Finding Family
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ask_whydunitContent Warnings: None, the Mackenzies are too wholesome. Glen MacKenzie took one look at this teenager who tricked them with magic and decided 'Well, he's our grandson for real now.'
In a cozy, small kitchen, Waver sat at the table across from Glen MacKenzie listening to the updates on the Fuyuki disaster as Martha Mackenzie set a bowl down on the table. The association had clearly already gotten to work on covering up… Whatever the hell had happened at the end of the Grail War, even Waver wasn’t entirely sure what had caused the massive flood of curses… Surely not a wish, but he was going to have to find out more about it at some point. Especially… If he was going to try this again, one day.
“I wonder if Mr. Alexei made it back to England safely.” The elderly woman commented with a smile to the other two. The story Waver had given on Iskandar’s cover story seemed to have been believed by her, at least. Waver, not wanting to cause any distress, responded rather quickly as he gazed down at his cup. “He called at the crack of dawn, from Heathrow. The moron forgot about the time difference.” The lie slipped out a little too easily, perhaps… But it was nice to imagine, though.
Taking a sip of his coffee, he listened Martha continue. “He did? I didn’t hear the phone.” She mused, before smiling widely. “That’s just like him, though!” Glen chuckled deeply, nodding his agreement with a kind smile to Waver and not… calling him out on the lie, just as he hadn’t admonished him for the fact that Waver wasn't really their grandson at all. The enchantment had long since broken, but they hadn’t put the run to him. It was… strange…
But nice…?
The mage had lost this family just before he enrolled at the clock tower, after all. After so many years, it was awkward, but oddly comforting to feel accepted by these two warm, kind people. Their real grandchildren, who apparently never visited once since the old couple into this house, didn’t know what they were missing. Waver didn’t tend to warm up to people easily, and he realized now that he could be difficult and was disagreeable… At first this had been a plan for convenience, but instead Waver found himself more than a little attached to them after the short time he’d been in their company.
They even wanted him to call them Grandma and Grandpa.
And on that note, he finally spoke up again, staring uncertainly into his mug. “Hey… Grandma, Grandpa…? Could I talk to you about something?” He finally looked up with a rather hopeful, albeit nervous, smile.
“What is it?” His ‘Grandfather’ responded with some curiosity from the other side of the table.
“Um… Well, honestly… I’m thinking of doing some travelling.” He started, feeling some excitement rise in his voice. Only for his ‘Grandmother’ to clap her hands with a pleased, excited tone. “My, my! Did you hear that, Glen? Waver’s started talking like Mr. Alexie now.” After all, Waver had been far different when he arrived. Closed off, bitchy, quick to anger and definitely not the sort to think of something particularly fanciful like travel instead of returning to his studies.
“Anyway-” Waver continued, at least glad the idea was taken well. But the point of the topic came next… “There’s a lot of preparation, or rather priorities I need to take care of. To start, I should find a part-time job. So, um…” He looked down awkwardly. “What I really want to ask was this. If you wouldn’t mind,” He smiled hopefully, not entirely sure why this was so hard to ask. Perhaps it was because the old couple really shouldn't still be so nice to him, they should want him to leave… “could I stay with you until I figure things out?”
At that, Martha Mackenzie practically beamed brighter than the sun as she leaned forward with an excited tone. “Of course you can! It will be delightful to have you hear for longer! We’ll have to throw a party today!”
Glen smiled softly as she voiced her approval, glad to see that Waver had asked and to see his wife so very happy for the first time in a long time without their children or grandchildren around. Seeing Waver look to him, he raised his mug in a gesture of approval with a wink. Waver was as good as their family now, as far as the man was concerned.
In a cozy, small kitchen, Waver sat at the table across from Glen MacKenzie listening to the updates on the Fuyuki disaster as Martha Mackenzie set a bowl down on the table. The association had clearly already gotten to work on covering up… Whatever the hell had happened at the end of the Grail War, even Waver wasn’t entirely sure what had caused the massive flood of curses… Surely not a wish, but he was going to have to find out more about it at some point. Especially… If he was going to try this again, one day.
“I wonder if Mr. Alexei made it back to England safely.” The elderly woman commented with a smile to the other two. The story Waver had given on Iskandar’s cover story seemed to have been believed by her, at least. Waver, not wanting to cause any distress, responded rather quickly as he gazed down at his cup. “He called at the crack of dawn, from Heathrow. The moron forgot about the time difference.” The lie slipped out a little too easily, perhaps… But it was nice to imagine, though.
Taking a sip of his coffee, he listened Martha continue. “He did? I didn’t hear the phone.” She mused, before smiling widely. “That’s just like him, though!” Glen chuckled deeply, nodding his agreement with a kind smile to Waver and not… calling him out on the lie, just as he hadn’t admonished him for the fact that Waver wasn't really their grandson at all. The enchantment had long since broken, but they hadn’t put the run to him. It was… strange…
But nice…?
The mage had lost this family just before he enrolled at the clock tower, after all. After so many years, it was awkward, but oddly comforting to feel accepted by these two warm, kind people. Their real grandchildren, who apparently never visited once since the old couple into this house, didn’t know what they were missing. Waver didn’t tend to warm up to people easily, and he realized now that he could be difficult and was disagreeable… At first this had been a plan for convenience, but instead Waver found himself more than a little attached to them after the short time he’d been in their company.
They even wanted him to call them Grandma and Grandpa.
And on that note, he finally spoke up again, staring uncertainly into his mug. “Hey… Grandma, Grandpa…? Could I talk to you about something?” He finally looked up with a rather hopeful, albeit nervous, smile.
“What is it?” His ‘Grandfather’ responded with some curiosity from the other side of the table.
“Um… Well, honestly… I’m thinking of doing some travelling.” He started, feeling some excitement rise in his voice. Only for his ‘Grandmother’ to clap her hands with a pleased, excited tone. “My, my! Did you hear that, Glen? Waver’s started talking like Mr. Alexie now.” After all, Waver had been far different when he arrived. Closed off, bitchy, quick to anger and definitely not the sort to think of something particularly fanciful like travel instead of returning to his studies.
“Anyway-” Waver continued, at least glad the idea was taken well. But the point of the topic came next… “There’s a lot of preparation, or rather priorities I need to take care of. To start, I should find a part-time job. So, um…” He looked down awkwardly. “What I really want to ask was this. If you wouldn’t mind,” He smiled hopefully, not entirely sure why this was so hard to ask. Perhaps it was because the old couple really shouldn't still be so nice to him, they should want him to leave… “could I stay with you until I figure things out?”
At that, Martha Mackenzie practically beamed brighter than the sun as she leaned forward with an excited tone. “Of course you can! It will be delightful to have you hear for longer! We’ll have to throw a party today!”
Glen smiled softly as she voiced her approval, glad to see that Waver had asked and to see his wife so very happy for the first time in a long time without their children or grandchildren around. Seeing Waver look to him, he raised his mug in a gesture of approval with a wink. Waver was as good as their family now, as far as the man was concerned.
