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and one door swinging closed
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Posted on June 15, 2014 at 01:58:28 AM by flynn

�Mallos,� Flynn laughed, shaking his head, �it�s funny, when I was little Mallos was the big bad, the bogie man. He was the thing your parents told you would get you if you were naughty, and the kids in the village used to play Mallos� footsteps.� Shaman kept surprising people that was for certain; there was always something. �And now he wanders around the castle chatting up maids and having arguments with the king which end up with half the horses in the stable block turned into camels.� Flynn had to pinch himself sometimes. He had been born in the early onset of war, when women carrying Mallos� children had first started appearing looking for help and assistance. He remembered a woman sitting in his parents� kitchen, her stomach large with child and tears rolling down her face. Flynn had been young to remember anything else, and he had never seen her again, but he could recall the heavy atmosphere in the room. The Long Darkness, that was what Castiel had called those times in the history book he had been writing.

It was not that life on Shaman was safer now, there were still threats, they just had different faces. Perhaps it was because of the path his life had taken and because of his most recent bereavement, but Flynn found the idea of the Long Darkness far scarier than the monster lurking beyond the dome. He couldn�t imagine what it would be like, worrying yourself sick whenever your mother or sister left the house to fetch water from the well. He would have done everything he could to keep Renn safe if it happened again...and he had proven already how far he was willing to go to avenge any hurt done to his family. It still scared him. When he had seen the prisoners face laughing in the cell he had felt like a different person, darker and colder, but it had been him. Flynn couldn�t forget that it had been him.

�I don�t have night shift tomorrow evening,� Flynn revealed with a little forced cheeriness, �bring him around then. It�ll be a bit of a full house with all of us, an otter, a husky, two tigers and a toucan.� He looked thoughtful, the corner of his mouth perking upwards, �its fine, we�ll make the twins sit on the floor.� They�d complain, he knew they would, but that was part of the fun of being a big brother, wasn�t it? The idea made him laugh.

As the conversation took a more sombre tone, Flynn�s expression grew grave, his mouth forming a serious line. �I suppose,� he replied, nodding in gratitude and agreement to Birch�s kindness, �I just know what I have to live up to. My Dad...well...he was a wonderful man. I wish you could have met him. He�d have liked you.� Flynn could not remember Castiel ever saying a bad word about anyone (other than Gwythr of course) but he was convinced that he would have approved of Birch. �I would appreciate that,� Flynn replied gratefully to Birch�s offer, smiling again at her joke, �for my sister if nothing else. Sometimes the worry makes her sick; he was...is her twin, you know?�

_{photography by LexnGer and jcurtis4082 at flickr.com}
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merr - By BIRCH June 20, 2014 at 11:40:20 PM

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