A/n: I just finished watching the series which has been pending for a while and I don't know exactly how to feel about it but all I can say with certainty is I love Boorman. The guy is so genuine and funny and I am also of South-Asian descent so it was fun to see him on screen. That's also why I was in such a rush to write this without properly planning it because he mentions his mum quite a bit and I know how South Asian mums can be so Boorman's about to get a slap in the face (possibly literally).
Standing in front of the house, Boorman just stood there pondering his life and his life choices.
It'd taken him, Willow, Kit, Elora, Jade, and Airk a long time to get back from the Immemorial city, only returning to Tir Asleen yesterday. They were all exhausted, sick of each other - or maybe that was just him - and so glad that it was over.
At a cost though, getting the prince back but losing Graydon. A shame. That kid had really been growing on him. On all the others too, it seemed as sometimes they'd travel in sad, heavy silence. But other times they'd be talking, laughing - sometimes at him and his complaints even if they were genuine. His feet hurting was genuine, and so was the lack of alcohol for him to drink but they all just laughed. Let them laugh. He'd be the one laughing when they'd have to deal with a completely sober Thraxus Boorman who'd been walking nonstop for days.
One night, they'd all sat down to rest and talked about what they'd all do once they got back. The others all seemed to have some idea of what to do, but he quickly realised that he didn't. To be fair, he'd been in prison for the past few years, and from that he'd gone straight back to saving the world. He hadn't thought he'd live long enough to do much if he was being honest. Maybe he could go back to the camp where the Bone Reavers lived, stay with Scorpia for a while?
He'd decided not to in the end. Not yet at least. She probably had her hands full with the prisoners from the Dread Mines anyway. Where else could he go?
Here apparently. Back to where it all started.
His mother's house. He'd been planning on popping over for a while now so why not?
The only thing was… what? What was he waiting for? He'd battled monsters, escaped the Dread Mines of Skellin, gone past the Shattered Sea. And yet here he was, acting like a coward when preparing to go into his mum's house.
He blew out a long breath. He felt like crying and running into him mum's arms like a child, but also running away because he was a grown man. But he was so tired, and hungry, and thirsty, and he'd worked so hard in the past few months running and fighting and now he just wanted to strip down to his underwear and flop onto a comfy bed, woman by his side or not. He was just so done.
Summoning up the courage, he knocked on the door.
Shuffling footsteps could be heard behind the door, and not soon after the sounds of locks opening reached his ears and suddenly he was looking at an elderly brown woman, hair still dark but with some white at the roots, and face mainly the same except with more wrinkles than he remembers.
She just looks at him, eyes running over his face, and his clothes then back to his face, filling with tears. "Boris?"
He sighed internally. Boris. There was a reason he changed his name to something cooler, much better than Boris. He opened his mouth to tell her that he wasn't Boris anymore, he was Thraxus, but something else came out instead. "Mum!" He cried, and wrapped his arms around her short stature, burying his face in her shoulder even if he had to lean over to do so.
Real smooth Boorman. Real smooth. Turn into a real right baby when you see your mum is it? Typical.
The old woman stiffened before wrapping her arms back around him. "I thought you were dead?"
"Aw Mum, you think I'd die that easily?"
How an old woman could move so fast, he didn't know, but the next thing he did know was that they were no longer hugging and he was now holding his stinging cheek.
"Where have you been, huh? Leave your old mother to take care of herself yeah?"
Only a second ago she'd been hugging him, glad that he was alive or had he hallucinated it? Because the woman in front of him now was something closer to angry than touched.
"Ow, Mum what the f- "
"No swearing in this house or did you forget?"
"Mum, I'm a full grown man now!"
"Oh, is that so? You're 'a full grown man' so there's no need to visit your mother any more, no need to shower or keep your hair neat? You enjoy looking like a beggar is it?"
He was speechless, still holding his cheek like an idiot as he stood outside the door, just staring.
"Don't just stand there like a brainless idiot! Not that you are anything more than that," she added under her breath. "Get inside."
He was still frozen in shock and did nothing until she came outside and whacked his arm after which he ran inside.
"Can't have the neighbours seeing you and thinking I have a useless son. I do have a useless son but why do they need to know that?"
"Hey, for your information I just saved the world with Elora Danan."
"Elora Danan like the stories?"
A victory for him. She was the one frozen now, looking at him. It only lasted a second.
"After all these years you still use the same excuses? 'I was out with some friends'. 'Sorry Mum, I was busy helping this person save their farm'." She shook her head in disappointment. "Just go upstairs and clean up, and then I need your help around the house. About time you took some responsibility."
She ushered him upstairs, his body working on autopilot. He still wanted to cry and curl up in a ball. Why did he think she'd pity him? How could he forget what his mother was like?
Maybe he should have gone to Scorpia. He really should have -
Hang on a minute, was that food he smelled? You know what, maybe here wouldn't be so bad. He could just stay here for a few days, eat up, and then go somewhere else.
"Hurry up Boris! Stop dawdling about! I need the trash thrown out soon or the rats will appear and you'll have to trap them too!"
Yeah no. He was climbing out the bathroom window the first second he got.
A/n: If you think that his mum is abusive, I assure you that is not the case. She's just an Asian mom. If you know, you know. ;)
I also thought it would be fun to have Thraxus be a fake name that he made for himself, (though imo, it's not much better than Boris), and his mum named him something embarrassing, but I hope it was fun anyway. Kudos' are appreciated, comments even more if you have an extra second but no pressure. Anyway, stay safe and see ya soon!
-CrowofArcadiaOaks