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Post by clouds just clouds on May 4, 2015 18:59:18 GMT -8
Timothy found it hard to breathe, and he wasn't sure if it was because if his stab wound or because of the fact that the man beneath just denounced Timothy's entire existence--if he was his supposed father. Taking in a breath, Timothy said, "My sister's name... it was Victoria." Pain pinched his insides. It hurt to say that name... "I-I found letters, and a journal. The journal belonged to Abigail," it always was a habit to leave out his last name, "and the letters would address either Gabriel or Abigail." Timothy swallowed hard and tried to keep his face composed.
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Post by Dina Doo on May 5, 2015 19:23:29 GMT -8
If Gabriel had been sitting, he lulled his head back against the wall (or whatever), closing his eyes, which had grown heavy. "Of course all the names would match," he uttered. "Of course they would." Gabriel was quiet for a moment as the hand he had on his wound loosened and a shiver ran through him. "I never had a son," the ancient ketsuki said once more, whispering now. "My wife never mentioned a second child, even if I was away often..."
Perhaps, if Cloudy wants, the sound of vehicles nearing filled the otherwise quiet night air as help raced to them.
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 5, 2015 19:51:52 GMT -8
Timothy found a whole lot of different emotions riffle through him. This man, right here, he could be it? His father? This man.. this dying man, could be his father? Timothy took in small, short breaths, trying to blink back tears. The man... he... but according to him, he never had a son. Timothy swallowed thickly. "What if I was wrong?" Timothy said quietly, sorrow twisting his chest and defeat filling his voice. "What if they lied? Victoria and I could never have been siblings. I could have no family." No family. It made Timothy want to give up.
Receiving that scarf was a purpose, a mission. But.. what if there was no real mission? "Wright!" A voice called out. "Gabriel!"
Shaking away his misery, Timothy called out, "Here!" He hardened his face and turned to Gabriel. "Hang on, they're here. Sir, perhaps the best way to figure all of this out is with a DNA test." Timothy swallowed thickly.
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Post by Dina Doo on May 8, 2015 15:29:58 GMT -8
"A test then," he said with a slight nod. "Because I can't see for myself." And perhaps no sooner after he spoke, medical personnel were already rushing to take care of them. Gabriel found himself being hoisted up, someone prying his hands from his wound so they could look whilst leading him to where ever it was they were taking him. He wasn't paying much attention now, his head bobbing to the side like a heavy weight. After that, Gabriel couldn't remember much else as he bled his life away.
Perhaps, if Cloudy wants, we could always skip? Dina apologizes.
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 8, 2015 20:41:38 GMT -8
[SKIP]
The knife wound wasn't the worst. If he hadn't been ketsuki, he probably would be dead and gone, but the doctors patched him up, gave him blood, and sent him to a healer. Except, the doctors warned Timothy that with Gabriel, the bullet hit something major...
And then the surgery was over, and Gabriel was in recovery. Now, Timothy lost a few years, but... Gabriel.
Timothy sat in Gabriel's room, with the paper that foretold their blood relations in his hand. Fatigue fell on Timothy, and not before long, he slumped in the chair and let himself snooze. After a bit, a nurse came into the room to check on Gabriel, adjust his pillows and so on.
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Post by Dina Doo on May 15, 2015 10:27:18 GMT -8
It was the movement around him that finally, though slowly, caused Gabriel to stir. Having spent some portion of his life waking up to darkness, the ancient ketsuki often relied on his other senses when he usually woke. And shifting under the covers already tipped him off to something not being quite... right. The hospital bed was.. larger than he would have expected. And everything else felt so much shorter than it had before.
A thought entered his still foggy mind and Gabriel sat up carefully. And his ghostly eyes started down at his... tiny hands. "I need someone to explain to me right now as to why I am the size of a small toddler," the ketsuki muttered, but it probably sounded adorable with his young voice. Dina is really sorry.
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 15, 2015 10:54:54 GMT -8
The nurse glanced over at Gabriel, surprised to see him awake and then let out a soft laugh. "Glad to see you're awake, Gabriel," the nurse said softly and then leaned over to check his eyes. "Now, be careful. You're the size of a small toddler because the bullet hit a major organ, and you lost a lot of blood. During surgery, we had to give you a lot of blood. But also, because your body is now younger, you'll have a better chance at recovery."
Timothy stirred at the voices and nearly teetered out of his seat because he had fallen asleep. Jolting awake, Timothy looked around till his eyes fell on Gabriel. Almost immediately, his stomach twisted painfully and he held the paper to his chest. His eyes dropped to the floor. Why would he be nervous now? Not before? A breath left him and he wondered if maybe he should leave Gabriel at peace and leave.
Gods, he had to stop doubting.
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Post by Dina Doo on May 16, 2015 9:41:34 GMT -8
Gabriel bit back the urge to reply as there was nothing to say. What's done is done. Nothing could change what happened and he would have to live with being the size of a small child until his body grew. But irritation suddenly flared through him as he wondered how he was supposed to take care of Malcolm, or function in the world for that matter, whilst looking like a dependent child.
This gaze flickered over to Timothy when he sensed the sudden nervousness. "I hadn't realized you would be here," Gabriel started, his childish voice quiet. "Are you alright?" He let out a huff. "I must apologize for how I behaved last night. Not only did I fail the mission, but I overreacted. Family matters have always been... a touchy subject." Dina is sorry again.
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 16, 2015 17:13:23 GMT -8
Timothy's eyes snapped to Gabriel once he started speaking to him. His pale cheeks gathered in warmth, and he stammered, "I-" But quickly shut himself up. He wasn't the type of person to stutter. Swallowing thickly, Timothy looked down at the ground. "No, you're--no. We were partners in that mission G-s-s-sir, sir." Taking a breath, Timothy looked up at Gabriel. "I failed the mission, sir. You had done nothing wrong. I acted foolishly. I had... I had to make sure you were alright."
Politely, the nurse left without much else to say.
A deep breath filled Timothy and he looked down at his feet, his anxiety increasing tenfold. Damn it... his hands were getting all sweaty and gross too. "Th-The family thing--that... it is understandable, b-but sir... um..." His hands tightened around the paper. "The results... for the... for the DNA test... I have it."
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Post by Dina Doo on May 16, 2015 20:38:45 GMT -8
Timothy's apprehension was almost nauseating, probably because he was weak still or so full that he couldn't possibly need anymore nervous blood to hunt. Gabriel closed his heavy eyes and laid his head back down against the soft pillows while tugging up at the blankets. "Just read it," the ketsuki pressed lightly. "Please, go ahead." Gabriel was vaguely aware of the fact that he needed to return to Malcolm soon. What would the small boy do if he thought Gabriel wasn't coming back? Timothy's own anxiety suddenly became Gabriel's as he let his mind wander further and further away from the possibility that he could have a son.
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