My Eyes See All [Triton]

[SEVRUM SNOW]

Matthew Jameson.

The name had haunted Sevrum's mind for the entire time he'd been cursed with knowing it. What did Triton think? Was Sevrum supposed to ignore his godson's affairs because he was hiding from the Ministry? How dare Triton think for one moment that he could keep something like that from Sevrum. But that wasn't it. It wasn't only the fact the Sevrum was hurt by Triton's disloyalty, but Triton just wasn't being entirely cautious. He was a veela, and a teenage veela at that. A veela's teenage years is the time when they are most subject to change because of all the hormone flooding their bodies, and relationships did a very good job of rousing those hormones. Triton was a bright boy with a promising future-- the last thing he needed was to get angry and make some poor boy into a human steak. Triton wouldn't do well in Azkaban.

So, Sevrum invited him to his humble, temporary abode in the dark forest. It had been a few months since he had seen his godson, and he wished that his meeting with him didn't have to be this way, but there were certain things that needed to be said, and Sevrum was the only one that could say them. Creatures had to know their limitations. Sevrum didn't go barhopping near full moons, and Triton should know better than to put himself in situations where he could lose his temper. Sevrum tried to tell himself that he was just a kid, but that didn't stop him from wanting to be cautious. Sevrum was only alive because of his caution.

Aside from that matter, Sevrum was quite looking forward to seeing his godson again. It had been too long since they truly felt like family. With Sevrum's charge for treason and a warrant out for his interrogation and arrest, there was little time to catch up with friends and family. Now that nearly a year had passed since his "treason," Sevrum could afford to step out of his hermit shell for a while and experience the world a bit like he used to when he was Unspeakable 44-- the perfect agent, and not Sevrum Snow-- the deserter.

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Triton went into the forest that night with nothing short of a heavy heart. Normally, getting the invitation to go see Sevrum was a cause for joy, but Triton had been keeping a secret for him for a little less then a month; he had a boyfriend.

Honestly, Triton had no idea was Sevrum was going to do with this information. He could lose his mind, kill Triton, and go kill Matt. Or he could be calm and just kill Matt; once again, Triton wasn't sure. What he was sure was was that this was not a secret Triton's conscious would let him keep for much longer. And, since he wasn't really sure when he would be able to see his godfather again, tonight would be the night he confessed about Matt.

After walking the familiar pathway with brought him none of the typical comfort, Triton came across Sevrum's tent with the same man standing nearby. The Gryffindor's face lit up as he practically ran forward and captured his godfather in a hug. "I missed you!" he exclaimed. If he was in a less ecstatic, he would wonder if he godfather could still breathe.

Once he finally pulled away, he still beamed for a moment before his face fell into a timid frown. "I have a  confession." he said. "You're going to be mad, but I didn't know how to tell you so I am going to come right out and say it because I hate keeping secrets for you. I have a boyfriend." Triton rambled on. Once he finally got his point across, he put his hands together and stared down at his feet. "...I'm sorry."

[SEVRUM SNOW]

Few things in this world were certain, but Sevrum kept track of those that were. The sun would always rise, the days would always end, and Triton Winters would never be late. Knowing this, Sevrum wasn't surprised when footsteps clambered toward him with the snapping of twigs and the swinging of excited legs.

Sevrum felt Triton's arms around him, and he wrapped his around the boy, embracing his godson in a hug for the first time in a few months.  "I missed you!" Triton exclaimed so loudly that Sevrum's eyes darted around for anyone that may have heard it. He was still on the run, and the last thing he needed was for his godson to get caught up in his Ministry-defying nonsense. Triton pulled away, maintaining his smile for only a moment before it dropped into a sickened frown. Sevrum hadn't even got to invite the boy inside his tent for tea before he broke out with bad news. To be fair, Sevrum always expected bad news from Triton, but the snatcher oped that he could at least break out the drinks first.

"I have a confession," Triton began, and Sevrum's expression sank like quicksand. He brought a hand up to his forehead, using his thumb to rub one temple and his middle finger for the other. "Well, best get it out, then," he replied, hoping that it wasn't anything too drastic. He hoped that it was just some teeneage drama that could be fixed with a few wise words, as that was the case most of the time, but there had been a few instances where Triton's problems required a few people to "disappear."

"You're going to be mad, but I didn't know how to tell you so I am going to come right out and say it because I hate keeping secrets for you. I have a boyfriend."


Sevrum had to keep himself from smiling. It wasn't that he was okay with Triton dating, but he was happy that, at least this time, his bad news was something he had already known and had a plan to handle. Although, Sevrum couldn't let his relief show, as Triton was nearly in tears at the thought of disappointing his godfather. "... I'm sorry," Triton moaned.

Sevrum drew in closer to the boy, placing a hand on his back and rubbing it softly. He used his free hand to gesture toward his tend. "Come inside, kiddo. We'll talk about Matthew over tea," Sevrum replied, sneakily slipping in that he already knew of Triton's boyfriend. Not only did he know, but he knew his name and where he lived as well. 

The werewolf planned to make short work of this conversation. He hadn't exactly invited his godson to come see him so they could talk about boys. Family time was getting rarer and rarer now more than ever, and with only Triton and Sevrum's sister left-- wherever the hell she was-- meetings like this were too frequent to muddy with unpleasant conversation. 

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Relief flooded through Triton when Sevrum showed no sign of disappointment, but something that seemed to be acceptance. Triton hadn't been this happy since Sevrum accepted that he came out of the closet.  He didn't even catch the Sevrum's slip of the tounge. "Thank you, Sevrum." Triton said, smiling again, and went into the tent.

The tent was not a lavish one, in Triton's opinion, but could definitely be called comfortable. There were many fluffy pillows, the bed was soft and the couches stuffed. The prints and decor were what one would see in the home of a old person with all the polka dots and flower images and old artwork. Triton thought it was adorable, but he was well aware that it was the was because Sevrum had no desire to take the time and redecorate.

Triton took the same seat he always took when he came to visit Sevrum, no matter how scare his visits were. He wanted to voice how happy he was that Sevrum was no upset with him for keeping a secret, but he felt it was unnecessary; Sevrum knew him best, as he was practically his father, and always knew how he was feeling before he even said it. "Well, what it new with you, then? It's been too long!" Triton said, practically bouncing up and down in his seat. He missed the time he got to spend with Sevrum; these meeting were all they had until Sevrum got to go home.

[SEVRUM SNOW]

Triton entered Sevrum's enchanted tent, taking his usual seat and making himself at home-- as he should, because Sevrum's home was as good as Triton's, even if that home was just a stupid tent in the most dangerous forest in all of the United Kingdom. Triton made an effort to see what was new with him, but Sevrum didn't respond right away. He hung the kettle over the fire, made sure it wouldn't fall, and then turned to face Triton, his face flushed with disinterest.

"Let's just get this over with, Triton," Sevrum began, his voice underlined with a heavy sigh. He hadn't thought much about what he would say to Triton about this new boyfriend. He figured that the reasons to fight against it would be so obvious that they would just come to him in the moment, but here it was, and all Sevrum could see was the disappointment he was soon to see in his godson's eyes. No matter how truthful Sevrum thought his advice to be, it would never make up for Triton's lost childhood due to his birth conditions. After all, the boy had even less of a choice to be a veela than Sevrum had to be a werewolf, and Sevrum took down the wolf that bit him along with his friends.

"Triton, you're a son to me, and you know I only want you to be happy. But, Triton... You know that Matthew is a bad idea. Dating is a bad idea. Nothing causes more rage than relationships, and you can't handle rage well. I prefer you to not be in Azkaban, and charring your boyfriend to a crisp would get you a nice little cell all to yourself."

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The energy drained out of Triton with the very next statement Sevrum made. How could he have been so foolish as to think he was in the clear? His cheery expression faded away as he listened to his godfather continue. "Triton, you're a son to me, and you know I only want you to be happy. But, Triton... You know that Matthew is a bad idea. Dating is a bad idea. Nothing causes more rage than relationships, and you can't handle rage well. I prefer you to not be in Azkaban, and charring your boyfriend to a crisp would get you a nice little cell all to yourself." Sevrum explained.

"So.... am I never supposed to get close to anyone, then?" Triton asked rhetorically. His heart felt so heavy that it could sink into his stomach. "I haven't changed since I was eight, Sevrum; I can control myself. And I really like Matthew; he is sweet and patient and everything I wanted in a boyfriend. Is there no way I can convince you to give me a chance to prove how well I can control myself? It's not like I am a kid anymore." Triton was begging at this point, using his grade-A puppy eyes. He never asked for much from Sevrum and he was intent to not let up on this.

[SEVRUM SNOW]

Sevrum always tried to be the sort of man who could acknowledge both sides of an argument, but he usually failed quite miserably at that. After receiving his training as an Unspeakable, he developed the belief that he knew much better than anyone else what needed to be done, and he would often force his will upon others, thinking that it was in their best interest, but he was wrong, sometimes. He was wrong this time.

Triton had made a point; he hadn't changed in seven years, and he had learned how to control his veela blood quite nicely. Protective as Sevrum was, he didn't want all that work to be for nothing. At some point, Triton had to deal with relationships. He had to learn to face situations that angered him, otherwise he would never learn how to control his temper in the situations where he would need the most control. Sevrum nodded, giving in.

Triton was giving him the puppy dog eyes, and Sevrum cracked a laugh. "Fine, you win," Sevrum began, his eye drifting over to the tea kettle to make sure nothing was going on. "But I get to meet him before you go out with him again. I'll send an owl. Don't worry, I already know where he lives," Sevrum explained creepily, realizing how obsessive her sounded just then. Then again, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing to be obsessed with your godson's safety. After all, Sevrum had looked after Triton since he was just five years old, and Sevrum was only 21 at the time. Now, ten years later, they were as close as ever, and Sevrum was Triton as more of a son than a godson.

"Are you hungry, son?" Sevrum asked him, gesturing toward a few cabinets on far wall. "I'm not much of a cook, but I'm sure I could manage something."