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001. every story is a song // open post.
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March 2040 | It's Hard Being The Good One
There's a part of him that feels bad that he'd run off to call Miss Rebecca after Maggie dragged Alan off by the arm, but after he'd seen the bite mark on the other boy's arm, he knew he was right for following his gut.
It's been a tough couple of weeks at home. Worse, somehow, with their mother off on an engagement and though the Dovetailor ( Aunt Sawyer, he reminds himself ) has reassured them that she'll be home soon -- he's not entirely sure that Maggie will last long enough.
It's hard, he knows, living with their uncles. It's not even that they're terrible people, because the Montelibanos aren't, not in the least. Their Tito Chris takes them places, their Tito Tim is a pretty awesome resource since he teaches at their school, and it's hard not to see how much Tito Seb and Tita Giselle enjoy dropping in, since their own kids are more or less grown. It's just that dinner is always so terribly awkward -- at least when their Tito Nathaniel drops in, which, if their Tito Virgil's comment is to be taken into consideration, a lot more than is normal for the Watcher. And while Tito Carlo mediates well enough as the quiet though stern-faced patriarch, in tandem with their doting Nana Rielle... it's just hard.
These people are relative strangers. Family, yes, blood of their blood, true. But strangers in a way that Alistair Mordechai is not.
( Mom had never told stories about them. Not even Tito Chris who was a fox like her; like they could one day be. )
He leans closer to the stands, folds his arms and rests his chin over them, a soft sigh of worry leaving him as he whispers: ]
Please don't eat my sister, Father Clayce.
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And that is the reason why he's coming around, pausing just for a moment to watch Renae Montelibano from a safe distance. He can feel the worry emanating from the boy, and is, of course, amused when he picks up on what he says.]
Don't worry about it. Aidan's a nice dragon.
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Turning around slowly now, and feeling like someone who'd been caught doing something he shouldn't, somewhere he wasn't supposed to be.
Tiny voice now: ] I..Inquisitor Kyriff-Clayce. I-I was just... [ cue awkward motions of the hand. ]
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Worrying over your sister. I know.
[And now he's going to sit right beside you, and turn his gaze to where the only man he has ever loved is doing what he does best: saving another life.]
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And then he's following Rethe's gaze back to where the Voidseeker and his sister are talking. ]
I didn't mean to get her in trouble.
[ Tugging at those sleeves again. ]
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To be honest, I think that you had very little to do with it.
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Watching Aidan and Maggie again, dropping his gaze into the hands that have stilled on his lap. ]
She just misses Mom. I think... she's afraid she won't come back.
[ He's tried to reassure her that it wouldn't be the case. Because he's watched how his mother just... thrives in this place, how the people here are good for her. For them all. ]
And there are too many strange people. [ He's... not entirely sure, after all, how he feels about the Montelibanos. ]
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It's the truth: he does. He remembers, briefly and painfully, what it had first been like for him after Aidan Clayce had become his Source. When he was still far too angelic for his own good.]
Falner can be a little overwhelming, yes. But you are all surrounded by people who care about you, even if they may not be very good at showing it.