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@freedomwriter76 @esther-c this is a long one XD
Arabella & Grimm (Content warning for panic attacks and helping Paxton get thru it)
Ara had watched the whole ordeal, tears streaming down her face, her eyes unwavering from Paxton’s small, crumpled form. As soon as Aramis and Edrich had walked away, she left her spot by Ami, reaching the group of boys. She gently pushed lashed Joshua, still staring at the young child who had shut himself off from the world.
“Oh…Oh, Pax…” Her voice cracked, skirt swaying as she slowly approached. She kept her distance, afraid to spook the child.
She searched the crowd, some of which were still staring, concerned. Others, used to the chaos and drama, had turned back to their own, though now quieter, conversations.
(I’m gonna say Nyx and GRIMm are here. We should introduce them to Erich properly cuz I don’t think they’ve ever met him)
“Grimm? Does anyone see Grimm?”
They began to look around, until Joshua began waving. “Over there!”
The dark haired boy emerged, pushing his way through, Nyx following behind, holding a half eaten apple in his hand. His tails swished anxiously and his ears twitched at the sight of Paxton. He stepped back, wrapping his arms around himself and looking away.
Ara stepped up to Grimm, eyes wide. “Grimm…I don’t know what to do…I-I think he’s having an…an attack of some sort…can you-?”
Grimm’s eyes softened, his eyes gazing at the little boy as he approached, with a gentleness some didn’t know the stoic boy had.
He knelt down, not touching him, and keeping his voice soft, but firm enough to get Paxton’s attention.
“Paxton, I know it’s scary right now, but you’re safe. You’re not in any danger. No one is going to hurt you.”
This seemed to make the boy become a bit more aware, though he stayed curled up, his breaths so shallow, Ara worried he’d pass out soon.
“Focus on me, alright? Deep breaths, just like me.” Grimm gave an example for a few seconds, trying to coax the boy to follow along.
The group around watched silently, eyes betraying their concern.
The exercise seemed to help him a bit, his head raising some, blue eyes showing over his arms, but his entire body still shook.
“May I pick you up?” Grimm whispered. Paxton didn’t respond, but his eyes looked at Grimm’s letting him know he’d heard him. It was the only reply he needed.
As carefully as he could, like he was picking up glass, he lifted Paxton into his arms. The boy remained folded in half, barely moving as Grimm stood.
“We need to move him somewhere quieter.” He spoke, taking quick but steady steps away from the group and out of the dining hall.
He didn’t wait to see if anyone was following him, but instead focused on the boy in his arms.
Once reaching a spot he deemed quiet enough, he kneeled back down, setting the boy beside him.
He had more color now, but was still shaking like a reed blown in the wind, and was hiccuping like crazy; tears pouring from his eyes. The rapid breathing started again as soon as Grimm set him down.
It made the older boy’s heart tear, and for a minute he felt his own eyes wet. But he didn’t have time for that. He had to be strong.
“Paxton, I know you don’t like to speak, but you’re safe here.”
He wasn’t sure if anyone had followed him out, but they probably had. Not that it mattered, what mattered was Paxton.
“I want you to name five things you can see, okay?”
Paxton didn’t say anything, instead shaking his head violently, fat tears falling from his eyes.
“You’re safe…you can speak here. Five things you can see, Paxton. What do you see?”
The boy gasped, the shallow breathing no doubt now causing a bit of pain to his chest. His lips quivered as he shook.
“Y….” He started. “Y…Yo…you.” The boy’s voice was dry, cracked. Like he hadn’t used it in years. And it took a lot for him to form his words. To spit out even the first letter seemed to take a lot out of the lad.
But to Grimm…it was one of the most beautiful sounds.
The older boy couldn’t help but smile.
“That’s it…go on.”
Paxton’s eyes scanned the room. “W…W…W-Olfie…”
Wolfie…Wolfgang?
So the other had come along.
“V-Vest…” Grimm looked in the direction Pax was, looking at the vest Arabella was wearing. She had tears in her eyes, but…these seemed different then the ones from before.
“L…l…lock-ers. Bo-ots…” The boy’s gaze returned to Grimm, looking down. “L….ock…l…ock…et.”
Grimm swallowed.
Locket.
He forced a nod. “Good…good job…” He sucked in a shaky breath. “Ah…alright…a few more exercises, alright?”
(not gonna write them all cuz it’s long enough XD)
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November
November listened with wide eyes, completely entranced. The song ended, and November’s daydreams faded.
“That was…beautiful Riker.” Leo breathed.
November had to agree.
Were all mothers like that? Did they all produce those same…feelings? Those feelings of joy, love, warmth.
Acceptance…
Had his mother been like that?
And…if so…
Why had she left him?
Had…
Had he really been such a disappointment of a son?
He swallowed the sudden knot in his throat, tugging harder at his curls.
“Hey, November, you alright?” Riker asked.
“Oh, ah…I’m alright…song was really pretty, Riker,” he smiled, just as a knock sounded on the door, making all the boys jump a bit.
(so…I thought…maybe the other two boys could meet Riven now? 😏 this’ll be interesting)
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Y’all did a great job! I loved reading those RPs!! I’ll get to writing mine later today. Probably this afternoon.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
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Sorry I didn’t get to introduce Tirion or Riya yesterday. Had a surprise work day. XD So I’ll introduce my two carries and RP later if that’s okay.
Riya:
Age: she’s 18 in my WIP but for this RP she’ll be 16.
She has red hair that she usually wears in a braid, light brown eyes, not as many freckles as her reference pic, but she does have them XD, and pale skin.
Usually wears an unbuttoned black, white, and gray striped plaid shirt, a dark turquoise t-shirt underneath, light blue jeans, and white sneakers.
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
Tirion:
Age: 19 at time of WIP but 17 for this RP
He has slightly wavy dirty blond hair, blue, almost gray eyes, and light skin.
Wears an army green sweatshirt with light blue jeans and black combat boots.
Enjoys working with his hands, writing, drawing, and having a good conversation with someone.
What do Crosshair & Tech look like?
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
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Alrighty, here it is!
Ami
With a furrowed brow, Ami watched a dark-haired guy carry the younger boy away from the crowd and out of the dining hall.
“You think he’ll be okay?” Ami asked Ara quietly.
Ara sighed, her gaze fixed in the direction the older boy had walked. “I hope so.” With determined strides, she followed after them.
Ev ran up to Ami’s side. “What’s going on?” He asked, his eyes searching the dissipating crowd.
“You missed it,” Ami said. “Let’s just say that it had to do with Aramis… and Lukas and his friends.”
Ev’s eyes grew wide. He rushed over to Lukas and started questioning him. Ami joined them. “Lukas, what’s your friend’s name?”
“His name is Paxton. I’m really worried for him. Should we go see him?”
Ami bit her lip and watched as Ara turned the corner. “I’m not sure…”
Lukas swallowed and stood up. “You don’t have to, but I am. It was my fault in the first place.”
“Lukas, don’t,” Ev said firmly.
Lukas met his eyes. “Ev, he’s my friend.” And with that he turned and hurried off to find Paxton.
Ev started running after him, but Ami put a hand in front of him. “It’s okay. Let him go. You’d do the same thing if you were him.”
Ev reluctantly complied. He sat in a nearby chair and ran a hand through his hair.
“Hey, is everything okay?” Tony asked, jogging up to Ev with Arthur on his heels.
“For now,” Ev muttered in reply. “There was another problem with Aramis and what looked like his brother.”
Both Tony and Arthur groaned, understanding completely.
At this point, Eva, Clint, Bruce, and Sam had joined their small cluster of people.
“Is everyone okay?” Sam asked with a worried look.
Ami nodded and offered a soft smile. “Everyone’s okay for now.” Her gaze drifted towards the exit where the dark-haired boy and Paxton had left. “Well, as far as I know,” she added quietly.
She sighed deeply and forced a smile. “So, anyone still want to go to the gardens with me?”
Lukas
Lukas ran out of the dining hall, weaving his way through the many students. He finally exited and found Paxton, Wolfgang, a young woman, and a young man in a quiet corner of the hall.
Lukas slowly approached. He saw that Paxton was calming down now. He crouched down at his level, hazel eyes meeting blue. “I’m sorry, Paxton,” he said. “It… it was my fault. He had no right to get mad at you.” Tears welled up in his eyes and he looked down.
I’m not sure how Pax would reply, so you can go ahead and continue that, Godly.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
@eudoia-vision btw! College age kids are fine 😊 the academy goes from high school to college age.
And there are a few younger students as well.
@esther-c imma let @freedomwriter76 RP before I respond 😊#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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Tirion & Riya
“Tiri, come on!” Riya anxiously motioned for her friend to speed up. “We’re late and I don’t want to keep our new roommates waiting.”
Tirion nodded, hoisted his heavy duffel bag onto his shoulder, and jogged up to Riya’s side.
“Did you hear anything about who your roommates are?” He asked. Riya shook her head. “Nothing.” She looked anxiously at the wave of students rushing from room to room, getting settled, and chatting with new friends.
“I hope they like me” She whispered. Tirion was about to reassure his best friend when an important-looking woman holding a clipboard rushed up.
“Are you Riya?” The tall woman asked.
“Um, yes.” Riya replied, shooting Tirion a nervous glance, wondering what could be wrong. The woman noticed her worry and chuckled.
“Don’t worry, dear, I’m here to escort you to your room, that’s all” Riya sighed in relief and smiled. The women motioned towards a door and looked at Tirion. “Your room is right through that door. Turn left once you walk through. Your two roommates are expecting you.” Tirion nodded, shot Riya a reassuring smile, then walked through the open door and turned left. This must be it. He thought as he stared at the closed door in front of him. He took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. He timidly turned the doorknob and stepped into the room.
“Hello.” Came the nervous welcome. “What’s your name?” Tirion looked up at the two boys, or, er, dragon boys looking back at him. Holding back his initial shock, he smiled at the speaker.
“I’m Tirion.” He said. The other boy standing next to the one that said ‘hello’ smiled and stuck his claw out to shake Tirion’s hand.
“Crosshair. And this is my brother Tech.” Crosshair nodded toward his brother. Tirion smiled at the brothers.
“It’s nice to meet you both.” He set down his duffel bag and glanced at the two sets of bunk beds.
“We haven’t chosen our beds yet, so you can have first pick.” Tech said. Tirion nodded and tossed his bag onto a lower bunk.
“So, how old are you both? Is this your first time at a school like this?”
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
Oh okay! I might just keep them younger though for fun. XD
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
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i’m here!!!!!!!!
there’s probably a lot of overbearing parents that could possibly be visiting right now…and I kinda want Leo/Riker to meet Riven anyhow XD
Clint
Clint turned to Amidala. “Me, Sam, and Bruce can come with you to the gardens if you’d like…” he bit his lip and let out a deep breath, “maybe it will get our minds off of all of…this.”
Wolfgang
Wolfgang watched as Grimm led Paxton through exercises…trying to help him…trying to get him better.
But could Paxton be better?
Had his brothers hurt him too much?
He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to face Joshua. Joshua gave him a small, soft smile. “Hey…maybe we should go…give them some space.”
Wolfgang pulled away. “I don’t wanna leave…”
“Wolfie, come on…don’t be this way.” Reuben urged, soothed, but Wolfgang turned his back to both of his brothers.
“I don’t wanna leave yet. Paxton might need me.”
“Wolf, he has his other friends…we need to give them some time and space. Paxton will be fine, you’ll see.” Jakob said with a small grin, trying to reassure him.
But it wouldn’t work today.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Wolfgang muttered, facing his brothers again and crossing his arms.
Joshua let out a deep breath. “Wolf, come on…”
“NO, I’m not going anywhere.” Wolfgang retorted.
They could try to make him…but he wasn’t going anywhere!!!!
Riker
The door opened and a tall, dark haired man stepped in…like Franz. Too much like Franz.
Riker’s body instinctively tensed.
“November.” The man said, his gaze falling on November.
November’s face paled a little. “Uhm…hi Dad.”
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Paxton
Paxton sucked in a deep, long breath, his nerves easing. He clenched his fists and then slowly released them, feeling almost like his mind was coming back into his body.
Grimm was still in front of him, gently coaxing him to breathe. The exercises had helped immensely, grounding him in the present.
And he felt…
Felt safe…
Secure…
At least enough for the pins and needles feeling in his skin to fade.
He released another breath, and found himself leaning to the side, into Grimm’s gentle touch.
The young man’s hands were warm. Soft. Firm but gentle.
Paxton couldn’t help the contented noise that escaped as he curled into the older boy, eyelids drooping a bit.
He glanced up, hearing noise.
He gave a small smile, spotting Ara, who slowly knelt beside him. She held out a single finger, touching his hair. He shuddered, but not in a fearful way. More…exhilarated by the touch then anything.
He looked at the others around, Joshua, Jakob, Wolfgang, Reuben, and Lukas.
His brows furrowed. Wolfie looked…sad. Upset.
Scared.
He let out a small, tired groan, feeling himself drift to sleep.
Without even realizing, words formed on his lips. “W…Wol-fie…‘ts ok-kay.” He gently closed his eyes, wanting nothing more then to fall asleep.
Ara watched him, leaning in and whispering. “You have such a beautiful voice…little bird.”
And Paxton couldn’t help but smile.
November
November leapt to his feet, paling considerably as his father entered the room. His stomach turned as his mind raced.
Not yet! He wasn’t ready!
“Uhm…hi Dad.” He tried to swallow the knot forming in his throat, but found it difficult. “I-I wasn’t expecting you until later…” His father raised a brow. “N-Not that you showing up is a bad thing! I-I just meant…I…well…ah…n-nevermind….” He fumbled, his hand reaching to the back of his head.
“I have a meeting later this evening with the board members. I thought I’d drop in early, see how everything is going.” His father replied. He turned to gaze at Riker and Leo. “You must be my son’s dorm mates.” He extended a hand, posture perfect as ever, matching his always pristine appearance. He gave a small smile.
“Riven Elrond. I hope my son hasn’t been any trouble.”
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Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@euodia-vision I was going to tell you what they looked like and then deleted it….but it wasn’t KP eating it again, it was me closing the page before I sent it.
I’ll just repost what I’ve put before.
All righty! This fan art was the closest I found to what I’m imagining they look like.
Crosshair is second from the left–the one with the silver hair–and Tech’s to the right of him, he’s the one with the large glasses. Since this wasn’t my art, I can’t show you the wings/tail colors, so I’ll just go ahead and say Crosshair’s scales are silver with barely noticeable grayish flecks, and Tech’s scales are a slate-blue sort of color, with white on the underside of his tail and in between the “fingers” that make up with wings (i.e. on the wing membranes)
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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