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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Feb 28, 2019 16:52:05 GMT
 When the world's against me is when I really come alive It was late, but Julian paced the floor of the tiny apartment, one hand rubbing across his eyes repeatedly, wiping away tears that he had no control over. This morning he had woken up to authorities banging on his door. He had been told very matter-of-fact that the mother of his child had been caught up in a bar duel the night before, and declared dead in the early hours of the morning. Scarlett had been working at the the dive that he had told her she was too good for, and had gotten caught in the crossfire trying to break up a fight when a bunch of idiots had kicked off. He had sat on his sofa in a state of frozen shock before remembering that he had a son. What would become of Tristan? Where was he? Was he safe? Who was he with? Scarlett didn't see her own family, and the thought of him being dumped on one of her friends made him feel like he might throw up. Officers had assured him that Tristan was safe with officials, and that Julian now had sole custody of the boy, being his parent and all. Jules hadn't really been able to take much in after that point. He wanted to see his boy, he needed to be with his boy. They had taken him to Tristan after explaining a few more things that he hadn't really listened to at all, and he had found his son playing in a bare white room with a few measly toys that had been scrounged from somewhere in a bid to keep him entertained. Tristan had beamed when he saw him and ran into Julian's open arms. Jules had lifted him up, picked up his bag of belongings, and carried him from the room without another word. The whole day had seemed like a blur. Tristan thought Mummy was still working, and as a three year old, he didn't ask much about her apart from telling Jules that Scarlett was selling her pretty pictures so that they could go on holiday to the beach in the summer time. He liked the beach and was excited about it. Julian had bit his lip so hard to try and control his emotions, it had bled. He had gone through the day in a daze, taking Tristan to the shops to buy a few things he would need; a toothbrush, some kids bubble bath and shampoo, the most mundane things he could think of, but they were suddenly shockingly important. He had made a simple tea for them both and choked down his food, trying to act normal in front of his son, and then he had sang him to sleep like he usually did when Tristan visited, only this time Julian had laid in bed with him and held him for a long time after he had fallen asleep, blonde curls splayed across Julian's pillow as he slept peacefully with the face of an angel. It had been then that Julian had fallen apart. Tears had come thick and fast, and the shock of the day took a hold of him and shook up him like nothing more than a chew toy. He had slipped from his bedroom and sank to the floor, head in his hands as he allowed the panic of it all to wash over him. What was he going to do? He lived in a tiny apartment, with a shitty job, and disappeared for two days every month to turn into a wolf and haunt the woods. He let out a sob, half anger, half devastation at what had happened to Scarlett. She was a good mother, she had her whole life ahead of her. This wasn't supposed to happen. Julian's child was not supposed to grow up without a mother. Ariel already carried that burden and more, she didn't have a dad, either. Now his own son would share the same fate, and if it was the last thing he did, Julian would cling to life for the small boy in the other room, and fight tooth and claw to be there with him until he was an old, old man. He just didn't know how he was going to do it. Overwhelmed and shaking, there was only one thing he felt like doing, and it surprised even Julian as he slipped quietly out of his apartment, crossing the hall to the door facing and knocking gently. He had no idea if Dorian would be awake at this hour, he knew he had been packing getting ready to move to a bigger place, but right now, Julian really needed family. He needed his brother. _______________________ tag: Dorian Michael Humbert words: 817 notes: <3 outfit: Classic Jules.[googlefont="Dancing Script"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Mar 1, 2019 3:55:24 GMT
 My promise to you always and forever
There was plenty to do and Dorian, as expected, had it all planned out. He sat in the middle of the lounge, now cluttered with perfectly stacked cardboard boxes, each with a neatly written label for where it would go after the move. The boxes nearest to him were labeled ‘Lounge’ and ‘Kitchen’. There were several more kitchen boxes on the wall behind the dining table and against the back of the couch were several smaller boxes labeled ‘Books’. One box’s appearance let on that it had been opened and reclosed several times, the edges of the box flaps beginning to crease and curl from use. This one was labeled ‘Ariel’ and he had since given up trying to pack up any of his niece’s things. She just kept needing (or wanting) them and her memory was very good now, remembering that one toy she hadn’t played with in over a week only minutes after her uncle had very sneakily packed it away without her seeing. Dorian had decided that Ariel’s things would just get packed on the last day, when she would be spending the day with her grammy Emily and grandad Andre while the Auror and a few helpful mates cleared out the flat. Dorian had assured Caradoc that he would keep his anal-retentive habits at bay, but hopefully they could all figure out the very easy to understand labeling process Dorian had applied while packing things away.
Ariel began to fuss for the second time tonight, calling for her uncle by name. An adorably whinny “Dowr” pulled Dorian away from his packing and he went to soothe the toddler back to sleep. Some nights she slept well, falling to sleep around seven and staying in her cot quietly until the next morning, but other nights she awoke several times throughout the night. Tonight appeared to be the later, but she was easy enough to lull back to sleep. Singing to her gently, a song his mum had sung to him when he was a child, Dorian stood by the cot and patted Arie’s back until her wiggling body calmed and she was breathing heavily with sleep once more. He tiptoed out of their shared bedroom and slide the door shut, careful to not make a sound.
Sitting back on the couch with a glass of wine and a half packed box of photo albums, Dorian began packing once again, this time interrupted by a knock at the door. Brown eyes flicked to the clock sitting on the mantle, noting the late hour and wondering who would be dropping by at this time of night. He could rule out a drunken Dorcas because she had a nasty habit of letting herself in uninvited. Setting his wine glass on a coaster and rising from his seat, Dorian moved to the door. His hand moved to his wand as a precaution as he neared the entrance to the tiny flat but as he looked through the peephole Dorian became a different sort of confused. Quickly unlatching the locks and pulling the door open, Dorian looked at his brother with an expression of worry and confusion. “What’s the matter?” he asked. Julian looked as though he’d been through the ringer but there wasn’t any signs of injury or that the man had been in a physical altercation. This looked completely emotional and while the brothers were feeling more comfortable around each other these days, this was a side to Julian Dorian hadn’t yet seen.
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Mar 21, 2019 11:39:57 GMT
When the world's against me is when I really come alive The clicking of the locks sounded, and then the door swung open, Dorian blurred through tears on the other side. Julian didn't even notice how different he looked when he wasn't dressed to leave the apartment. He didn't notice much of anything, other than the worried tone his brother afforded him when he asked what was the matter. Everything. Everything was the matter. He wasn't even sure how to say what he needed to say. Dorian didn't care about Scarlett. He had met her once when she had come to pick Tristan up from a visit and they'd been playing in Dorian's living room with Ariel. Aside from that, and seeing her from across a field the first time he'd told Dorian that he had a son, the man didn't know Tristan's mother at all, and had no reason to even be interested in what had happened to her. But Jules, Jules was overly invested, and it was killing him. What should he say? What would even make sense? Colourless eyes rose to meet Dorian's dark orbs, and Jules swallowed down the lump in his throat. "Scarlett," he began, half wondering if Dorian would even remember what her name had been. The words felt strange on his lips, and he spoke stiffly, as though every word hurt. It did. "Scarlett was killed last night." He turned to indicate his own apartment, where his son lay sleeping, oblivious. "Tristan is asleep in my bed, and..." Jules stared wildly at his brother, tears still falling freely as he admitted for the first time since he had met his half brother, that he had weaknesses. That he was vulnerable. That he had no idea what he was doing. "I don't know what I'm going to do." His confession came out, choked. He stood helplessly in his brother's doorway, feeling like the world was about to end, and not having a clue how to make things better. This was not supposed to happen, not to his son. He didn't expect Dorian to have any answers. He didn't expect anything from him at all, really, but there was a horrible feeling deep in Julian's gut. The realisation that he had no one else to turn to. No one else at all. _______________________ tag: Dorian Michael Humbert words: 408 notes: <3 outfit: Classic Jules.[googlefont="Dancing Script"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Apr 16, 2019 5:32:56 GMT
My promise to you always and forever
The amount of turmoil in Julian’s face was nothing to the despair that sounded as the first words left the man’s mouth. “Scarlett.” Dorian felt an all too familiar pull at his chest. He knew that tone. Never before had he heard it from Julian, but his ears had heard it from his own lips more often than should ever have been possible. The explanation of Scarlett’s trouble came as a complete shock. She was a lovely woman, Dorian had only met her the one time but he’d very much enjoyed the short visit when she had come to pick up her son. Julian’s son.
Dorian’s eyes flashed down the hallway to his brother’s front door as it was explained that Tristan was asleep in his father’s bed. Empathy flooded the Auror’s usually calm face. He had far too much experience in losing loved ones but there was absolutely no way anyone could ever understand what Julian was going through. No matter how similar a situation may be, you could never really understand a person’s loss. Relationships were all so very unique and the shattered remnants left behind in their sudden departure were never comparable. Dorian wouldn’t pretend to understand the emotions his brother was feeling at that moment but who was even expecting him to?
Tears streaming down the younger man’s face caused a pain in Dorian chest. Without a word, he pulled the man into his arms, the first of such an embrace between the men. It was instinctual and he gave it no thought whatsoever. There was no immediate danger to on the lookout for, no one to run after and apprehend. His training was all but useless in that moment but a primitive emotion overtook him and holding his brother was the only thing that seemed right.
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Jul 31, 2019 11:56:05 GMT
When the world's against me is when I really come alive Dorian said nothing, and far from being surprised when the older man pulled him into a hug, Jules gripped his brother tightly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He held on for a long while, tears soaking Dorian's shoulder, before he finally realised what he was staring blindly at. Boxes. Boxes packed up with Dorian and Ariel's life. Boxes that would take them far away from him. Not only had he been dropped into this nightmare situation, he was now going to be completely alone with it. Dorian was taking Ariel somewhere where she would have a better life, Jules supported that, but now... Now it was another blow. He had never thought he would feel this way, but he needed them to stay. He needed to not be alone. Alone in a poky little granny flat with a brokenhearted boy that wouldn't even have a bed of his own. Julian released Dorian slowly, red eyes avoiding Dorian's face as he took a step back. "I'm sorry. You're busy. I shouldn't be putting this on you." He spoke softly, not wanting to wake either child. Voices echoed through the small hallway even when hushed, the last thing he needed was two confused toddlers and a couple of nosy neighbours poking their heads out of their doors to see his devastation on full display. He cleared his throat, though the lump remained stubbornly lodged in there. "I just-" He just what? He gestured lamely, at a complete loss of what to do or say. Jules shook his head. "What do I tell him? What do I do with him?" Get him a sofa bed and tell him his mum had gone on holiday indefinitely? That seemed like a quick fix he could pull off, but there was no way he could do that. Lying to his son was not something he ever wanted to do. He treasured his relationship with Tristan more than anything, but he just knew that no matter what he did from now on, he would mess it up somehow. _______________________ tag: Dorian Michael Humbert words: 380 notes: <3 outfit: Classic Jules.[googlefont="Dancing Script"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Aug 19, 2019 0:01:51 GMT
My promise to you always and forever
The brothers embraced for what felt like an eternity, but Dorian was not about to be the one to let go first. Julian didn’t need that right now. He didn’t need another thing to end before he was ready for it. Dorian knew from experience the cold chill of a released embrace so early into the mourning period. It stung as if you were being dropped into icy water but what his brother needed now was a lifeboat. When Julian’s grip on him loosened, Dorian mimicked the motion, allowing Jules to break the hug and step back of his own volition.
Dorian shook his head. He wasn’t busy, not busy enough to let Julian go if he needed support which he clearly did. “Come on,” he said, stepping back to allow more room for the younger man to cross into the apartment. “You need a drink, then we'll sort it out.” Dorian didn’t have any advice off the cuff for his brother, or what could be said to his nephew about her mum. He hadn’t needed to explain about River and Bert’s deaths to Ariel because they’d been gone all her life. It wasn’t a shocking discussion when the subject came up, it was simply a part of life. The little blonde was accustomed to it, it was all she had ever known. Tristan was older. He lived with his mum. He was very much aware of her presence and would not be sated with a simple “she’s not coming back.” It wouldn’t be an easy conversation, but it was one that had to come from Julian and like a good father he wasn’t shying away from the responsibility. He just needed some support.
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