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Post by clouds just clouds on Jun 16, 2016 0:49:25 GMT -8
Timothy hesitated two breaths before lightly leaning towards his father, and very hesitantly resting his head on him. His chest ached for comfort. He wanted his father to pet his hair, to tell him it's okay. That he's not alone. Not anymore. Taking in a small breath, Timothy said, "I… think I have. If not, I will leave in the morning." His chest seized and he slowly shifted away. Very, very carefully, he pulled his father close and Malcolm. Then he lifted himself up onto his feet with a small grunt. His cheeks set aflame, but he bit back his anxiety and stepped away from the tree. Quietly, he said, "I feel like… there's so many things I could have changed, that I could have done differently. And…" Timothy shook his head. It felt too pouty, too babyish too complain. So he took in a big breath and shoved his emotions down. "I actually think we forgot to feed Malcolm dinner. Did we?" He headed away from the graves, feeling like he always did, that he didn't do enough.
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Post by Dina Doo on Jun 16, 2016 17:35:02 GMT -8
"Mm, I don't think we did. Perhaps we could get something for him on the way back," the ketsuki mumbled quietly. And, despite his previous thoughts, the gods above knew of the internal struggle he fought; to rest his head against Timothy or shouldn't he? In the end, it wasn't much of a struggle. Gabriel, though cautiously, lulled his head against his son. Alright, so he wasn't completely made of stone and if he were to ever get comfortable with his son, he had to take that step. "Timothy, I think you did more than enough for them. There is only so much one person can accomplish, let alone by themselves."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jun 16, 2016 20:17:00 GMT -8
Timothy felt his heart quicken its pace, both in a comforting and nervous manner. He let out a small breath and said, "I felt as if I could have visited more, or," his eyes sorrowed. "There's just... things I wished I had done differently." His breath hiccuped and he stared ahead of him. "If... if you don't mind me moving topic, and... me asking, um... how did you... how did you meet mother?" His cheeks heated and he quietly said, "If it's too hard for you to speak of, then... just ignore me. Or ask about the weather."
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Post by Dina Doo on Jun 17, 2016 11:31:38 GMT -8
"Timothy, don't be so nervous," the old ketsuki quipped. He smiled lightly as he closed his eyes. "You shouldn't be afraid to talk to me. And I don't mind you asking." His eyes opened and Gabriel found himself staring at nothing in particular, at the long and distant past. A very distant past. "Your mother was once apart of our organization, long ago. She joined our cavalry unit. I wasn't brave enough to talk to her at first, not for some time. It took the influence of outside forces before we started to talk to one another and that was it." The ketsuki shut his eyes again. He allowed himself to be consumed in old memories, of happier times. "She was a strong women and an unstoppable warrior on the battlefield. I know she would have been very proud of you and your sister. It seems you both inherited her strength and spirit."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jun 17, 2016 15:41:47 GMT -8
Strength and spirit? Had he, really? Timothy wondered how his father could tell. Was it the way he spoke of his sister? The moments Gabriel knew of him, before he found out who Gabriel was? He let out a soft breath and quietly said, "She... sounds like I thought." He smiled lightly and sadly, a second before his heart stuttered and he meekly said, "Are you... are you..." He swallowed. "I don't know how to phrase this without seeming... pitying. But, I understand it's probably... frightening to have more family out there. In fear that you might... lose them. But... are you still happy, t-to know me?" His cheeks felt too hot.
((I deleted this but I thought it was cute, so here: "Vic and I... w-when we were younger, we used to make up stories of you... you and Mom." His cheeks heated. His father telling him to not be nervous somehow only made him more so. "Who would be stern, who would sneak cookies behind the other's back..." He let out a small breath and said, " ))
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Post by Dina Doo on Jun 18, 2016 12:06:10 GMT -8
"I hope I was the one who would sneak cookies behind your mother's back," Gabriel muttered quietly. He closed his eyes again. It must have been the small body he was in because he felt tired despite it already being night. Or maybe it had something to do with the emotional strain of visiting his daughter's grave. Who knew? "Timothy, if I didn't want to know you, I would have left some time ago. I know you're nervous, but I'm very happy I was given the chance to meet you." The older ketsuki smiled lightly. "Now I feel bad for never knowing I had a son."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jun 18, 2016 14:39:07 GMT -8
Timothy shook his head and said, "It's not your fault… although," his cheeks heated. "As I understand it, making a child is a two person job and I… ah, anyways," he wanted to die. Internally. He wanted to take those words back, before his father processed them. Quickly, he added, "To think we've been working in the same organization and never ran across another." His brow bent and he let out a soft breath and gently adjusted Malcolm. His arms were burning, just a bit. "And if I hadn't…" He shook his head and said, "Sorry. You probably don't want to talk about those bastards right now." Perhaps, if Dina wanted, they were out of the graveyard and in a small town. He glanced around them before heading towards the inn he usually stayed at. "Where… where do you plan on going now?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Jun 19, 2016 15:29:58 GMT -8
Gabriel found a small smile curling his lips; Timothy reminded him of himself when he was younger. Always nervous, always unsure of the things he was saying. In a way, it was almost endearing. It was extremely adorable too. "I'm not quite sure. But it would be wise to take some time off. I'm in no position to help anyone at the moment anyway. If my friend is still in the area, perhaps we could drop by for a visit. I think he would like to meet you." And gods above he hoped Clyde wasn't there. The very thought of that damn noble caused his small smile to disappear and a deep frown took its place. "And I think you deserve some time off as well."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jun 19, 2016 17:12:39 GMT -8
"Friend?" Timothy echoed--and then quickly feared that he sounded too surprised. Of course his father had friends. His father was very old. A blush filled his cheeks. It wasn't like Timothy had friends. Honestly. His sister and Alan were his only friends. "Oh, um... maybe." Timothy sighed. "I don't like doing jobs looking so young--or really looking so young." Then he winced. "But you're younger. Um... who... who is this friend? How do you know him?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Jun 20, 2016 8:29:33 GMT -8
"His name is Kaleb McCarther," the small child mumbled. He fought hard to resist the urge to bury his face into Timothy's chest. Instead, Gabriel settled with lulling his head against Malcolm, if that were possible. "And, now that I think about it, the circumstances of which we met are quite unclear, (only because Dina can't quite recall them). I think I found him alone somewhere, mourning the loss of some close companion of his. So I took him under my wing for some time and took care of him. Do you have any friends, Timothy?" He wasn't taunting his son over the fact that Gabriel had friends, but he was honestly curious and Gabriel felt the need to learn as much as he could about Timothy. As if it was some way he could make up for years of neglect.
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