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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Feb 26, 2019 12:25:25 GMT
 Let the River Run The yellow balloons floated skyward, and the small group watched until they had disappeared from sight. It was as if they were all frozen in time, even the little ones, Tristan and Ariel mesmerised by the view, Jules and Dorian lost in memories that gripped them too roughly and left them feeling bruised and battered. Eventually, Julian turned to his brother and broke the silence. They let the children have a little bit of time playing in the grass, giggling and pulling up the blades, picking daisies and having crawling races as the men watched over them. The children seemed to get on as though they had always known each other, which was beautiful for Julian to see, though he couldn't help but wonder what Dorian was thinking the whole time. It was something that would always eat at him, not knowing what the other man really thought of any given situation. He was too buttoned up, too polite, too proper to be raw and real like Jules was. Julian thought he could talk to the man for years and still never get to the bottom of him. Looking at Ariel made him wonder whether he might just be willing to try. The sun blazed hotter and became too much for Tristan and Ariel, so they headed to a cafe in the village, and made it through an entire lunch without any drama or mishaps. Tristan was having the time of his life - all almost three years of it - chatting away to Dorian and asking him every question he could think of, big blue eyes drinking the dark haired man in as though he were some sort of King. Julian felt intensely jealous, but he spent his time entertaining Ariel, who had enjoyed her dinner a little bit too much and covered herself in it. Time passed quickly, and soon they parted ways. Tristan would be staying the night with Jules, but he wanted to spend some alone time with his son. He missed him when they were apart, and though he loved Ariel and would spend all his days with her if he could, he needed that quality time with Tristan. It had been a good afternoon, Jules thought, for what it was. They had laughed, and though it had hurt like hell, he knew River would have been looking down at them and feeling nothing but pride at her little family. He sang Tristan to sleep that night, the same lullaby his own mother used to sing to he and River when they were small. _______________________ tag: Dorian Michael Humbert words: 447 notes: *sobs* <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Feb 15, 2019 17:07:51 GMT
Hall
As you walk in the front door, you find yourself in a lovely hallway, with
soft colours and bright lights. The stairs are at the far end.
Stairs
The stairs leading to the second floor are swathed in rich red carpet, one
of the only bold touches in the house.
Living room
The living room is comfortable, with plush couches and home comforts. The
piano belonged to Bert, who used to play to his wife some nights after work.
Large windows look out onto the back garden.
Kitchen
The kitchen is down a tiny set of stairs, and was always River's domain. Now
Jules tries his best not to burn things in here, and his cooking is honestly
improving now that he has a small person to make decent food for.
Dining room
The dining room is a pretty generous size, and used to always be filled with
laughter. Now Jules tries his best to eat meals in here with Tristan, but his
son often has other ideas, and prefers to eat on the living room floor with
his toys scattered around him.
Master bedroom
The main bedroom now belongs to Julian, and he has kept all of the furniture
since he can't really afford new stuff. He doesn't spend much time in here.
Master bathroom
Impressive, to say the last. Bert insisted on this beauty and Jules is forever
thankful to him. I mean, look at it!
Tristan's room
Once just a spare room, Jules worked his backside off to make this a space
his little boy would be comfortable in, and little Tristan loves his room.
Ariel's room
This room is very special, because it was decorated a while ago by Bert and River.
They painted it all in neutral colours in preparation for their new baby, but never
got to use it. Jules has kept it exactly as it was and added some pink touches, and
furniture to suit a growing toddler, and he adores having his niece stay over.
Spare bedroom
The spare room is simple, and hardly used since Jules doesn't often have people
who stay the night (except for in his bed). Anyone who does need to stay will
have a lovely room to themselves.
Bathroom
Much smaller than the main bathroom, this one is for guests
and visitors, and is super easy to keep clean and tidy.
Garden
The back garden is lovely and lush, somewhere that looks equally wild, and a place
you could relax in for hours. Jules spends a lot of time out here, rain or shine.
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Nov 5, 2018 14:19:16 GMT
Let the River Run Good answer, Humbert. Jules' temper began to fade as he listened to the all too sensible answer from his brother, relief washing over him as little Tristan nodded his head in agreement. He would probably forget that he'd asked about a sleepover at all in about an hour, but for now he was satisfied, and Julian crouched down with Ariel in his arms so that the toddler could get a good look at his cousin, and vice versa. "We've got lots of fun plans to keep you busy," Jules confirmed, having planned nothing other than visiting this stupid empty field to wish his sister a happy birthday. He would likely take Tristan for tea later, and let him run around a park somewhere. He was staying the night, which had happened quite a few times since Julian had gotten his apartment, he just worked hard to keep the boy hidden from Dorian. They mostly apparated to fun places, and came home so late that Tristan would be asleep in Julian's arms, and make no noise through the night to alert anyone to his presence in the apartment. It worked so far, but it wouldn't be necessary any longer, he supposed. "She has curls like me!" Tristan exclaimed, inspecting Ariel as though she were about to barf glitter at him. He was amazed and there was clear infatuation written all over his tiny face. "She does," Julian confirmed. "That's because you're family, you're made up of the same strong stuff." Ariel bopped Tristan on the head with her balloon, and he laughed, Jules joining in and reaching for his wand, feeling light for the first time today. His son had that effect on him, and it seemed the same could be said for Ariel. He gently tapped the yellow balloon with his wand, and it multiplied in Ariel's little hand, Julian passing one to Tristan, and another to Dorian, keeping one for himself so they each had a balloon. "Now, do you think you can do something very special?" he asked, glancing at Ariel, even though she had no idea what was going on. "After three, we all need to let our balloons float up to the sky, and shout a big happy birthday. Okay?" Tristan nodded, Ariel dribbled. Julian glanced at his brother. "One, two, three..."_______________________ tag: Dorian Michael Humbert words: 406 notes: *sobs* <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Nov 1, 2018 17:39:14 GMT
Let the River Run Jules watched Dorian closely for a reaction, hoping to see some surprise there, along with a bit of shock, or confusion. Anything, really, but all he got was a smooth response from the older man, who simply bent to greet Tristan as though it was the most comfortable, casual thing in the world. How bloody annoying. Petty desires to get one up on his half brother aside, Julian did appreciate Dorian making his son feel welcome and wanted, it was an important moment, really, and one that really couldn't have gone better if Jules were honest. Tristan turned away from his father's legs to look up at Dorian with big blue eyes. "Nice to meet you, Mr Dorian," he said, Irish accent in full swing on the almost three year old. It was cute, but a reminder of how cut out of his son's life Julian had been. Tristan had been raised in Ireland, and had a life there that Jules wasn't a part of, and though it was Julian himself who had set it up for the boy, it still stung that he wasn't there every day for him. He kept a hand in Tristan's curls as the tot spoke to Dorian, Ariel bopping Jules' head with her balloon, having a blast. "Dorian is your uncle," Jules told Tristan, giving him a smile and a playfully shocked expression. Tristan stepped closer to Dorian, inspecting his clothes as though he were some sort of fascinating creature, now that he had a title. "I never had an uncle," Tristan said, matter of fact. "Can we have a sleepover?" His little face was hopeful, and Jules felt his whole body tighten as his son put himself out there for rejection. It killed him to think that Dorian could cut the boy down in a heartbeat right there in the field, and he ground his teeth in anticipation, his desire to protect his boy causing his temper to rise in his gut. He wanted to say something, to interrupt and change the subject, but then this was a great test for Dorian. Whatever his response was to his nephew would be very telling indeed, and if he crushed Tristan, then Jules' fight for Ariel would be stronger than ever, and instant. He would not see his son hurt. _______________________ tag: Dorian Michael Humbert words: 405 notes: *sobs* <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Oct 22, 2018 14:09:00 GMT
 Breathe Me Back To Life She was smiling when she arrived. It wasn't as bright and beautiful as it had been before her brother had died, but it was there. It bolstered Jules in a way, and made his decision that little bit easier. He was doing the right thing. She was smiling again already, which meant she would cope just fine with a breakup. He would have worried more had she turned up looking miserable and gloomy, as though the world were about to end. He did have feelings, and he didn't want her to hurt any more than she already was, but that was the whole reason he was breaking up with her. Well, not the whole reason, but a good part of it. She couldn't heal with a boyfriend hanging around when he didn't want to. How would that help her? As far as Jules could see, it wouldn't, she didn't need to be with somebody who wanted to be elsewhere, and he was doing her a huge favour by being honest with her and letting her go. Letting her heal. Confident in his choice, he returned her kiss with a tight smile, waiting until she had sat down at their table before trying to decide on the best way to go about things. "You look good," he told her, clasping his hands together on the table as he studied her. "Just keep taking baby steps, sweetheart, and you'll get to the other side." The other side, where Jules would not be. Who knew what life held for her after this. Their little adventure had been great. Fun and cute and just what it was meant to be, but it was never supposed to get heavy. "Did you want anything to drink or eat?" he asked, turning to indicate that he was willing to go and order something for her up at the counter. A cup of coffee or hot chocolate might help her afterwards. Maybe she would throw it in his face. It might be best to opt for water, or just a cookie, which wouldn't be messy. "How about one of those chocolate chip muffins we tried?" he suggested, remembering she had liked it last time they'd been in here. Jules wasn't feeling hungry, himself, but he would get her something if she wanted it, whether he was breaking up with her or not. _______________________ tag: Lunete Penelope Dearborn words: 414 notes: <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Oct 14, 2018 11:46:30 GMT
Breathe Me Back To Life It had been a week since her brother had been killed, and Julian felt suffocated by Lunete. She was going through the loss of a sibling, he knew the feeling all too well from not so long ago, and he couldn't deny her the right to grieve, but he wished she would go about it in a different way. She had been clingy and constantly crying every time he had seen her over the past week, the fun girl with the great smile and zest for life had been replaced by a pathetic, snivelling weakling who couldn't get through ten minutes without needing reassurance and comfort. Grief as Julian knew it was all consuming, but there were ways to keep it to yourself, to give yourself privacy, to hide it to a certain extent so that you didn't burden others with the weight on your heart. Lunete was making no such effort, as far as Jules could see, and she was quite content to fall to pieces and let everyone around her mop her up. Where was her strength? She was to become an Auror, and yet gave in to emotion so completely that she could barely function. That was how Jules knew her this past week, and he really couldn't stand it any longer. He was not the kind of person who could offer that kind of emotional support. He had enough problems of his own, and though he had enjoyed the past couple of months with Lunete, he by no means loved her, and breaking up with her looked like more of a relief than something he would feel guilt over. She didn't need him around if he resented it. She could have a fresh start, rebuild herself and start again. He was doing her a favour, really, by ending things. He had asked her to meet him at the bakery in Godric's Hollow where they had first met. It was somewhere familiar, where she would hopefully feel comfortable, and close enough to home for her to get there easily afterwards. He had no doubt that she would be upset with him - Merlin knew she loved a good cry - but he just couldn't carry the weight of her tears any more. He needed his freedom back, he needed to be able to smile and laugh freely without feeling like he couldn't because it was insensitive. He sat in the window of the bakery as he waited for her to arrive, not having bothered to order anything because he didn't see this as something that would take long. _______________________ tag: Lunete Penelope Dearborn words: 449 notes: <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Oct 14, 2018 10:54:40 GMT
Let the River Run Of course? It hadn't been an "of course" situation for Jules. He didn't know - even after months of being in Dorian's life - what he could or couldn't expect from the man. He had learned so far that Dorian was an overly sensible fellow, which did counter Jules' rashness quite nicely, if he were to look at it in that way. And he knew Dorian was impeccable in his approach to caring for a child, which was just a huge kick in the nuts for Julian, who wanted him to fail so badly that Ariel was handed over to Jules to care for. It wasn't happening so far, but there was still hope for the future. Jules had nothing but time and willpower. What else did he know so far about his long lost brother? The man had better furniture than Jules. Also a bugbear. He really needed to spend more time getting to know Dorian, if he were honest with himself, but Jules was genuinely afraid that he might actually begin to like the man, and that would make everything so much more complicated. There were instances, like right now, showing up for their sister, offering Ariel out for Jules to take, letting him know that she was getting a new tooth. That was all classed as considerate, caring, something real family members would do for each other, and tell each other. Was it an effort on Dorian's part to behave that way, or was it just becoming more and more natural as time went on? Jules wanted to be natural with Ariel, and he was, as far as he was aware, he never had to fake his love and affection for her just to try and impress Dorian. That just came naturally. But he was still unsure of his brother. He took Ariel from the older man and held her close. "You're getting a big girl already, hmm?" he said in her ear as he cuddled the tot with her yellow balloon. "If you want to bite anyone, you tell me so I can pass you back, okay." His smile was mischievous as he looked to Dorian. Now was probably as good a time as any to fess up. "We have someone else coming today," he told his brother as his gaze flickered to the edge of the large field. A small blonde woman had just apparated into view, a toddler with blonde curls in her arms. She put the small boy down and crouched to speak to him, fixing a backpack onto the child's back as she did. Jules watched the pair as they hugged, and the blonde pointed across the field towards him, the toddler spotting Jules and breaking into a wide grin. He began to run towards Julian as fast as his short legs could carry him, and his mother disapparated after watching him for a minute. "I've never mentioned it before because, well, I'm very protective over him. But I think it might be time for a bit of trust," he said, staring intensely at Dorian. This was a huge move for Jules, but he wanted his boy here today. River had adored Tristan and visited him when she was alive. She would want this. It was time for Jules to stop protecting the boy so fiercely, especially when it meant he was cutting him off from his family. The tiny blonde boy barrelled into Jules, wrapping his arms around Julian's legs tightly. Jules reached one hand town to squeeze his son's shoulders, a smile already on his face. "This is Tristan, my son."_______________________ tag: Dorian Michael Humbert words: 619 notes: *sobs* <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Oct 14, 2018 10:00:54 GMT
 Dreaming of a Family Christmas He supposed now was as good a time as any to make a play for Ariel. Dorian was sat with her on his knee, Dorcas had buggered off to answer the door, and there was really no reason at all for him to hold off showing the baby some affection. It would seem odd if he didn't, wouldn't it? An uncle who didn't request to hold his niece on her first Christmas was no real uncle at all, and Julian was certainly wanting to fit the bill perfectly for little Ariel. She deserved to have family that she could rely on, that she could turn to and feel comfortable with. He would not be a cold, withdrawn influence in her life. He shifted in his seat, mouth opening, about to ask Dorian if he could take the tot, when a tall brunette stormed into the room like a whirlwind and snatched Ariel from Dorian with such enthusiasm that Jules could only stare. Quite taken aback by how comfortable this woman seemed with Ariel, he couldn't help but wonder how well she knew the baby. Did she see Ariel often? Jealousy pulsed through him as he watched her take a seat, Dorian greeting her warmly. "Geralina, I presume?" he asked, offering her a charming smile, though there was a subtle tightness to it that he just couldn't hide. He was annoyed. This was annoying, and as beautiful as she was, his usual desire to flirt was squashed for now, by the fact that he felt incredibly pushed out when it came to his niece. Like a second class citizen, and it did not sit well with him at all, given that he spent most of his adult life feeling that way about being a werewolf. He held out his hand to the woman, who sat between himself and Dorian with Ariel in her arms. "Julian Blackthorne," he introduced himself, eyes locked on hers, half in a bid to intimidate, half just to get a better look at her. She really was beautiful, though he could sense some discomfort coming off of her. "Ariel's uncle." He didn't expect her to know who he was at all, and if she did, that just meant that Dorian and his girlfriend spoke about him behind his back, which was very interesting, to say the least. _______________________ tag: Geralina Amara Drake , Dorian Michael Humbert , André Daniel Meadowes , Emily Jane Meadowes and Dorcas Amilie Meadowes notes: <3 words: 426 outfit: Simply sexy.[googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Sept 12, 2018 11:10:26 GMT
 Discoveries Jules nodded as he got his non response. He wanted to snap at her, to make some cutting comment about how he was standing there being genuine and reaching out to her, and she was being an ice bitch in return, and it wasn't okay. Some part of him whispered that it wouldn't help the situation, and if he wanted her to believe what he had just said, he needed to keep his cool. He wasn't sure what made him listen to that tiny voice, but he was too tired to question it. "Right," he nodded, eyes drifting over the cage and broken bits and bobs in her cave. "I'll leave you to it, then." And without another word, he left the cave, and headed back out into the forest, following the stream until he reached a thicker patch of trees. He lashed out with his fist and snapped a branch clean off the tree nearest to him with the punch, frustrated and annoyed at being treated like someone lesser by his own kind. He had liked Cora when they were young, considered her a friend, and here she was freezing him out because of what he was. The more he thought about it, the more it made his blood boil. He turned on the spot and disappeared from the woods, appearing with a loud pop in the alleyway behind the apartment building he lived in, his stomach lurching from the motion, making him feel even worse. The sun was shining on his back as he pulled his sleeves down to cover his hands, which were balled into fists. The chill was starting to get to him now that the adrenaline of the night was wearing off, and he needed to get inside. Hopefully he wouldn't run into his brother on his way in, not that he wouldn't love seeing Ariel, but he didn't have the energy for them right now. He was tired and aggravated, and the only thing that would fix that was a full day of sleep. He hurried into the building and up the stairs, keeping his head down as he fumbled for his spare key, which was tucked on top of the door frame out of sight. He managed to get inside without being seen by any nosy neighbours, and threw his bags down on the floor by the door, turning the lock and crossing to the kitchen. He needed to go shopping, there wasn't much there to eat, but within a few minutes, he had a steaming mug of tea in one hand, and a plate of toast in the other. Jules crawled into his bed, not even bothering to get changed, and sat in the dark with the curtains drawn, enjoying the quiet and solitude. _______________________ tag: Cora Calliope Vance words: 478 notes: <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Sept 11, 2018 9:35:39 GMT
Discoveries Again, he was met with minimal talk, and a reluctance to interact at all, and Jules sighed, flinging an arm out as he decided to just be blunt. "Look, Cora, I know this is not the best situation in the world, but it is our life, and I for one, am happy to discover someone that I actually like in the same boat as me. That's a rarity, you know?" He pressed his lips together, eyes wide as he tried to get through to her. "I've had a pack for years, and some of them are complete and utter dicks. When you find the good ones, trust me, stick with them, because it gets very lonely living this life." Jules had met some real arseholes in his time, and it was lucky for him that he gave off more of an alpha air than most, because he was someone the other wolves didn't mess with. He was known for being scrappy and fierce, a rebel amongst rebels, and ruthless when angry, and he had had his fair share of fights among his pack, weeding out the shitheads and, as he liked to call it, cleansing the group. Nobody else had the balls to do it, and so he had inevitably become someone who was respected. Now he had given all of that up for his family, his real family, and it was hard. It was harder than he had ever thought it might be all those times he'd imagined it when talking to River about coming home. It was lonely, and it was isolating, and it was scary in a way, to not have your own kind surrounding you all of the time. To be a wolf in a human world was frightening and alien, and though he kept in touch with quite a few members of his pack, it wasn't the same. He didn't have a choice, though. He had thrown himself into his new life, and he would not let Ariel down. He wouldn't. She needed him as much as he needed her, both being each others anchor to River. He would endure the torture of loneliness and alienation for her forever. But maybe, just maybe the likes of Cora could help ease that loneliness a bit. And Jules knew that he could definitely help her. "You might not trust me right now, but I'm trusting you to keep my secret." He sighed. "Know that I would do the same for you." He hooked his two backpacks over his shoulder, expecting some sort of nod in response in lieu of words. He was ready for home, he'd had enough of this for one morning. _______________________ tag: Cora Calliope Vance words: 462 notes: <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Sept 8, 2018 13:51:32 GMT
Let the River Run He stood, a distressed cry from behind him making him turn. Dorian, half brother, practical stranger, baby thief, sister stealer, crossed the field with Ariel in his arms, and the tiny beauty wasn't happy. Julian waited for the pair to reach him, and held the yellow balloon out to his niece. "Hello, love," he said softly, stroking a hand over her pale curls and trying to catch her attention with the balloon. "What's wrong? Look, Uncle Jules has a balloon." The word balloon seemed to get her attention, and she stopped wailing long enough to take a peek at the yellow balloon bobbing about in front of her. She gave a smile through her tears, and Jules smiled back at her, fixing the string carefully into her hand and wrapping her chubby little fingers around it. "Hold on tight," he told her, happy to see her already chuckling as she shook the balloon this way and that as though it were the best thing she had ever seen. He looked to Dorian. "You made it," he said, feeling relieved though he hadn't realised he'd been worried about it. It seemed he had had somewhat of a knot in his stomach, fretting that he would be the only one to turn up for River today. Perhaps he should give Dorian more credit, after all, he had been a part of the man's life for the best part of a year now, and though they were nowhere near the point of being real brothers, best friends, kin, he felt like he might be able to think of Dorian in a slightly better light. Only slightly, Jules still wanted custody of Ariel, and he would still step on Dorian's throat to get it if that was what it took, but his game of infiltrating their lives was going smoothly, there hadn't been a single hiccough since Julian's arrival in December. Now wasn't the time for scheming or pettiness, though, today was for reality, a day to feel things other than bitterness and spite. They needed to celebrate their sister, if at all possible. The lump in his throat had lessened considerably at the arrival of Ariel, though he wondered why she had been so upset. "Is she alright?" he asked, eyes carefully watching the baby with the balloon. _______________________ tag: Dorian Michael Humbert /anyone who wants to remember my fallen baby! words: 413 notes: *sobs* <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Sept 1, 2018 9:45:02 GMT
Discoveries He watched as she fussed about with her bag, though he soon lost interest when she failed to strip off and give him his jumper back. "I have some things a little way from here," he said as he walked through an opening at the back of the cave, leaving her to have a bit of privacy. "I'll be back in a minute." She probably didn't want him to come back, but he would anyway, her cave was the quickest exit from the myriad of tunnels that ran through the hillside, and he didn't fancy walking a few miles to reach another opening. Jules was tired, and he was starting to feel the chill in the air the longer his torso was bare. His other bag that was hidden deep in the tunnels held more clothes and his wand, and the sooner he got to it, the better. He didn't want to start getting moody and snappy with Cora, she had done nothing to deserve it, but as his wolfy hangover began to kick in, it would be inevitable unless he took steps to remedy it. The tunnels were dark and murky, but his senses were still heightened to almost wolf level, and every footstep that scraped along the dirt floor made his ears cringe, and his head ache. He took a few left turns, walked for a few minutes, and then turned right, the tunnel eventually opening into a small round chamber where his backpack was tucked away behind a pile of rocks that had crumbled down from the roof of the tunnels at some point. Dropping the backpack he already had, he hurried to the new one, which was navy blue with tiny white stars all over it. It belonged to his son, Tristan. Or it had done until Jules had forgotten to give it back when he'd taken the small boy back to his mother last month. His visits with Tristan were short, though Jules fully intended for that to change now that he had started getting himself some semblance of a stable life. Maybe his boy could even stay with him overnight each week. That would be the dream, and if it meant Jules would have to stop renting out River's house and live in it himself, then he would just have to work a bit of overtime at the apothecary here and there to try and make up the money. He liked the thought of himself and Tristan being in a nice house together. Pulling out a black jumper that was much more fitted than the one he had given to Cora, Jules tugged it on and found himself some shoes, ragged boots that had seen better days, but were perfect for navigating the woods. He began the walk back through the tunnels, now carrying two bags - he would replenish them both in time for the next full moon, and hide them again - he stuffed his wand into the pocket of his jeans, and eventually made his way back into Cora's cave. He leaned against the wall, pulling out his bottle of water and some paracetamol he had found in Tristan's small bag. He waved the heaven sent medicine at Cora. "Need any of these?" he asked, popping a few pills into his mouth and gulping them down with water. What he really needed was food, though he felt sick, a usual aftereffect of the full moon, and doubted he could stomach anything significant just yet. Maybe he could make some toast when he got home, which would be another challenge. Being this tired and apparating was a risky little game if you didn't want to be splinched. _______________________ tag: Cora Calliope Vance notes: <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Jul 12, 2018 14:17:50 GMT
Let the River Run Julian stood in the middle of the field, a single yellow rose in one hand, and a yellow balloon in the other. It was a significant colour for his sister, completely disconnected from her Hufflepuff roots, and solely to do with the fact that Jules had always gotten his sister yellow flowers to remind her of their friendship and bond. It had started when he was a boy, and had learned from some old woman on a street stall in the middle of Diagon Alley that each colour rose had a different meaning. River had been off with their mum getting them all ice cream cones, and their dad had wanted to buy some flowers to surprise the girls when they returned. Jules had listened intently to the old woman, fascinated and inspired. He had used his own sickles to purchase a single yellow rose for his sister, and explained to her that it was because they were best friends, and always would be. River had never smiled such a bright smile so far in her young life, and Jules had been ecstatic to know that just a little gesture had meant so much to his baby sister. He had continued the tradition of giving her yellow flowers "just because" for the rest of their years together, there was no reason to stop now. He was alone in the field for now, though his brother might join him at some point, he had been invited. The place seemed eerie to him. He had friends who lived in Godric's Hollow, and he visited every now and then, but he always avoided the field. Next month would be the one year anniversary of the carnival that was held here and gave cover to so many Death Eaters who had stolen the lives of far too many innocent people. Jules gritted his teeth as he tried to push down his anger, though he could not rid his eyes of tears ready to fall. His fingers gripped the rose too tightly to keep his hand from shaking, and he could not see the buildings and houses that surrounded the large open area. He could only see the grass before him, blurred through tears, and dry from the summer heat. She would have been twenty four today. Twenty four with an eleven month old on her hip, helping her to blow out her candles and make a mess of the cake with faces and tiny fingers. Twenty four with her whole life ahead of her. A tear spilled over despite his efforts to quell them, and Jules bit his trembling lip, his voice hoarse when he spoke. "Happy birthday, sister," he said quietly, wanting to do more than just quietly utter well wishes to a patch of earth where she had fallen. He wanted to scream with the agony that lived permanently in his heart. He wanted to tear the whole field up in a rage and shout until the skies burst and the ground shook with fear. Instead he crouched down, laying the rose in the grass with one shaking hand as another tear escaped. "I am so sorry I failed you," he whispered. _______________________ tag: Dorian Michael Humbert /anyone who wants to remember my fallen baby! notes: *sobs* <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Jun 12, 2018 8:45:19 GMT
Discoveries Jules didn't bother wiping the top of the bottle when Cora handed it back to him, he just took a swig and screwed the cap back on. River would have had some words of disgust for him, going on about germs and strangers, she had always been quite fussy about things like that as a child. She wouldn't even share a drink with her own brother without using her sleeve to wipe his germs away. Her own brother. Jules had found it funny most of the time, but he really didn't see the point. How was it any different to playing tonsil tennis with strange women? It wasn't, and he did that all the time, so it really didn't matter if Cora's naked wolf germs were floating in his bottle of water. He stank of her anyway, he really didn't think they could get any closer than they had been through the night apart from actually having hot wolf sex in this cave they were going to. Based off of how prickly Cora was being with him, he doubted that would be an option. Besides, he had his eye on Lunete. He followed Cora through the forest, keeping his mouth shut for the time being. If she wanted to talk, she would. He didn't understand why she felt the need to be frosty with him, but if it helped her to cope with having someone find out her dirty little secret, then that was fine by Jules. She could bet her perky little arse that he'd be doing a bit of digging on her over the next few weeks, trying to see if he could find any information about what she'd been doing with her life and how she might have ended up being bitten. An attack on a young girl must have been recorded somewhere, maybe the prophet had done a piece on it. If he'd have been closer to his new brother, he might have been able to ask him for a favour. Dorian could have probably done a bit of snooping at the Ministry to find out if she was a registered werewolf. Then again, that was probably too sneaky for someone as uptight as Dorian, even if it was family asking him. Cora announced that they were nearly there, with a peek over her shoulder at him, and Jules smiled and nodded. "So close to being able to escape me," he teased. _______________________ tag: Cora Calliope Vance notes: <3 [googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Jun 11, 2018 19:26:53 GMT
 Spring Gala Being one of the last to be seated was actually a plus in Julian's book. He got to walk the length of the table and see exactly who was there, and who he would be sitting near. He couldn't have been more delighted to find his brother and Dorcas opposite himself and Lunete, though the look on Lunete's face when she saw Dorian was one of surprise, and possibly worry. Was she embarrassed to be seen with Julian by her mentor? How cute. Jules was far from embarrassed. In fact, he was pleased as punch as he took his seat and settled in, blue eyes twinkling at Dorcas and Dorian. A rather gorgeous brunette was sitting on Dorian's other side, and she and Dorcas kept leaning across the man to chat to each other. Julian wondered who she was, though he supposed they'd have plenty of time for him to find that out as they were forced to stare at each other throughout the entire meal. What a perfect little setup. Julian smiled across the large table at his older brother. "It is pleasant, isn't it," he agreed, and then indicated to the two women flanking Dorian. "And I see you're lucky enough to have two beautiful dates. You must be having one hell of a night." Was Dorian the kind to be into threesomes? Jules would have laughed hysterically at the thought of such an uptight bore of a man being wild in the bedroom, but then he really hadn't known Dorian long enough to properly judge. Maybe good old Agent Humbert had a wild side. He wondered how Lunete would react to knowing something like that. She seemed such an innocent little thing, it was enchanting to think she'd be mortified just to be in earshot of a conversation about it, but here she was, listening to him hint to his brother that he'd be getting lucky with two women tonight. On second thoughts, that might not have been the best move on Julian's part, but he'd said it now, there was no going back, he could only laugh it off as a joke and move on. He glanced at his date to make sure she hadn't withered into her chair with embarrassment, but a head of blonde hair at the opposite end of the table caught his eye, and he found himself looking at Lilith Burke. She was sitting beside some posh prats at the head of the table, right where she belonged, but Julian flashed a hint of a smile at her before turning away. _______________________ tag: Lunete Penelope Dearborn , Dorian Michael Humbert , Dorcas Amilie Meadowes and Tersha Alara Knight notes: <3 outfit: Sexy springy hottie![googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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