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@keilah-h. OOH! Cool! 😉
And you’re fine! See ya tomorrow! 😀
Ezra
“Where do you live? I assume it’s somewhere out in the country….?” Omega asked.
Ezra smiled. “Yeah, out in the country. Whole reason my parents gave me a truck, so I could still get to school because I live too far away. I live out towards the west side of the town. And what do we like to do other than this? Well…we both just like to hang out around town…go to some arcades, Eva likes to go shopping, and we just kinda hang out.” He shrugged. “Guess there isn’t really too much that’s exciting I like to do.” He laughed. “I’m always doing school or farm work, so most days I don’t really have too much free time, honestly.”
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November
“Alright Paxton,” Ara smiled as the door opened, letting the little boy out onto the sidewalk. Her eyes creased slightly in concern as her lips pursed. “Are…are you sure your going to be alright?”
Ara’s mother glanced back at them through the mirror, brow raised in question. Ara gave her a look, letting her know she’d explain later.
Paxton nodded, a small smile still on his face. He…was definitely looking much brighter then when they’d first met him. More like the youth he was.
Ara nodded, waving goodbye. November smiled, waving also. “Bye, Paxton.”
The door closed, leaving only the twosome in the backseat of Mrs. Cable’s car. November played with a loose curl, staring out his window as she drove on.
“Well…what did you think?” Ara asked, leaning forward slightly. He looked at her, a small frown on his face.
“I…Ah…” He blinked.
What did he think?
It had been…pretty fun, hanging out for the first part. Eating, playing games…
But then the story…and the talking…
The pain everyone shared…
And November had a feeling more was to come…
He shrugged, scratching his neck. “I…I don’t know…it…it was nice. Ah..good I mean. For…” He flushed, trying to find the words. He leaned his head back against the headrest, sighing. Ara’s brows furrowed, lips pulling into a thin frown as she shifted to face him.
“It was good for everyone else it seemed…but…I just don’t…get it I guess? I mean! I get it! I don’t get…why I’m there…”
Ara nodded. “I…I understand,” She gave a small smile, though November could see the sadness in her eyes. He swallowed, his heart squeezing in his chest.
He hated making her sad….
Hated disappointing her…
Disappointing anyone…though…that seemed to be the only thing he ever did…
Ara laid her hand over his, giving it a squeeze. “November, you don’t have to go to another meeting. Don’t feel as though you do.”
November looked away, stomach churning.
He felt so…
Conflicted.
The story Winton had told…
It had been so full of pain…hurt…
Abuse.
And so had Lyn’s…
And Riker’s…
Yet…
Something about them had…resonated with him…
But…he didn’t know why.
After all…he wasn’t abused…
“I…I don’t know…I just…” He looked out the window again as the car passed a few shops, allowing November’s mind to wander.
Suddenly, he gasped, bolting upright. Ara’s eyes widened. She squeezed his hand.
Mrs. Fabel looked into her rear view mirror. “Everything alright?”
“My dad…I-I forgot to tell him…” November whispered, heart beating rapidly in his chest. He Slipped his hand out of Ara’s, fumbling with his phone in his pocket. “I-I forgot to text him about the meeting! About where I was going!” November palmed his face. “He’s gonna be so mad…”
Ara looked at him anxiously. “Are you…okay?”
November leaned back with a sigh. He gave a forced smile. “Y-Yea…I’ll be okay…”
“I’m…I’m sure it’ll be okay…” Ara whispered.
November gave a small, anxious chuckle. “Yea. Yea….”
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#ProtectSebOh ma baby November 😭
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#ProtectSebOH AND @lightoverdarkness6 @keilah-h cuz y’all were so excited about the Dietrich and Paxton comfort scene 😊
Thank you so much for remembering to tag me 😊!!
“I-I f…for…forg-g-g-give y…y…you.”
OMG THAT IS JUST PRECIOUS!!! UGHHH 😭❤️😭💔❤️!! I LUV PAXTON!!!!
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AHHHH!!! I KNOWWWWWW!!!! I LOVE HIM NOW!!!! <3333
YES!!!
Oh, yes, I love the Paxton/Dietrich dynamic now. I wonder…you think maybe Paxton gets bullied by Aramis or Adolphus or Edrich and Dietrich could maybe help him out?? I mean, that’s just a thought. Y’all totally don’t have to do that 😉.
Wolfgang glanced from Dietrich to Paxton, and back to Dietrich again, before rushing over. “If Paxton will and can forgive you, then so do I!”
And he threw his arms around Dietrich and hugged him tight.
Awww Wolfgang!!!! So SWEET ❤️😭!!
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@lightoverdarkness6 I think u meant Soren (Edrich is one of the ahh villain brothers of Paxton) but yes they’d probably try to help him, and I’m sure Dietrich probably would.
Soren is more of a background help. He’s unable to help Paxton much because he’s in a bit of a similar situation to Dietrich, due to his family.
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I actually don’t know if it is dark. Please correct me if I’m wrong 😅
In reply: It’s dark red. I think you’re fine.
Jasmine
“I’m Everton,” he said, flashing a smile and running a hand through his hair.
“Jasmine. Listen I’m gonna be late and I can see you’re in a hurry too. I just had to drop some things in my locker. See ya tomorrow!” Jasmine ran off to see her dad while Everton just stood there staring for a second.
“Well, good going Romeo.” Amidala snorted.
Everton starstruck replied, “I think I’ll ask her out.”
Sorry if I don’t get their personalities right. I’m working with what I’ve got currently, lol. I can always change dialogue. 😉
Yeah, Soren. I get names mixed up easily 🤦🏻♀️😅. Okay! Yeah I read the RP when Aramis had locked Paxton in that closet, and Soren wanted to help him, but he couldn’t really do much, and I understand their situation. 😊
But jeez, poor, precious, Paxton!! Aramis makes my blood boil 😡😤.
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@lightoverdarkness6 yup understandable! I’m glad u like my characters! (Except the bad guys of course 😂) and yesss Paxton is my precious angel and November is my sweet cinnamon roll of a boy. I love them.
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@godlyfantasy12. @koshka. @elishavet-pidyon. Gotta do a few other charries after the meeting! 😉
Ryan
“See? That wasn’t soo bad, was it?”
Adriene shrugged. “Guess not. But I’m not ever going to share anything.”
“You are so stubborn.” Kursk noted with a grin. “Ahh, I suppose it is time for me to get home now. Ze family v’ill probably be v’orried about me.”
Ryan nodded.
Kursk lived with a foster family…all because of what had happened.
What happened was the reason Kursk was coming to the club.
“Alright, see ya.” Adriene said, waving, and Ryan did the same.
Kursk ran off, and Ryan turned to Adriene. “Hey, do you want me to walk you home?”
“Are you going to be my sworn protector today?”
Ryan grinned and gave a playful bow. “‘Tis my job, dear Queen.”
Adriene laughed. “Your British accent is horrid.”
Julius
The meeting had been…fun.
Really…it had been…fun.
Julius was thinking about it.
And he wanted to go back.
As soon as possible.
“Julius, hey, you good?” Alec suddenly asked, and only then did Julius realize how quiet he’d been.
“What? Oh…uhm…y-yeah…I-I’m good.”
A car suddenly drove up, and Joshua waved with his good hand. “Hey, Uncle Himmler!”
Himmler parked the car and stepped out with a smile, but it quickly faded. “Where are your other brothers, Joshua, Jakob…?”
“They had to go back to the school. One of Reuben’s new friends got hurt. We think she’s okay…”
Himmler slowly nodded. “I hope she is…well, are all of you ready to go home?”
Julius froze.
Home?
Oh no…no…no…no…no!
He hadn’t told his Dad…too afraid of what his Dad would do and say…oh, he was going to regret it.
Himmler’s gaze suddenly fell on him, and concern filled his blue eyes. “Julius? You don’t want to go home…do you?”
Julius shook his head.
No.
He didn’t want to go home.
But he had to.
But he was almost completely paralyzed with fear.
Himmler smiled softly. “It’s okay…you don’t have to…not tonight at least. What do you say to all of you coming and staying the night at my house tonight?”
Alec’s eyes widened. “But Uncle Himmler-”
“If any of your fathers or mothers find out and say anything, I’ll deal with them myself. It’s only for one night.”
Joshua’s gaze fell. “You don’t have to do that, Himmler…”
Himmler smiled softly. “But I want to. Besides, I haven’t had all of you over in a long time. And we’ll get your brothers, too, as soon as they’re done with Reuben’s friend. And Julius can come and stay the night too.”
Julius’ eyes widened. “R-really…?”
“Of course. So, what do all of you say?”
Angelina
Angelina took a bite of her chicken sandwich, savoring the taste.
They didn’t eat out too much, but today seemed to be very special, for various reasons.
Of course, it wasn’t as good as her Mama’s cooking though.
Nothing was!
“Did you two have fun at the meeting?” Jennie asked softly.
Angelina nodded energetically. “Sure did! We had a lot of fun, right, Riker!?”
Riker nodded and smiled. “Yeah, we did.”
Jennie smiled and nodded. “I’m glad. It’s always good to make new friends.”
“Is that who I think it is!?”
Angelina looked up, jumped to her feet, squealed, and ran over to the young man in a Military uniform. “Walt! It’s been forever!”
Walt laughed and hugged her tight, slightly picking her up off her feet. “Hey, Angelina! Of course, it’s been forever! I’ve been fighting my tail off!”
Angelina laughed as he slightly twirled her around before setting her back down.
He waved at Riker and Jennie. “Hey, Aunt Jennie!” He whistled. “Wowie, Riker. How much could you possibly grow in two years? You’re almost as tall as me! How could my younger cousin be as tall as me already!?”
Riker laughed and stood, giving Walt a side hug, wrapping his arm around his older cousin’s shoulder. “I grew more than you’ll ever know. But I won’t reveal my secret.”
Walt laughed. “Of course not. You want to be taller than me.”
Riker laughed again and nodded. “You got that right.”
Jennie stood. “Walt, come sit down. I’ll go order you something. What would you like?”
“Don’t do that, Aunt Jennie. I’ll get my own.”
“You’re home for now, and I’m going to pay for your dinner. What do you want?”
Walt laughed and quickly told her, and Jennie nodded and walked off. “I’ll be right back!”
Walt slowly shook his head, sitting down in between Riker and Angelina. “She can be stubborn, can’t she?”
Angelina nodded. “It’s only because she loves you.”
Walt grinned at her. “I know. Hey, so, Angelina, how do you like high school?”
“I LOVE IT!”
Walt laughed and turned to Riker. “And you? Still hate it?”
Riker shrugged and smiled faintly. “…Pretty much.”
“Still working on music?”
“Yeah. I actually have a finished song, but you two can’t tell anyone.”
Angelina and Walt both nodded. “We won’t.”
Riker nodded and smiled. “I finally finished a song. It’s for Mama…for her birthday, which is in two weeks.”
“That’s so cool, Riker! I’m going to write her a short story!” Angelina cried.
“Yeah, that’s amazing. I’m sure she’ll love it.” Walt said softly.
Almost on cue, Jennie was back with another platter of food. “Alright, Walt, here’s your dinner.”
“Thank you, Aunt Jennie. And now, we must dig in! No more army food today!”
@freedomwriter76 Yaay for Himmler!!! Ah I luv him! @koshka @elishavet-pidyon
Well….now it’s time for Paxton to arrive home…
Paxton
Paxton fiddled nervously with his collar as the large oak doors swung open, held by one of his mother’s many servants. He gave a small nod to the person, along with a small smile, but, as usual, they paid him no mind at all, their wings looming over him as he entered the massive home.
He peered around the pristine foyer, and then the living room, searching for any sight of his family. Seeing none, he cautiously stepped towards the staircase, quickly making his way up toward his bedroom.
“Well, well. And where have you been?”
Paxton jumped, gripping the banister.
Aramis stood at the top of the staircase, in the hall, leaning against Paxton’s bedroom door, blocking him from entering. Paxton frowned, stepping off the last step.
Aramis crossed his arms, brown raised in question. “Mother said you’d gone off to join some…little club.” He chuckled. “Cute.”
Paxton nodded slowly.
He’d…had to tell his mother. Or, well, show her the flyers anyway…
Even Paxton wasn’t stupid enough to leave without asking her permission.
And…she hadn’t been worried anyway.
After all…she…she knew she had him under a tight leash.
Knew he wouldn’t…wouldn’t do anything to risk getting into trouble. Not if he could help it.
But…he’d been sincerely hoping she wouldn’t tell his brothers. Though, he shouldn’t have been surprised.
“How’d it go? You all sit in a circle singing kumbaya, or what?” Aramis rolled his eyes, laughing. “Ah. Anyway, Mother had a meeting, she’ll be home later.” Aramis walked toward him, making the boy shrink involuntarily. “Hey, you’re being driven by that brunette, aren’t ya? What’s her name…Arabell or something. Yea…” Aramis smirked, pinching his brother’s cheek. Hard.
“Maybe I’ll join you for one of those meetings one day, huh?” He winked, tugging Paxton’s cheek, making him squeak. He let him go, walking away. Paxton rubbed his cheek, glaring at his brother as he walked away.
Ara’s face flashed in front of his mind. The warmth she’d made him feel…
Her kindness…
Her words…
“I’m proud of you, Paxton…”
Paxton looked down at his feet. Aramis might could hurt him…
But he wouldn’t let him hurt Arabella…
Hey, so when y’all are ready to start day three (where Esther and Serafini are) I’m gonna make a morning/breakfast RP with Lyn and Grimm’s home life)
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@godlyfantasy12. I’m ready, but some of my charries are with Hope and others are with Hunter and Omega. XD So…guess I can’t move on yet…even tho I want to. xD
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All righty! This will finish out the day for my characters.
Winton
Most everyone had left, and Liora and Viktor were helping him put the place back in office format when the door opened and a tall man in combat uniform stepped in.
Winton smiled. “Good afternoon, Pastor.”
Sargent Cabal shook his hand. “Good afternoon, brother. I’ve come to steal your helpers away, if I may.”
“I guess I’ll let you.” Winton chuckled.
Liora laughed and picked up her backpack. “See you Thursday, Brother Winton.”
“Bye.” Viktor shouldered his backpack too and together they left. Winton closed the door behind them with a sigh. Those were some good kids.
Viktor
“Well, how did the meeting go?”
“Wonderful!” Liora beamed up at her father. “There were a few interruptions, but I think it really helped some of them.”
Viktor squirmed on his seat. He hadn’t expected the meeting to be like… That. His mind was heavy, heavy as his heart. He closed his eyes.
He hadn’t experienced their pain, but he had seen it before. He’d never been abused, and considering the system he was raised in, he knew enough to be grateful for that.
Now he had an Uncle and a brother, and that was as good as anything, right? His sisters were safe and they were all together. Not split between families like the case worker said they’d be.
But everything he’d gained weighed heavy on his heart too.
He slipped his hand into his pocket and felt a small, leather case. Inside, there lay a gift from his uncle, a six pointed star with a sheaf of wheat engraved on its front. If only he could remember the man who had worn it, the man who had given him his eyes and countenance. All that he had now were the faint whisperings of prayers and a scorched peice of silver. Not even the picture his uncle had shown him of a dark headed man in a strange uniform had stirred his memory beyond that.
‘Appa, Appa, what would you think of me?’
Hot tears slid from under his lids and he leaned his head against the window.
“Viktor?” Liora’s gentle voice broke suddenly in on his thoughts. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Just…” he scrubbed at his eyes. “Tired.”
“Thank you for going with me.”
“You’re welcome.”
Reúven
His uniform had dirt on its knees, and he was fairly certain he was developing a bruise on his shoulder. But, even as he switched on his left hand blinker with fingers aching from a shovel handle, he was glad. Glad today had been so active. He’d needed to do something.
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We can hurry this a bit. =)
Amarrin
He held open the door as Ruben helped Hope into the back seat. It was a bit high.
The older boy, who he’d heard called Leo, ran a hand down the side of the…car. “Is this a…”
Almarrin smiled and climbed into the front. “Hold on, this isn’t a smooth ride.
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It had been a few years since he’d been in a civilian hospital. He glanced around the ER waiting room. Not too many people thankfully, so Hope had gotten a doctor almost immediately. A doctor who seemed to know Reuben and Leo. Almarrin leaned against the wall, his eyes falling back to the floor.
Since he’d seen Hope like that on the floor, his mind had been in emergency response mode. Now as he began to replax a little, he couldn’t help the flood of memories. She’d been so small, so hurt, like all the nightmarish pictures that still came to mind.
Nana smiled down at him, her beautiful red hair falling in thick curls to the floor. He snuggled a little closer to her, his head just high enough to rest against her shoulder, staring up at his mother’s eyes, green as sea glass and leaves.
“Do you want to hold her?”
He nodded. He’d wanted to hold the baby for months, and it had almost a whole day since she was born.
“Hold out your arms like this- a little farther apart.” The soft bundle was laid in his lap. “There you go.”
The baby moved slightly, one of her small dark eyes opening. Her face scrunched in a tiny yawn, one fist coming close to her mouth.
“Why’s she all red?”
Nana’s laughter filled the room like music. She smoothed a hand through his hair. “That’s just the newness.”
“But I thought babies were pretty.”
Across the room Ada sputtered and choked on his tea. His dark hair shone black in the firelight, sea grey eyes dancing with ill-smothered mirth. Nana smiled. “Don’t drown yourself.”
Ada left his seat and came over to lean over Nana and look at the baby. “Now Almarrin you must remember, she is your little sister. You’ll watch over her, protect her.”
The lad nodded solemnly, although he didn’t think he knew what all that meant, and looked down at the tiny bundle. She had fallen back to sleep, the red down on her head all fuzzy looking. He smiled.
Almarrin sighed and looked around the ER again. That had been years ago–fifteen to be exact. They’d had a few months with Limmel, a few short months.
Then she’d been stolen away. And he was still looking.
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Fork the Gork@koshka 😭 THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL WITH ALMARRIN REMEMBERING HIS SISTER!! AND THE WAY U WROTE THAT SCENE DESCRIBING HOW HE SAW HER!!! AND THE NANA AND EVERYTHING UGH!!!
@elishavet-pidyon Aramis really is a slug!!! And ur charries are so sweet! Ugh Viktor 😭Paxton doesn’t know his daddy either…
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