our roots always tangled 1/2


an: I totally meant for this to be fluffy and cute but apparently that was not in the cards.

"Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at a person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is…suddenly the only person you can every imagine yourself with."


He is nine when his father picks him up from the airport - his parents have a tenuous relationship at best and always prefer to do the handoff of children in a public place, and he’s old enough by now to understand that sometimes its best for people who don’t get along to stay far apart.

They share a few testy whispers while Liam chases him around the side of their fathers car, and Liam gets him in a headlock after a few moments, demanding he yield while their mother looks annoyed and their father laughs and shouts back for Killian to fight back like a man.

They’re safely tucked into the back seat, Liam antagonizing him while his father turns the volume on the radio up to drown out the noise, when he notices the toy stuffed half under the passenger seat, his brow furrowing as he leans down, stretching as far as his tiny arms will reach to grab for it - a small stuffed duck, fluffy with those terrifying beady black plastic eyes that have made Killian an enemy of stuffed animals his whole short life, and his father catches his eye in the mirror.

"Oh, that’s not -." he starts and then pauses. This is their third summer in the states, and though Killian enjoys the time he spends with his father, he’s starting to realize Liam is right about him - he doesn’t really spend much time at all with them. They don’t really know him very well.

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