[ there are some battles you just won't win, Herc has learned this over the course of his lifetime, but not so often as in his stretch in fatherhood. in a fight, you could track an enemy and make an educated guess. there were certain rules that were they would abide by, even without consciously making the effort to do so. Herc can navigate a battle and fly a jet with much more confidence and grace than he can figure out precisely what his son might want from him.
(but he knows what he wants, he wants his mother back, he wants the name Hercules not to be a lie, but Herc can't give him that)
he doesn't roll his eyes but it's a damn near thing; he grunts, and it's almost a sound of amusement but even then, it's hard to tell. his own marshmallows are golden when he pulls them from above the fire, and he slides the far one off the end in a string of sticky sugar before handing it to his son. ]
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(but he knows what he wants, he wants his mother back, he wants the name Hercules not to be a lie, but Herc can't give him that)
he doesn't roll his eyes but it's a damn near thing; he grunts, and it's almost a sound of amusement but even then, it's hard to tell. his own marshmallows are golden when he pulls them from above the fire, and he slides the far one off the end in a string of sticky sugar before handing it to his son. ]
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