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November
November looked into Riker’s blue eyes, seeing the sincerity in his gaze. He looked away, sniffling.
He felt silly. Small.
Weak.
Like a child.
But, in a way, he supposed he was…
Though that didn’t make him feel any better…
He shook his head. He wasn’t sure he did want to talk about things.
And even if he did…what would he say?
Riker frowned, moving to sit beside him against the wall. The man let out a sigh, lifting one knee to his chest.
“You know…being in my line of work…we see a lot of things we’d rather not.” Riker started softly.
November listened, keeping his eyes focused on the ground in front of him, but curious as to where Riker was going with this.
“So…While I can’t say I understand exactly what you’re going through right now…I can say, I do understand when sometimes things feel…overwhelming.”
November squeezed his knees closer to himself, pinching his eyes shut until a few tears escaped.
“Sometimes…to be honest,” Riker’s shoulders fell, voice growing ever softer, almost nothing but a whisper, “I…I could probably use someone to talk to, as well. But…it’s hard, you know?” He gave a small smile.
November nodded, turning to meet Riker’s eyes again.
“Guess we’re both a bit of a mess, huh?” He chuckled. November couldn’t help but smile at that.
He couldn’t imagine anyone being as messed up as he was…
But…Riker’s words felt good. Like, he understood.
The man grinned. “Ah…well…whenever you are ready to talk, I’m here, alright?” Riker turned his attention back to Fin and Jezyk, who were still checking on Zlatan.
“H-Hey…Riker?”
“Hm?” Riker turned back to November, brow raised.
November smiled. “Thanks…”
❤️😭🥹
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Arabella
Ara’s heart beat in her ears, hands shaking as Leo continued to speak. She glanced at her palm, staring at the scar embedded in her skin, showing her forever connection with the little white haired boy she’d come to call brother.
Her eyes grew glassy and she smiled softly.
“Paxton…?” She whispered. “You’ve seen my brother?”
Leo smiled, nodding enthusiastically.
Ara beamed.
Until…
Her eyes widened, stomach dropping and nausea filling her. Her smile left, bile rising to her throat.
“Wait….wait wait…his family..?” Panic laced her voice, her fists gripping the edges of her dress.
Leo’s eyes widened. “No, no, it’s alright, he’s safe. At least…he should be now…I…I admit I haven’t seen him since we were separated, but we kept him safe…” Leo moved a bit to calm her, wincing as he did.
Ara took in a few breaths, and then, noticing Leo, snapped out of it. “Oh, you shouldn’t move!” She helped him get back into a comfortable position.
“I’m…I’m fine,” he insisted.
Ara shook her head, a small laugh bubbling from her throat. The two sat for a moment, before Ara let out a small sigh, still thinking about Leo’s words, and the images she’d seen earlier with Ellie.
“My brother…” She whispered. Her eyes turned back to Leo, bright and curious. “Was he…was he alright?”
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anyone on?
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Thrawns son?? Cool!! I’m excited to learn more about his character!
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Hello! I am here XD
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:- Rank: Chosen One
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@godlyfantasy12. So…I’m also gonna add these 2 to our group with Leo/Ara/others.
They need some development, and I haven’t gotten a chance to write them yet, so I really want to. 😉
Anywho…I first introduce you to Talia Kaplan.
Name: Talia Elizabeth Kaplan
Age: 23
Personality: Loving, faithful, devoted, kind, compassionate, firm in her beliefs, a faithful woman of God even when she’s struggling with her faith, never gives up on the people she loves
Looks: Long, dark brown wavy hair, just worn down, comes down right below her shoulders, lightly tanned skin, dark brown eyes. Wears a black 1940s style dress, stockings, black flats, and a brown coat with a Yellow Star of David stitched on the left breast of the coat. Wears an engagement ring on her ring finger. (Hehe…)
Other: Previously married to a German man, who left her and her daughter a few years back and was an abusive husband. Loves her daughter with everything she has and will do anything to keep her safe.
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And Ella Kaplan, Talia’s little girl!
Name: Ella Lucy Kaplan
Age: 4
Personality: Shy, loving, sweet, energetic when she’s around people she trusts, kind, the most adorable little girl ever
Looks: Long, bright blonde, curly hair that is worn in a loose braid, bright green eyes, pale skin. Wears a 1940s style red plaid dress, white knee socks, black mary janes, and has a red bow at the end of her braid, and she carries an old, tattered white stuffed bunny rabbit wherever she goes.
Other: Talia’s little girl.
@freedomwriter76 luv them!!
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@godlyfantasy12. Awww, November!!! <3 <3 <3 And thank you! I love them too! 😉 @koshka.
Riker
November smiled. “Thanks…”
Riker smiled and nodded. “You’re very welcome. I’m always here if you ever need me…always.”
(Not really sure what else to do with Riker right now, tbh. XD)
Leo
“Was he…was he alright?”
Leo slowly nodded. “Yeah…we…we kept him safe…made sure his family didn’t get to him…that’s how I got stabbed…they didn’t like anyone telling them no…” Leo rubbed the back of his neck, just as he heard footsteps.
He looked up.
Talia
They were in a strange place…a castle, judging by the looks of it.
Ella tugged on her hand, and Talia looked down at her little girl. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“I’m hungry, Mama…” She whispered, in a bit of a whiny voice, clutching her bunny, Rosy, close, and rubbing her eyes.
Ella was hungry and tired.
Talia smiled softly, forcing a smile she didn’t feel, and opened her small purse. She had a snack in it somewhere.
She pulled out a small, wrapped piece of gingerbread, and handed it to Ella. “Here you go, baby.”
Ella took it and began munching, before rubbing her eyes again. She accidentally dropped Rosy. “No!” Ella yelled, reaching down to grab her bunny, clutching it close to her chest again, burying her face in Rosy, whilst still munching on the bread.
The tattered bunny truly needed to go, but Talia wouldn’t forcibly take it from her little girl, and she knew why Ella carried it around so much.
It made her feel safer.
Talia took in and let out a deep breath, fighting back the tears that wanted to escape. Gerhard had done this to her little girl.
But Talia and Ella were both getting another chance.
For Talia, another chance to have a husband. For Ella, another chance to have a Daddy.
Ella was already calling Talia’s fiancée “Daddy”.
“Daddy!”
“He’s not here, baby…” Talia whispered softly, smiling lovingly at her daughter, who had stopped covering her face.
“Mama, it’s Daddy!” Ella yelled, pointing, rushing forward, clutching the bread and Rosy.
“Ella, wait, sweet-” Talia stopped, because she saw her fiancée too. She ran too. “LEO!”
@freedomwriter76 AHHHHHHH WHAT?!?!?!?! SCREEEEECH!!!!!!!
does Felix and them know tho 😱😱
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#ProtectSebI love this. I love it I love it I love it!
and Ella reminds me of Paxton with the stuffed bunny 😭
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Arabella
Tears sprung to her eyes. She looked down at Leo’s wound, seeing it now in a new way, and then back into Leo’s eyes.
“Thank…thank you…” she whispered. “For protecting him. His family,” She shook her head. “I’m sorry you had to meet them. Though…” She brought her voice low, making sure the women eavesdropping nearby didn’t hear, “from the looks of things…you seem to be familiar with those kinds of families…”
Leo swallowed, glancing away. “That…that obvious huh?”
Ara nodded, just as a pristine young voice echoed through the hall.
“Daddy!”
Ara turned, spotting a little child running their way, in her arms a tattered stuffed animal, what looked to be its ears flopping wildly. She was giggling, running straight for Leo.
“Leo!” A woman, who Ara had to blink at, considering she could’ve very well been Ara’s sister (huh this takes Ara and Leo’s sweet conversation to a whole new level of adorableness) was running behind the little girl, eyes wide at the sight of the young man sitting on the ground.
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#ProtectSebBtw don’t forget about Ellie unless ur just wanting to remove her lol
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@godlyfantasy12. Yeah, I know, thanks for reminding me, tho. 🙂 I haven’t forgotten Ellie; she’ll show up in a minute. She’s just trying to get Abel to sleep right now. 😉
I love how you freaked out when I showed Talia and Leo are engaged. XD
And yes, the family knows about Leo/Talia, since they’re both Jewish and CAN legally marry, but they DON’T know about Jakob/Angelina.
Leo
“Daddy!” Ella ran towards him, Rosy in hand, giggling.
“Leo!” Talia yelled, right behind Ella.
“Ella!? Talia!?” Leo cried, eyes widening, just as Ella rushed at him, running into his arms.
Leo flinched from the bit of pain it caused, but it still wasn’t as bad as earlier, and wrapped his arms around Ella. “Ella…what…?”
Talia came over too, and fell on her knees beside him, wrapping her arms around him. “Leo! Oh, Leo…!” Talia whispered, tears coursing down her cheeks.
Leo wrapped one arm around her, keeping his other arm around Ella, and kissed her forehead. “Talia…how did you get here?”
“I don’t know…me and Ella just showed up here…are you alright?”
“…Kinda. But we can’t talk with Ella around…” Leo whispered, eyebrows furrowing together.
“Daddy, want a piece of gingerbread?” Ella asked, holding up a piece of gingerbread, with a bright smile.
Leo smiled and just nodded, just as Ella put it in his mouth. “There you go, Daddy.”
Leo chewed and swallowed, before glancing at Arabella, seeing her confusion. “This is my fiancée, Talia, and her little girl, Ella. Talia, Ella, this is Arabella.”
Ella buried her face in Rosy and buried herself further into Leo’s arms. Leo kissed her forehead. “It’s okay, Ella…she’s a friend…she won’t hurt you. She’s very kind. And I’m sure she’s just the kind of girl who would love to spend time with you, Ella.”
Ella partially unburied her face, and actually smiled at Arabella. “Hi…Bella….”
(OH. MY. GOODNESS. LEO AS A DADDY IS JUST…AGHHHHHHH!!!!! <33333333)
@freedomwriter76 AGH THEY ARE SOOOO CUTE!!!
Arabella
Ara gave a small wave to little girl, watching as she slowly pulled her head out from her father’s grip.
“Hi…Bella…”
Ara watched as the little girls face morphed before her eyes into the little white haired boy she now called brother.
She smiled.
“I like your friend,” Ara said softly, pointing to the stuffed creature in the girl’s arms.
Ella looked down, eyes wide.
“My brother has one. It’s a bear, her name is Hope. Does yours have a name?”
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AHHHHH!!!! LEO AND TALIA!! That scene was sooo…..I love y’all’s charies.
Zlatan
Voices. Zlatan tensed, one hand sliding to his sword hilt. He was on the floor with his shoulder leaning against something hard. How…?
“…waking up.”
He blinked, eyes adjusting to the flickering torchlight. Glimmering stone walls spoke of somewhere deep, the stonework hinting at a castle dungeon. Pain flared across his back when he tried to move, bringing memories in sharp clarity.
Please, not again.
Letting go of his sword hilt, he drew his arms over his head and knees to his chest. Fire stabbed his back and shoulders at the movement.
Wait. His sword hilt?
The weight of a longsword hung at his side, but they had taken it away. How…
“Zlatan?”
Riker? So I’m not…Oh…
He dropped his arms and looked up at the faces around him. Riker, November, and two other’s he’d seen before. Fin and Jisik…Jesyk… Novembré looked ill. He’d been crying.
“What happened?” He carefully pushed himself to his feet, steading himself against the wall as a faint, light headed sensation throbbed in his temples.
“You passed out for several minutes there.” Fin was at his side as if ready for him to collapse. “What’s wrong?”
Zlatan gingerly ran a hand down the back of his neck. “I’ll be fine.”
“What’s wrong?”
Zlatan glanced at Riker, then closed his eyes. It wasn’t like a battle wound that was easy to explain. Simple. This was difficult, complicated. Maybe he was proud, but he wasn’t ashamed of what had given him this, only that he hadn’t done it sooner. That he had innocent blood on his hands.
He sighed and turned to November.
“Zlatan…I’m sorry…” Guilt swelled in the young man’s eyes.
Zlatan felt his world slowing down, his carefully built walls crumbling. He stepped forward a hand outstretched. Then his eyes locked on his hand, on a scarlet smear. He quickly curled the fingers over it, tucking it under his cloak.
“Novembré, it’s my fault. I vas caned and celled for disobeying orders. I knew ze consequences and did so anyvay. I’d do it again. Please don’t blame yourself.” He glanced at the other men, all with very concerned expressions. He swallowed and looked away, feeling like a young boy. “I deserved worse. Much worse… Ve need to catch up vith ze others.”
Aha! I finally succeeded in taking the Desanik off of Zlati for a moment.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
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