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Paxton
Paxton’s eyes lit up at Crosshair’s descriptions.
Those…those were his friends…
Ember…Lynnie…Nyx…
He’d left out Grimm…and Luna had just recently joined…
But…the others?
That was them.
“H-how did you know…?” Paxton gazed at the scarred man in a new light, heart beating rapidly.
Did…did he know where they were. Could he help Paxton find them? Find Ember? Find his sister?
Or….
Paxton’s chest tightened.
Or…was he sent to hurt them…?
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 @godlyfantasy12 Should I have written Crosshair’s reply in that RP or should i wait for the other characters to be like “wait what? how do you know his friends?”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@keilah-h I just replied so u can respond
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#ProtectSebI just saw your Paxton RP when that sent, soo…..
@godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76Crosshair
He tried to chuckle, but the sound came out as more of a bark. Paxton shrunk back. Maybe that was a mistake.
“I met them before. They were here.” he explained. “Arabella and her friend….the boy, I don’t remember his name….they saved my son’s life. Nyx was……very interesting. And Lyn–that was her name, right? Feather told me a bit about her–she got along quite well with Feather’s friend, Rinzler.”
Paxton looked a little apprehensive, but he seemed to realize that his friends were this strange man’s friends, too, or at least not his enemies.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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Paxton
Paxton sucked in a breath.
He…he didn’t have to be afraid.
This man wasn’t trying to hurt his friends…
They were his friends too…
They…they’d saved his son…
That…
That sounded like Arabella…
And Ember…
And all of them.
“H-have you…you seen them…?”
Crosshair’s gaze seemed to soften slightly. He shook his head. “Afraid not, kid.”
Paxton frowned. “They…they saved y-your s-son? Wh-what’s h-he like?”
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#ProtectSeb@elishavet-pidyon u wanna RP?
and then @freedomwriter76 can as Leon and Riker.
I luv that group (and yes Freedom I luv Leon and Riker as brothers!!
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#ProtectSeb@godlyfantasy12 I honestly really love the dynamic between Paxton and Crosshair right now. I didn’t think my character had it in him to be as caring as this…..
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Crosshair
“They–they saved your s-son? W-what’s he like?” Paxton asked.
Crosshair’s mouth curved into a slight smile as he thought of Jareth.
[Wow Pax–can I call him that?–you just made him smile, hardly anyone can do that!!]
“He’s….very bold. Playful. He has a pet, Crow, who’s wild–he got into a fight with Nyx when they met. He loves to draw…and fish….and he named all of my brother’s chickens and wrote short stories about them. You remind me a little of him, although I’m not sure why.”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@keilah-h sure you can! That’s what some of the gang call him 😊 @koshka @elishavet-pidyon @freedomwriter76
Paxton
The little boy’s eyes grew big as he listened to Crosshair talk about his son. He lowered his bear, peeking his head out from over the fur more. He smiled.
He wasn’t used to people speaking fondly of him…
Not until recently…
And now…Everytime someone did…said he reminded them of someone they loved…or gave him a kind word…a gentle affirming phrase…it…
Did something to him.
Made him feel warm…
Fuzzy.
Happy.
(okay yall….writing this…Paxton has just shown me (yes cuz characters do that) that his love language is words of affirmation 😭)
“Wh-What d-does he draw? I…I l-like to..to draw…and paint…” Paxton glanced at his sleeves, but didn’t pull them up. He caught Feather glance his way, a small gleam in her eye.
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#ProtectSeb@godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76 I’m going to have to get off after this, so I won’t be able to RP again until tomorrow, probably.
Crosshair
“What d-does he draw? I…l-like to draw and paint…” Paxton looked down at his sleeves.
Feather looked at him, interested.
“He draws Crow….he draws my family’s goats…..Sometimes he draws me, or Feather, or one of my siblings.” Crosshair explained. “He gets it from Feather–she loves to paint whatever she can see. I never took up drawing; neither did my brothers.” And if we had, there never would’ve been much use for it.
Feather came up next to them. “What do you like to draw, Paxton?”
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Paxton
Feather, the woman who looked like Lyn walked over, eyes sparkling. She smiled.
“What do you like to draw, Paxton?”
Paxton blinked. He swallowed, a pinch of anxiety rising in his chest. He glanced at his sleeves once again.
What did he like to draw?
He didn’t necessarily draw things when he drew…or painted…
It was more of just…
Him going with whatever he felt…
He’d sometimes draw his dreams…things he saw in his mind…
The way he felt….
And…it usually wasn’t very pretty…
But…it had helped him cope…and it was nice…comforting.
“I…I…” Paxton’s brows furrowed.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Wolfgang squeezed Paxton’s hand gently, “You don’t have to be shy…”
Paxton let out a breath.
Right…he…he had nothing to hide. Not anymore…
These…these people were his friends now…
They wouldn’t hurt him like his mother…or his brothers…
He released Wolfgang’s hand, slowly bringing it to his sleeve. He rolled it up, revealing the splashes of vivid paint that stained his arms.
It was a mix of colors. Reds, blues, oranges, purples, all in various shades and swatches.
There wasn’t really any pattern or rhythm to it…but the paint covered certain parts of his arms, and mixed in with old bruises, forming a dark canvas.
Everyone stared, and Feather let out a small gasp. Paxton flushed, feeling his heart drop.
Maybe this had been a mistake…
@freedomwriter76 I really wanna see The Bois react
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@godlyfantasy12. I’m gonna do the bois real fast, but I’m not so sure how much I’ll get to today. I only finished my school less than an hour ago and I have to go to the Chiropractor later, but I’m gonna try to do some things. 🙂
@freedomwriter76 okie dokie! U doing okay?? I had blood drawn today heh. I’m used to it tho so it doesn’t bother me
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@godlyfantasy12. @keilah-h. @elishavet-pidyon. @koshka.
Wolfgang
He couldn’t stop staring.
Paint and bruises melted together, creating a canvas.
In ways, it showed how Wolfgang, and likely Paxton, felt.
A mix of beauty…and pain.
Beauty mixed with pain.
Hmm…that was something to think about.
Wolfgang carefully, softly, touched Paxton’s arm. “How…how often do you do this?”
Reuben
Paxton drew on himself…maybe…as a way to deal with it.
Like Reuben did with his writing.
The folders, notebooks, sketchbooks, and random scraps of paper filled with stories and poems. Drawings normally accompanied them.
It…had been his way to deal with and cope with the pain…the abuse…the trauma.
Writing and drawing had brought him…comfort…somehow. Someway.
And…maybe he wasn’t as odd as he thought.
He walked over and looked at the paint…and bruises…covering Paxton’s arms.
He couldn’t stop staring at it.
“How…how often do you do this?” Wolfgang asked, breaking the silence.
Joshua
Coping…by painting.
But…it wouldn’t last. By all the pain on Paxton’s arms, that much was obvious.
Joshua took in a deep breath.
It wasn’t harmful…but it also wasn’t healing either.
Because only God could mend the broken heart. Only God could free someone from trauma.
He’d done so, for Joshua.
But his brothers still struggled.
He glanced up ahead. Leo had gotten way ahead of the others, and he wasn’t paying attention to Paxton.
Joshua raised an eyebrow, just as he saw Leo angrily wipe away tears.
Okay…something was wrong.
Something big.
Jakob
Paxton’s arms were covered in paint and bruises.
They mixed together.
Jakob couldn’t stop staring at it, just like his brothers.
For some reason, he just…couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Wolfgang interrupted the silence with a question, and Jakob awaited the answer.
Julius
Julius leaned against the wall, but he caught a glance of Paxton’s arms.
Was that…paint?
And…and…bruises.
Julius swallowed hard. Closed his eyes as memories tried to rise.
But…if Paxton…Leo…Joshua…Jakob…Reuben…Wolfgang…if they knew what an abusive mother felt like…then that meant…Julius wasn’t alone.
Yes, for him it had been his father.
But someone…understood.
They must have.
That helplessness.
That fear.
That trapped feeling.
Only aching and begging for freedom.
The draft had been Julius’ ticket to freedom.
He reopened his eyes.
He wasn’t alone.
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@godlyfantasy12. Yeah, I’m doing okay. But I have a curve in my spine that we only recently figured out about, and apparently my neck is slightly curved in the wrong way too, and we’re trying to get them fixed, that’s all. :3
@freedomwriter76 hate that for u! Hope it gets fixed!! Love the RP btw!! @koshka @keilah-h @elishavet-pidyon
Paxton
Wolfgang’s fingers reached out and Paxton found himself reeling backwards. Wolfgang paused, then gently proceeded, his fingers running over Paxton’s skin.
“How…how often do you do this?”
Paxton whimpered slightly, a part of him afraid to answer. His mind alighted on when Ara and the others had first discovered his habit…
Their reactions to it as well…
Their soothing, gentleness…much like Wolfgang’s…
But…he also couldn’t help but remember how his mother…his brothers had reacted to artful touches…
The coping mechanisms…
They…they hadn’t seen it as Ara had…
As a way to be comforted…
They’d only seen it as another mark on their otherwise perfect family….
Another mistake…
Another way he was…marred…and twisted…and disabled…
“I-I…” Paxton looked at the sea of faces, then back at the paint on his skin, and the bruises mixed with them, “I don’t know…” He shrugged half-heartedly.. “Wh-wh-whenever I-I’m scared…or…or nervous…I-I guess…”
Or lonely…
Or sad.
Or whenever he felt any burst of large emotion….really.
He shifted, finding himself hiding a bit behind Wolfgang.
Hiding from Wolfgang. From all of them.
He slid his arm behind his back, burying his nose into his bear.
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