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Post by tristram elgar myrick on Aug 9, 2022 19:45:40 GMT -5
 Tris wobbled when his feet slammed to the ground, but ultimately retained his footing. He shook his head, trying to clear the lingering dizziness from spinning from halfway around the globe. He squinted at the clock, quarter to nine, but in London it was morning versus the late afternoon he’d left behind in Sydney- though the weather wouldn’t agree with the assessment. Precipitation that couldn’t decide if it was rain or snow beat an icy cadence against the window panes in the portkey office where Tristram had arrived, poured forth by dark clouds, no hint of where the sun might be. It was dreary, downright depressing, but it was home. Home. Having spent so many years in a shuffle of foster homes, psych wards, hostels, couches of more charitable friends, Tristram had forgotten what it felt like. “Ffycin uffern,” Tris muttered under his breath, the Welsh bouncing off his tongue as easily as the day he’d left the country, the continent, behind. Weary from travel, from transience, from trials, from abuse, from life in general, Tris shuffled behind the other arrivals from Sydney to the queue at the customs officer’s desk. He shoved his hands in his pockets, swearing he could already feel the chill through his clothes. Not only had the time changed, but the season as well- it had been bloody boiling in Sydney. He had come back here completely empty-handed, not wanting to risk Brandon’s wrath to collect the few belongings he had before he fled. Tristram had his wand, the clothes on his back, a half-empty lighter from the petrol station, and, blissfully, a crumpled pack of smokes with four left. His brain was screaming for the nicotine. Tris laughed in the officer’s face when his turn was up, and the portly, grouchy man demanded if he had anything to declare. He spread his arms, displaying his lack of luggage, of anything, really. “Just my own arse, mate,” Tris said. His snark earned him a patdown for his efforts, and the confiscation of the lighter and cigs. But with pockets fully emptied he was finally released into the UK. Farid, who had funded his flight from the situation at home-but-not-home, said he was going to pick him up, but as Tris came down the corridor, a whole group of familiar scents met his nose. His breath nearly caught in his throat. He hadn’t thought he would see any of them ever again… His own actions almost assured that he wouldn’t. Tris scratched absently at the bandage hidden beneath the sleeve of his hoodie, a matching one itched just the same on the opposite arm, but he wasn’t thinking on that, not when he saw them. His siblings, the ones he considered his real ones rather than the blood brother he was sacrificed for. “O fy duw, is it really you? All of you?” Tris breathed to the group, grinning so widely his cheeks hurt, while simultaneously feeling a sharp sting in his eyes. This had been a long time coming. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by dara zaneta reyes on Aug 10, 2022 20:25:54 GMT -5
“ Dara felt like her skin was on fire.
It was an odd sensation, and one she wouldn't have been able to describe to anyone even if she'd wanted to. She was jittery and couldn't sit still, and couldn't sleep, either. Work was almost impossible and she had reorganized her only-recently organized spice cabinet the night before. A thousand different thoughts ricocheted through her head at any given moment, and no amount of meditating or deep breathing exercises helped.
Ever since she'd heard the news, she had been filled with a giddy sort of feeling, something that lay somewhere between anxiety, excitement, and... hunger? She should have eaten breakfast that morning, but that didn't matter now.
Her last brother was coming home.
When Farid had told her that Tristram was on his way to London, all the way from Australia, Dara had been sure she was dreaming, or that she was just making up the scenario in her head. She'd done quite a lot of that when she was younger, when she was a scared little girl in the basement of the orphanage in Buenos Aires. Sometimes it had been her mother and father finding her and taking her home, but almost always they had revolved around this: her family, her brothers and her, back together again. She had never thought it would come true, never dared to believe those were anything more than fantasies.
Finding Ronan and Farid had been a wish come true, but to hear that Tristram was returning to them was the icing on the cake. They were going to be together again. After more than sixteen years, her family was going to be whole again.
Dara had met Farid and Ronan for breakfast before going to the Ministry. Tristram was supposed to arrive at half-past nine, though by 8:45 Dara had been anxiously foot-tapping, nervously fidgeting with anything and everything within reach. By the time they arrived at the Ministry, she was practically about to jump out of her skin, picking at her cuticles and bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited.
And then he was there.
She couldn't see him at first, but she would have known his scent from anywhere. In the same way she had known Ronan's that day she walked into Mr. Mulpepper's, or when she stood at Farid's door, she smelled Tristram long before she saw him. His scent was ingrained in her bones, in the farthest reaches of her memory where her brain lingered far too often. She would know it from anywhere. By the time he rounded the corner and came into sight, Dara could already feel the tears gathering at the corner of her eyes.
“O fy duw, is it really you? All of you?”
That was all it took. Dara let out a strangled, sudden little inhalation of breath, something between a sob and a gasp. At last the tears that threatened to escape had their moment, tracing down her face as she rushed forward, throwing her arms around Tris' neck. She closed her eyes tightly and held onto him, not even noticing the way he flinched before returning the hug. He was about her height, which was a nice change; Ronan and Farid both towered over her.
"Tris," Dara whispered at last, letting out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. "Dios mio, I can't believe you're here."
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Post by ronan zhang on Aug 31, 2022 22:46:24 GMT -5
 | tell me once again, I could have been anyone else i want to feel the fire that you kept from me
The past year for Ronan had been a whirlwind of up and downs. Between getting a new job working for the former Dark Lord, being promoted and subsequently becoming the owner of the shop when Su Bin disappeared. On top of that, since coming back to London, the only place he’d never have expected them to return, Ronan had run into his family. Not the family that had given birth to him, he had no idea where they were anymore and he was almost afraid to find out, and honestly why would he bother? He’d been a child, nothing more than a baby when he was turned at not even five years of age, yet they’d cast him out without a second thought. He was nothing to them once he’d become tainted, no longer a member of the family, no longer a human worthy of their respect. No, Ronan had come back to a family not of his own choosing or making, but one that meant the world to him nonetheless.
The first had been Farid, who had crossed paths with him one rainy afternoon in september. It had been completely out of the blue, on a day when Ronan had been feeling more ill than what was typical. Yet being in the presence of his brother, a man he had missed for more years than they’d even been together had all but taken away the pain and discomfort. Despite having been back in London for over a year, it was the first time that he’d felt like he’d come back home. Farid wrapped his arms around him, took care of him and made him feel loved in ways he hadn’t in years. And then along had come Dara, wandering into his shop out of the blue. She’d taken his breath away and their reunion had had him in tears, to know that his sister was safe and taken care of. So when Farid had told him that he’d heard from Tristram, the last member of what was left of their little family, it had almost felt like fate. They were meant to be together again.
He was not doing well the morning they were meant to fetch Tristam, of course that was more common than not these days. His meetings with Claire to get himself treated had not been nearly as frequent as they should be, but he’d had more important things to worry about. He didn’t tell Farid, of course, he knew his brother would have made him stay home and rest, however he’d rather pass out on the floor of the Ministry than miss out on the opportunity to see his brother again, which was how he found himself sitting on a bench just outside the Floo arrivals while Farid and Dara paced nervously in front of him as they waited.
He smelled Tris before he saw him. He could forget a face, especially after sixteen years and a hell of a lot of growing up. Tris didn’t look the same as he had when they’d parted, none of them did. But the scent was unmistakable, despite being tainted with the sharpness of blood. Dara was already rushing towards him as Ronan got to his feet, gripping the seat for a moment as the world spun, just long enough to collect himself and approach the pair, though he did not go in for a hug. For one he didn’t want to push Dara away, and for another he didn’t need Tris to feel his ribs just yet.
“Who else would it be, man?” He teased lightly, tilting his head to the side slightly with a small smile. “We missed you Tris, I can’t believe we’re all together again.”
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Post by farid amit karim on Sept 6, 2022 22:34:37 GMT -5
love is so short, forgetting is so long.
| Reunions were always rather emotional events, which was especially true where Dara was involved, as she tended to be the most emotional out of the group and cried at just about everything. It was no surprise that reuniting with Tristram had brought forth some serious emotions, though, as Farid himself was feeling a little misty eyed upon seeing their long lost brother in front of his eyes like this, alive and only a little dinged up from what they could see. He smiled at Tris from the back of the group while the other two hugged and fawned over him, knowing just what he had saved the other from, and grateful that he could bring him back to a family who loved him more than anything. It was nice to have him back, to be amongst people who wanted nothing more than to make sure that he was okay, even though they were all far from being okay themselves lately. The state of the world was troublesome, of course, but at the very least, they were all together now.
"It's good to see you, kid," Farid said at least, a teasing lilt to his voice as he reached up to ruffle Tris' hair and an equally as teasing grin to match. He really was happy to see his brother, Farid was a very family oriented man, and it brought him great measures of joy to have his family together again like this. "You're too skinny, though, means I have to feed you bunch of freeloaders." He rolled his eyes, pretending he hated the idea of them all having dinner at his place, but they all knew that was far from the truth. There was nothing, save for a few things, that Farid liked more than cooking a big meal. "Sound good to you lot?"
Farid butted in and wrapped his arms around Tris and Ronan, including both of them as a subtle way to make sure Ronan was stable enough for the time they would spend walking back to Farid's car. As always, they would take the scenic route so that he could figure out what to cook, and he could torture Dara and Ronan by giving Tris the lowdown on everything he'd missed out on. |
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Post by tristram elgar myrick on Sept 10, 2022 15:22:12 GMT -5
It was Dara who closed the gap first. Without a word she had practically sprinted to Tris, and flung her arms around his neck. For a second, he froze. Logically, he knew that Dara, the girl who had cried when he squished a bug in front of her, wouldn’t hurt him. But the logical part of his brain worked more slowly than the primal part. The primal part saw a swinging fist before it would see open arms. But after that split second flinch, that brief spike of panic, Tristram melted into it, holding Dara gently, but closely. The barely closed wounds on each forearm stung against the friction, but he didn’t care. The questions, the interrogations, would come at some point, but for now he was content to revel in the joy. His family. Here. “Tris, dios mio, I can’t believe you’re here.”Dara spoke just as softly as he remembered. “Not sure how much I believe it myself,” Tris echoed, giving her a little squeeze as their brothers finally approached. Ronan and Farid had gotten tall in the years they’d been apart, Tris almost needed to tip his head back to look up at them in order to make eye contact. “Who else would it be, man? We missed you Tris, I can’t believe we’re all together again.”Incredulousness was apparently the mood of the day. “Fuck if I know, mate, the king or something?” Tris quipped in an equally playful tone, “get over here, man.” He let Dara go to embrace Ronan next, just as carefully as he had their sister, not so much due to his arms, but as he got closer something seemed… off about Ronan. Like he wasn’t well. Tristram didn’t pry, however, he himself hadn’t been well in a long while, his ailment was just in his head rather than in his body. If Ro wanted to explain, he would. For now they could just be, and that was fine with him. Farid brought up the rear of the reunion procession, smiling easily. “It’s good to see you, kid. You're too skinny, though, means I have to feed you bunch of freeloaders. Sound good to you lot?"Tris snorted, pretending to make a show of putting his mussed hair back in place. The quip on his weight was likely deserved, cigs and drugs and most of his money going to fuel his ex’s drinking habits hadn’t left much in the fridge the past few years. “Oi come off it, Mum. And you’re not excused from a hug, either,” Tris said back, moving now to hug Farid. He hugged his oldest brother perhaps the tightest, as if he could somehow press the gratitude in his heart into the man by doing so. Farid had saved him in more ways than one. But now wasn’t the time for such matters. “Sounds brilliant, though,” Tris added, now with the hugs out of his system he impatiently dabbed his eyes. Home. He was home. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by dara zaneta reyes on Sept 15, 2022 11:59:53 GMT -5
“ “Not sure how much I believe it myself,”
Dara let out a breathy little laugh, holding tight to Tris for a second more before she let go and stepped aside. He was definitely not the reckless kid she had known as a child, but at the same time he looked exactly the same. This was her brother. The same one she had saved magazine scraps of dragons for for years, tucked into the journal of letters for her family she had never been able to send. She could practically see the gangly little 10 year old standing before her, like not a day had passed.
At last, though, Dara stepped aside, letting her other brothers greet Tris.
“Who else would it be, man? We missed you Tris, I can’t believe we’re all together again.”
“Fuck if I know, mate, the king or something? Get over here, man.”
When Ronan stepped aside, letting Tris greet Farid, Dara moved to stand next to him, looping her arm through his lightly without a word. It was as much a comfort to her as a reassurance that he was okay. Her brother looked distinctly unwell, though he had since they had been reunited. She couldn't decide if he looked worse than the day they had reunited or not.
"It's good to see you, kid. You're too skinny, though, means I have to feed you bunch of freeloaders. Sound good to you lot?"
“Oi come off it, Mum. And you’re not excused from a hug, either. Sounds brilliant, though.”
Dara would have been happy to stand and listen to her brothers talk all day, if that was what the day had in store for her. The mere sight of all four of them together was enough to make tears spring to her eyes. Her family was whole again, at least as whole as it was ever going to be. She had her brothers back, and she was intent on not letting them go.
"Food sounds divine," Dara confirmed with a little nod of her head. She hadn't been able to stomach much for breakfast, but now that Tris was actually here her nerves had decreased a good bit, leaving the gnawing of a hungry stomach in its wake. And she would never pass up a homecooked meal but Farid, who she had learned was a fantastic cook along with still giving the best hugs and being the best big brother she could ever want. "What's on the menu at Restaurante de Karim today, hmm?"
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Post by ronan zhang on Dec 20, 2022 17:34:32 GMT -5
| tell me once again, I could have been anyone else i want to feel the fire that you kept from me
A wave of relief washed over Ronan as Farid wrapped his arms around his shoulders. It was a small gesture, one that could easily be passed off as an inconspicuous show of affection between the brothers, yet the stabilising force of it was comforting. It was nice to know that Farid wouldn’t let him fall on his ass if he got hit by a wave of dizziness, at least not today. He was sure Tristam would pick up on plenty about the hot messes that were his siblings now that he was back in town, but now was not the moment for that.
For now, Ronan wanted to sit down with his family and hear everything that his brother had been up to in their years apart. He wanted to know where he’d been, what had happened to him, how Farid had managed to find him, and everything in between. There was a small part of him that also wanted to know why his brother smelled like old blood, but he would not pry. They all had their secrets, the weights they carried alone and did not want the others to share. He would not begrudge his brother for his secrecy.
“If we are going back to Farid’s for food, I want him to make that hummus that he made last week,” He interjected, diverting his attention from Tris only for a moment to put in his request for the menu. The good thing about having a brother as forcefully caring as Farid meant that any time he even remotely indicated that he wanted to eat, he was almost guaranteed to get his way.
He turned to Dara with a little smile as the group began to slowly shuffle their way out of the Ministry. He would not lie and say he wasn’t happy to be out of there, there was something offputting about being in a government building that did not care about their continued existence. Perhaps that was why he looked to Dara, an endless source of optimism against the bleak background of London’s current state.
“So Tris, why don’t you tell us about what you’ve been up to? I’m sure there’s been at least one interesting thing that’s happened in the past sixteen years.”
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