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Posted on May 19, 2014 at 02:07:01 AM by flynn
Flynn had never had a secret before either, at least, not one so dark as the one he now carried. That was a strange feeling too, and he would be reminded of it at the strangest moments. He tried not to think of Castiel and what he would have said, and he wondered sometimes, when he lingered on the edge of sleep if perhaps he understood Henry a little better now. “He’d have been a surprise I suppose,” the man grinned, his blue eyes fixing themselves on Birch’s face, “had you met many familiars before he showed up?” He knew that his mother had been astonished when a racoon had suddenly appeared and started talking to her. “Are you settling in? And Torram?” Flynn had been born and raised in Shaman, but sometimes even he was taken aback by some of its stranger aspects. He could not imagine what it must be like if you came from somewhere else where magic was less common. He listened to Birch talk with interest. He worried about his brothers. They had not given him any reason to be concerned, in fact, sometimes he thought they had dealt with their father’s death better than he had. He was still very aware however that he was now the closest thing to a parent they had, and they deserved better. They deserved Castiel. The same old anger began to stir in his stomach, awoken from its uneasy slumber, but he pushed it back, hiding it behind a smiling face. Flynn remembered when he had been their age, and all he had wanted to be was a poet and storyteller. He had dabbled in philosophy and literature. His life had turned out so differently; he was, after all, primarily a pirate hunter. It was a strange occupation for a man who had always possessed a sensitive poet’s soul. “Borrow away,” he replied with a nod, giving up and taking out another couple of cakes, one each for the dog and otter and handing them over. “It will do them good to get out of the castle. I think they struggle to find people their own age to play with. They were not meant to live at court. We were never that kind of person, we were just...us.” A sigh followed as he dusted the icing sugar from his hands and onto the floor. “Do they seem okay to you, the twins? So often these days I have no idea what to say to them.” |
Replies:
- oh my mama, now I've got to go - By BIRCH May 21, 2014 at 11:04:12 PM
- its one door swinging open - By flynn June 13, 2014 at 08:13:51 PM
- needs a new tag toooo... - By BIRCH June 14, 2014 at 01:11:24 AM
- and one door swinging closed - By flynn June 15, 2014 at 01:58:28 AM
- merr - By BIRCH June 20, 2014 at 11:40:20 PM
- and one door swinging closed - By flynn June 15, 2014 at 01:58:28 AM
- needs a new tag toooo... - By BIRCH June 14, 2014 at 01:11:24 AM
- its one door swinging open - By flynn June 13, 2014 at 08:13:51 PM
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