally had her and he didn’t want to lose her again but was it worth it for Salem to put the whole coven on the line? 

[color=DC143C]”So, we just need to not have kids, right? No merging of the bloodlines if there no kids merging it,”[/color] Miles concludes, wringing his hands. He doesn’t notice as his mother tenses slightly at his words. She doesn’t say anything, it’s not her news to share. 

[color=fff79a]"We should get back out there, if anyone asks I was telling you off for whatever your latest hijinx was,”[/color] she jokes with a light chuckle, making her way to the door. [color=fff79a]"Take as long as you need to process. And Miles, honey.”[/color] She turns back to her son, a small warm smile painted on her face. [color=fff79a]"I’m proud of you, kid.”[/color]