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@elishavet-pidyon ok then! Because Hunter, Omega, and their brothers, in the original story I took them from, were created and born specifically to be soldiers. So if there’s a conflict going on out there, that could explain some things for my characters in this universe.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon 😭 the story!!! @koshka
Paxton
Wolfgang excitedly stood to help Liora grab the cupcakes, leaving the others to ponder over Winton’s story.
Paxton’s mind reeled with the words Winton had spoke, each one washing over him fresh, adding new questions to his already jumbled little mind.
“all of us were born with a specific purpose. There’s a good end to your story, waiting to be found.”
All of us?
Paxton ran a finger over his jeans, tracing lines in them as a memory flared in his vision.
“You’re a very special boy, Paxton. You have a light…a compassion, that…others would try to snuff out. Don’t lose that, alright?”
Paxton startled as a gentle hand touched his shoulder. He looked up to see Ara’s kind, gentle eyes greeting him.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
Slowly, Paxton nodded, turning back to look at the others around him, wondering if they all…really did understand. At least just a little…
Nyx
Nyx stared at Winton, then glanced at his sister, whose eyes were wide with unshed tears, obviously moved by the story, and the man’s kind words.
Nyx let out silent sigh, leaning back in his chair. She really was quite emotional…
But…
Nyx had to admit…he hadn’t been expecting Winton to be the kid he was talking about…
He’d been expecting one of those…stories filled with “I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through’s,” and “Ob, I don’t really understand but…”
He’d been prepared for…meaningless apologies. For guilt that no one has any right to bear….
Other then him.
And for horrible pity, that made his stomach twist and turn.
Winton caught his eyes once more, the two exchanging a look.
Nyx pursed his lips, arms crossing tighter, though…he soon realized the man didn’t seem to be looking at him; but through him.
And the look he was giving…
It…
It wasn’t one of pity.
Or guilt.
Or sadness….
But.
Understanding.
Nyx blinked, straightening as his ears perked slightly. Slowly, he turned to gaze at his sister, who was still enraptured with her own thoughts, her green eyes shimmering. And then he gave a subtle glance to Grimm, looking stoic as ever.
He quirked a brow.
Was…was that how they looked at him….?
Not…not out of pity…but…
Understanding?
Love…?
Had he just…had it confused?
He turned his eyes back to his lap, glaring once again at his feet.
Now…he didn’t know what to think.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSebAwwwww, Paxton and Nyx….
*Wipes eyes*
*Takes a breath*
*Squishes them both in a group hug*
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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@elishavet-pidyon. WINTON!!! I LOVE YOU!!! XD >333@koshka. @godlyfantasy12. @wilder-w. @keilah-h. Oh, I’ve done that before. XD
Ezra
Ezra tapped his chin, thinking.
“Well…we could go to the local pizzeria, ice cream parlor, and arcade, all combined into one building. Or…well…what do you guys like to do? But either way, I need food first.” He laughed. “But seriously, what do you two like to do?”
Joshua
Joshua smiled softly as Wolfgang rushed to help the girl, Liora, grab cupcakes.
He turned to Winton with a grateful smile. “Thank you, sir, for doing this…I think we all need this…really bad.”
Winton smiled warmly and nodded. “Of course, Joshua. Anytime.”
Joshua nodded, smiled, and turned, just as everyone got a cupcake, Wolfgang and Liora handing them out.
Joshua took his with a “thank you” and a smile, and Liora smiled back.
“Now, we talk over cupcakes!” Winton said with a warm, gentle, playful smile.
“Yay!” Wolfgang cried, already biting into his.
Joshua laughed and took a bite out of his.
He was about to take another, but was interrupted…
…when the doors slammed open.
Jakob
The doors slammed open, making all conversation stop.
Leo turned around in his seat, and his eyes widened and lit with fear.
Jakob followed his gaze, half of his cupcake already in his mouth, and stopped.
How had they found them…?
One of their stepbrothers. Of course.
Frida stepped inside, dressed in her business suit, one hand clutching Annalise’s, one hand clutching Steffi’s, with Adolphus and Dietrich beside her.
“Good afternoon, Dr. Winton. I see you have…quite a crowd here…what fun.” Frida said with a fake smile, but it was convincing to anyone that didn’t know her very well. “I’m afraid my sons have homework and a few…other things they need to do…so I’m afraid I must pull them away for today. Along with my nephew, who is here as well…” Her gaze went over to Alec, who sank down lower in his chair.
Jakob’s fists clenched, after he popped the last of his mini cupcake into his mouth.
“So, I’m afraid they will have to leave early. I hate to take them away, but there are things that can’t be helped.” Frida said, pretending to be upset.
She was a horrible actress.
But Jakob didn’t say anything.
Even though he really wanted to.
Wolfgang finished off his cupcake and looked up. “Oh…aren’t we almost done…?”
“Maybe. But I need to take all of you home now, dear.” Frida said, emphasis on the “dear”.
A warning emphasis.
Wolfgang seemed to catch that, and his gaze fell.
Frida nodded and smiled softly, glancing back at Winton. “Again, I apologize, Dr. Winton, but I must bring my sons and nephew home. Dietrich, take the girls back to the car. And boys, say goodbye to your…friends.”
Dietrich moved to obey, and Jakob and his brothers said goodbye, Wolfgang giving a long hug to Paxton.
Jakob didn’t say goodbye to anyone.
He wasn’t super close to anyone yet…and besides, goodbyes were always painful. He didn’t have the time or energy for that.
Wolfgang finally finished, and they were all at the doorway.
“Thank you, Dr. Winton, for the pizza and games and story and cupcakes.” Wolfgang thanked with a soft smile.
They all left after all thanking Winton, and walked outside.
“We’re going home. Alec, your parents are at our house, so you’re coming as well. Come along.” Frida said, motioning for them to follow her to the car.
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November
The story had been…
A rollercoaster. At least for some it would seem, as most were now silent, weighing their own thoughts.
November anxiously tapped his knee with his good fingers, glancing every now and again at Winton.
It was…
Sad to think that someone could..go through so much…would have to go through so much…
But, he was still here. And…and happy!
How? November wasn’t even sure.
Made November’s problems sure seem like a mole hill…heh…
November shifted slightly, catching Ara’s eye. She turned, brows raised.
“What’s wrong?” She whispered.
He gave a small smile, head low. “Just…ah…” He bit the inside of his cheek. He looked at Winton, and then at the others, all lost in their thoughts, each with…so much pain hidden inside. “I don’t feel like I belong here…”
Ara let out a small breath, gently grasping his good hand in her own. “Why do you feel that way?” She asked quietly.
He blinked. “Wh-What do you mean?”
She shrugged. “Just…why?”
He shook his head, “I…I don’t know. Everyone here seems so…” He looked around. “Hurt. And I mean…my life’s good. I don’t even know why I’m here…and…that story…” He looked down, shaking his head. “How could someone hurt their own child like that?”
(UGH HE IS SO INNOCENT IT JUST…. 😭)
Ara let out a soft breath, eyes growing glassy as she squeezed his hand. “Oh, N…” She glanced at Winton. “Didn’t…any of the things he said…the things that happened to him…sound….familiar?” (Idk what kind of abuse Winton went through…physical or mental/verbal)
November tilted his head. “What do you mean?”
“Just…some of the…thoughts he’d had. And the punishments. The…things he went through.”
November shrugged, hand slipping from hers and heading to his curls. “I…I guess?” He whispered. Ara gently grabbed his hand, lowering it with a small, comforting smile.
“Just…stay a bit longer. Okay? Trust me. Please?”
November stared into her eyes, heat rising to his cheeks. He smiled slightly. “O-Okay…for…for you.”
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 NOOO WE WERE JUST GETTING TO THE GOOD PART AGH!!! I really want to go outside and give her a piece of my mind…iMm trying to figure out which character can…
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSebI have a slight idea…. @freedomwriter76 but it’ll be anonymous help….sorta 😏
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 what u think?
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@godlyfantasy12. Go for it! 😉
@freedomwriter76 MWAHAHA *rubs hands together* @elishavet-pidyon @koshka
Corvina
One boy, who she believed was named Julius’, fists clenched as the brothers and Alex exited. Winton watched them with sorrowful eyes, but could obviously do nothing.
A little boy with white blonde hair made a small noise, catching Corvina’s attention. She turned, eyes catching his.
Her throat caught at the bright, ice blue of his eyes…
She looked away.
“Who was that?” Arthur’s nose scrunched in disgust. “Looked like a witch with her demon horde,” he leaned over, poking Corvina with his elbow.
She ignored him, fists clenched tightly against her lap. He glanced at her, brows raised.
“Corvina…?” he whispered.
But Corvina wasn’t focusing on him. Her mind was instead focusing on the face of the woman who had entered earlier…
And the young blonde boy she’d just met eyes with…
The little brown haired boy the woman had taken with her….
Both looking so…
So scared.
She squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring as the temperature dropped slightly around her.
“Corvina?” Arthur whispered, voice growing worried.
The woman’s face danced in front of her mind, her cold, harsh voice echoing in her ears.
Just like….just like….
A small, short growl left her throat.
Arthur touched her elbow. “Cori?” He whispered, lighter then air.
“Shut up. I’m focusing…” She said, eyes opening into small slits.
Quietly, secretly, small shadows began to seep from the corners of the room, drifting…dancing, as Corvina’s fingertips moved across her lap.
Only Arthur seemed to notice, eyes growing wide.
They quietly slipped out the door, in a mass exodus of dark blackness…
And then…
A wretched cry of alarm sounded outside. The cry of a woman.
Everyone turned to stare at the door.
Only Arthur noticed Corvina’s sly smile.
(so she didn’t hurt her, I figure her shadows probably completely encompassed Frida, and the little girls, and Dietrich and Adolphus, but left the brothers alone. In their fear they probably get in the car and drive off leaving the boys to…we’ll…return to the club 🤣)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSebAHHH I LUV CORVINA!!
and Frida…definitely hit a sore spot…in the abusive mother department. And then of course Paxton and Wolfgang hit a soft spot in the littler brother department
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 I’m now imagining Frida and those bratty little girls shrieking their heads off swatting at dark shadows like their annoying birds 🤣 it’s great
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#ProtectSeb@elishavet-pidyon @koshka @freedomwriter76 now we can get to the talking part after this. If everyone wants to
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 u still on and wanna RP?
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Yuck! Frida is a slimeball.
Winton
He hadn’t wished to have this well of an introduction to the kid’s aches, but then again, perhaps that wasn’t quite right.
He shook Joshua’s hand as the boys got ready to leave.
“Goodbye Dr. Winton. Thank you for doing this.” Joshua sighed and made to go, but Winton squeezed his hand.
“If you need help with anything,” he looked Joshua and Leo in the eye. “Anything, ask.”
Then he let go before their mother noticed the exchange. He hoped they’d take him up on his offer. Most in those kind of situations didn’t.
He watched them out, but stood on the threshold instead of closing the door. The Fall sun was growing golden red in preparation to set. It’s color lit the pitiful scene like a painting. They were gathered around a car, getting in whether they wanted to or not.
Then suddenly- what in the world?
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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