[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/art-deco-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220918/a470c0e1e342aafb5532055a40dfcab9.png[/img][/url] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Xt9QBAn.gif[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/thvoNQk.gif[/img][/center] [center] [color=lightgray][sub][color=lightgray] Location: His house Interacting with: His mother mostly [/color] [hr][hr][/sub][/color][/center] After Miles sped his friends back to the coven manor, burnouts and all, he checked a few times that Carlisle felt comfortable toughing the afternoon alone. Miles was glad he did, he needed a break and no better place to rest than his own home. Besides, he definitely needed a change of clothes from the now grass-stained jeans he wore. Not to mention he needed a self debrief from the morning. He entered the unit to see his mother standing at the kitchen. The pair bared very little resemblance despite their round faces and button-like noses, she’d always told him he was almost the splitting image of his father. [color=fff79a]"You're home early. I would have thought you'd be out late partying with the Coven members,"[/color] his mother greets him from in front of the stove. She was stirring what seemed to be a stirfry of some form. [color=DC143C]"Mother dearest,"[/color] Miles greets her with a quick kiss on the cheek before taking a seat at one of the stools that sat at the kitchen island table. [color=DC143C]"Nope, I've decided to turn back on my party animal ways and live a quiet, humble life of sobriety and celibacy,"[/color] [color=fff79a]"HA!"[/color] the woman snorts, turning off the stove's fire. [color=fff79a]"And I saw a pig fly this morning. Want some lunch, Hurricane?"[/color] On the offer of food Miles was reminded that he hadn't eaten since that one pastry and flask of coffee in the morning. His stomach growled in response. [color=DC143C]"That would actually be great, thanks,"[/color] Mary complied, pulling out 2 plates and placing a helping of stirfry on both before leading her son to the dining table. [color=fff79a]"So, how was your first day?"[/color] she asks Miles as she sets a plate before him. Miles shrugs as he starts eating his meal. [color=DC143C]"Carlisle's acting... strange,"[/color] [color=fff79a]"Carlisle's a strange kid,"[/color] [color=DC143C]"No, no,"[/color] Miles tries to stifle a chuckle. He didn't know how much to tell his mother. Should he tell her about the curse? He knew if he did it'd be relayed to Lilith's grandpa and Miles knew that would only end in bad things for his friend considering Mr Montgomery was on the council. [color=DC143C]"Just... It's fine. Probably just the pressure getting to him,"[/color]. He watched as his mother's eyes narrowed, he knew she knew he wasn't being truthful. Curse having divination witch mother but she didn't press the issue. Chances are Lilith had told her anyway. [color=DC143C]"He um... confessed to Lilith today,"[/color] [color=fff79a]"I'm guessing she didn't take it too well?"[/color] [color=DC143C]"Well, they're not an item, I can tell you that,"[/color] The pair become silent for a while as they eat. Miles eventually pierced the silence, [color=DC143C]"I talked to her today,"[/color] [i]Clang[/i] Mary's metal fork drops onto the ceramic plate as her hands go to rub her eyes briefly. [color=fff79a]"Miles,"[/color] she sighs exasperatedly. [color=fff79a]"[i]Please[/i] tell me by that you mean you said hello and got on with your day,"[/color] Miles remained silent, pursing his lips. He knew he couldn't lie to her, she probably already knew the answer before she even asked. [color=fff79a]"Really, Miles? What were you thinking?"[/color] [color=DC143C]"That we're both adults who have the right and autonomy to talk to who we want? Besides, she talked back! She even-"[/color] He stopped himself. With the direction this conversation was going Miles knew telling his mother that he initiated any physical affection would only end up in him being told off. He pursed his lips once again, falling silent and looking down at the table. He didn't know what to tell her or where to start. He knew about the 'secret' dinners and he knew his mother had spent the last 6 months keeping the pair separated. He wanted to tell her that, he wanted to tell her that he may not be fully over his old friend. That they hugged, that she cried in his arms, that they wanted to make dinner plans. Since when was there such a barrier between Miles and his mum? In almost every other aspect of his life his mother is his confidant and first point of contact but there was a weird block when it came to Lil. She was too involved with Lil to feel like she'd listen without correcting him. [color=DC143C]"I know she's been avoiding me, mum. And I know you've had a hand in helping her. I just... why? I know we had that messy breakup but that was 6 years ago, surely she doesn't need hiding from me now,"[/color] [color=fff79a]"Really, Miles Connor?"[/color] Miles couldn't help but feel a knot form in his stomach. Although his mother's tone was gentle it was serious and both his first and middle name with a serious tone was never a good thing. [color=fff79a]"I don't think you understand how much you hurt her,"[/color] Miles' eyes dare not stray from the table, refusing to meet his mother's eyes. [color=DC143C]"Come on mum, we were teens. Teens do dumb things all the time. Besides, it was no one's fault, we just had different ideas on where the relationship should have been at,"[/color] Mary sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. [color=fff79a]"Miles, you know me. I don't just get disappointed in you. When you were riding around teasing the neighbours- you were getting exercise- and honestly it was pretty funny. When you started drinking- so did I around that age and I was so glad you knew when to call me to bail you out or take you home. When you dropped out of college- you already had your life set with a job that would give you more experience and knowledge than any college could. All your 'disappointments' per se had good aspects but there is no positive justification for what you did to that girl. I know we don't really talk about the breakup but, honestly kid? What you did that led to it is probably the only time I’ve felt genuine disappointment toward you,"[/color] The room goes so silent you could hear a pin drop and that silence was suffocating for Miles. For all his wrongs his mother was still a constant support. What if he [i]did[/i] mess up? No, no. It was far in the past now. An old misunderstanding he had decided. He didn’t want to face all he had done, what was the point when it was so far gone? He was left reeling himself in, avoiding an internal crisis that he honestly maybe should have been having. Mary sighs, looking her son over. [color=DC143C]"We… um… talked about doing dinner sometime. Maybe she can come over on Sunday night, or is it grandpa John’s turn?”[/color] Miles was well aware that Sunday night was ‘family dinner night’ for his mum and the Montgomerys, he pieced that together not too long after returning back to Tanner with all the times he was forced out of the house. He was expecting his mum to react as if he dropped a massive bomb on her for knowing about the dinners but she just gave him a knowing smile. [color=fff79a]"Do you want red or black flowers at your funeral?”[/color] Mary jests, the corners of her mouth turning up as she collects the plates and takes them to the sink. Even before Lilith came to Tanner, Johnathon Montgomery was far from the boy’s biggest fan, it seemed over the years he had only made John hate him more and more. [color=fff79a]"We might be able to arrange that. I’ll get back to you. Anyway, I’m off, have a couple of errands to run before work. You make good choices tonight, I’m not leaving work to bail you out of jail,”[/color] she says, pulling Miles into a hug before grabbing her handbag off the hook that sat by the door. [color=DC143C]"I don’t know what you’re talking about, mother. I only make the best of choices,”[/color] Miles replies with a goofy smile. [color=fff79a]"Uh-huh. Just don’t end up half dead in a ditch. Love you,”[/color]