Midnight Stroll [ADRIAN]

[ECHO FENELIA GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. No matter how many times Echo snuck out of the Gryffindor tower, past ghosts and teachers and prefects, she could never really relax about it. It wasn’t as though she snuck out every night, and it definitely wasn’t like she was one of those students who roamed the castle in the middle of the nights just to wreak havoc… she had a conscience, and knew that she shouldn’t be sneaking around in the dead of night, let alone at least once a week. Rules were in place for a reason, after all. The professors had the best interests of the students in mind when they made rules, and Echo felt bad about breaking them… really, she did. But she so often found it so hard to sleep in her dorm room, silent but for the steady breath of her dormmates. Whereas most people might find that soothing, Echo always found the silence disturbing… like there should be at least some noise in the room. The chirp of a cricket, perhaps, or the sound of snapping twigs in a forest… anything to break the eerie silence. Like always, after about a half hour of lying awake in her bed Echo gave up. She knew sleep would not come as long as she remained trapped inside the dorm room. She needed to get out; literally out. She needed to go outside. She pulled the thick covers down from her small body and slipped off of her bed, moving as quietly as she could to get out of her nightgown and into a long sleeved purple shirt and jeans. No one in her dorm room stirred. They never did… teenage girls could sleep like the dead. Right before hurrying out of her room and down the stairs she grabbed a maroon wool sweater, hand knitted by her grandmother, and wrapped it around her waist. It was, after all, November, and though the snow fall of a few days earlier had melted in the warmer temperatures that day, she was sure the evening would be more than a little bit chilly. It was only in the last year or so that Echo had begun sneaking out of the Gryffindor tower in the evenings. It was in the beginning of her third year when the restlessness had come on many nights, though never as bad as the days around the full moon… she shuddered to think of what would come in the next week, which held the full moon. She hated that time of month… sometime in the next few days she’d go see Seyton. For the last year he had been happily supplying her with powerful sleeping draughts to get her through the three nights around the full moon. They didn’t cure all of the anxiety and stress and emotions around then, but at least they helped. Echo had a set path through the corridors of Hogwarts. She'd travelled down it often enough in the last year. Turn a corner here, skip that corner there, lurk around this corner until she was sure no teachers were around... it was probably about two in the morning, so even most, if not all, of the teachers were resting in their beds by now despite the fact that Echo was wide awake, so she didn't run into any trouble. Before she knew it she was out in the open fresh air outside of the castle, making her way across the grass while staring up at the night sky, alone in the world. It was a pretty beautiful evening out; only a few wisps of clouds here or there, the moon hanging in the sky, and thousands of stars visable in the sky overhead. She could make out some of her favorite constellations... it seemed like a good night to star gaze. The forbidden forest was usually her destination for her midnight endeavours, but that just didn't seem fair this evening. Why block out her view of the beautiful stars with trees, however comforting the scent and atmosphere of the forest was to her? Before the Gryffindor girl knew it she was making her way onto the Quidditch pitch, the huge field surrounded by empty bleachers. She made her way to the middle of the field, bunched up her sweater, and lay it on the ground. A moment later, with a small sigh, she followed it, using the sweater as a pillow as she lay on her back, breathed in the crisp cool air, and gazed up at the beautiful display in the sky above. She lifted an arm and traced out constellations in the sky, muttering their names to herself as she went, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. words, outfit, whatever you want

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[ADRIAN HUNTER GREYBACK]

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you've torn your dress

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your face is a mess

It wasn’t unusual for Adrian to be out so late at night. Sleep had never come easily to him. Could it have been that he had a guilty conscience or that Adrian was in a constant state of anticipation? No, neither was the case. Quite simply Adrian felt that the night shouldn’t be squandered away with something as useless as sleeping. What was its purpose but to make a person dream, rest their body and mind? Those were weaknesses, and besides that he had never been able to dream, whether it be sweet visions or frightening apparitions- there was only darkness to be greeted with and he got enough of that in his waking hours. It would have been impossible to go without sleep, but Adrian was prone to waiting until the wee hours of the morning, four o’clock or so on a typical day, to even bother crawling into bed.

This afforded him the luxury of exploring while others were snuggly tucked away in their dormitories. How unfortunate that must be, wasting away in a cushiony bed, letting your mind indulge in things that would never come to pass. It was a big teas and Adrian had no use for it. Where some might have been afraid to be outside alone at night, he looked the danger head on. The forbidden forest, the whomping willow, any other site of potential danger was ventured without so much as the tiniest increase in pulse. He was brave, not just brave but also brazen. His father had taught him not to fear, but to be the things that others feared and Adrian would be damned if he was going to let him down.

He had just spent the better part of the night in the forest. To pass the time Adrian was honing his skills, listening with great intensity to the sounds around him in an attempt to identify the creatures that made them and see with his mind’s eye what they were doing at any moment. His other senses were also put to the test. The sense of smell helping him find a little stream that ran through the wood. Adrian was always trying to better himself. Deep down he knew that Zmeyette would always be Fenrir’s favourite, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to do everything in his power to make it Zmey work for it. It should have been easy, being the baby of the family and the only male that was worthy of the Greyback name. That wasn’t the case though. Fenrir didn’t hand out affection like other parents, just like respect, it had to be earned.

Tiring of the woods Adrian meandered his way, for some reason or another, to the Quidditch pitch. Slightly climbing the steps of the bleachers he noticed a familiar scent in the air. That of his sister, Echo. Rather than immediately going down to greet her though Adrian took a seat in the Slytherin section leaning forward to rest his arms on the ledge. He had seen her out before just wasn’t much for socializing, especially at night. Adrian still wasn’t sure about Echo. She was too… sweet for his liking, but he liked Valerie. That could have had something to do with her being like a mum to him for all his life though. Watching his sister trace the constellations Adrian started to become restless. Maybe it would be a good idea to go down there and talk to her.

With that in mind Adrian slowly stood, lingering in the bleachers for a few more moments as he debated with himself. Would it be worth his time? But then what else was he going to do for the rest of the night, or at least the next two hours? With that predator stealth of his Adrian made his way down the steps and across the pitch to where Echo was laying. Should he smile, ask how she was? Adrian’s lips twitched up attempting to be friendly, after all Echo had never done anything to cross him, but the gesture came out awkward, lopsided and half sneering. “My favourite is Canes Venatici.” Adrian announced, ironic as his preferred constellation was. No hello, how are yous, tonight.

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[ECHO FENELIA GREYBACK]

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[ADRIAN HUNTER GREYBACK]

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you've torn your dress

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your face is a mess

The smile on Echo’s face seemed so effortless. That must have come with growing up differently than he had. Valerie was like a mum to him, she always had been, but it wasn’t exactly the same. Talking back to her was sort of a sibling right, whereas respect was demanded in regards to his father, and Zmeyette’s mother. Adrian was sure that if he had a mother the same principle would apply. Not only that but there was something to be said about happiness. Not that Adrian wasn’t happy, just the things that made him happy were terribly skewed. Adrian put a little more effort into his own smile doing his best to negate the awkwardness that laced it, his muscles relaxing, taking the pressure off of himself to impress Echo since there really was no need for it.

He wasn’t being stereotypical in his preference. Adrian liked that specific constellation because it spoke to him. There was nothing really spectacular about the constellation, it contained no bright stars, was rather small, and the significance in of was slim in comparison to some of the other, better known constellations. In a way Adrian likened it to himself. Other than Echo he was the smallest Greyback, the youngest too. In other families that might mean that he would shine the brightest, be noticed more often, but that wasn’t the case. Zmeyette was Fenrir’s shining star, and because Adrian was as loyal and dutiful to his father he was often overlooked in the man’s campaign, his other, more stubborn children, currently Jasper, taking precedence. That kind of woe is me crap was better suited for Jasper though, always running to Seyton to weep about daddy being mean to him like the weakling that he was. It wasn’t fair but Adrian had learned and accepted a long time ago that fairness was non-existent.

He wasn’t the type to share his feelings though and when Echo dismissed his comment playfully Adrian kept his mouth shut on the matter. What was he going to do? Spill his guts to her? No, not figuratively or literally. “Well that’s nice too.” Perhaps it also had to do with the fact that the dogs were supposedly currently hunting in the sky, it appealed to his call of the wild nature. Without ceremony Adrian took a seat in the chilly grass next to Echo leaning forward to wrap his arms around his knees.

“This insomnia stuff is a real pain, huh?” Truthfully, when it came to casual, polite conversation he wasn’t very good at it. Insults and snarky remarks were more Adrian’s forte. With his other siblings it was necessary as they really didn’t seem to like him, and when it came to Zmeyette, it was all business with her, then Valerie, as doting as she was, Adrian had never been much for those heart to hearts. It was sad that he didn’t know all that much about Echo. She, unlike some, was willing to at least try with him rather than resorting to picking on him. At the moment, considering she hadn’t done anything to enrage him, Adrian didn’t want to have to throw down with her to make it clear that he wasn’t to be treated that way. He had already shown Faol, at least he had in his own mind. It was safe to say that Adrian even liked Echo.

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[ECHO FENELIA GREYBACK]

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[ADRIAN HUNTER GREYBACK]

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you've torn your dress

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your face is a mess

Maybe he should have been working Echo right at that moment, lacing hidden meanings in everything that he said or trying to sway her opinions in one way or another, but he wasn’t. Echo hadn’t grown up like him. She had been off in some remote country setting with a pair of old folks telling her bedtime stories and baking her cookies, or that was the image that had always been in Adrian’s mind when it came to thinking about how she had grown up. He had never thought to ask to see if it was accurate or not though. Should he have? The only reason that Adrian should have cared was if it would help him manipulate Echo, twist her beliefs so that Fenrir’s vision would appeal to her. With the right wording and patience anything was possible, that was why some people could be tricked into cults and the like, the only problem with that was Adrian wasn’t yet that talented with it. Sure he could twist some beliefs but it depended more upon how weak-minded a particular individual was than his skill.

It could prove to be beneficial to know what Echo liked and/or disliked. The fact that she saw a sunny side to her insomnia, for example, told Adrian a thing or two about how he might, one day, use that to his advantage. But that wasn’t what was on his mind now. His dad would have been irritated that he was letting an opportunity pass him by, but on the other hand, if he started to have motive with Echo right now, it was liable to be recognized and then where would he get? Seyton and Jasper had probably warned her about him, claimed that he was some vicious little daddy’s boy that only cared about blood and carnage, which they were right, mostly, but there were other things that Adrian cared about. Neither brother had ever taken an interest in actually getting to know him. It wasn’t completely their fault it wasn’t as though Adrian was the easiest person to get along with he had plenty of flaws.

“I never relax.” He informed her. Despite all the opportunities to do so he was far too restless to do something like that. Even now when all he seemed to be doing was sitting there talking with her, Adrian wasn’t restful. He was thinking, worried, angry, agitated, all sorts of emotions swirling around inside of him never giving him a single moment to just take a deep breath and relax. It was hard enough being a teenager, but add being a half-werewolf, and it was a recipe for disaster. Adrian did like control, but most of it was nothing more than a façade to keep people from thinking he was weak, being the youngest in the family he had enough trouble with that. The last thing he needed was for anyone, especially not Fenrir, to even so much as suspect that he wouldn’t be able to cut it as a full werewolf.

“I’ve never been able to sleep well, or in most cases at all.” That didn’t just have to do with him being part werewolf though. Every time Fenrir had taken off leaving him under Valerie’s care he had always worried if whatever it was that he was heading out to do would be the thing that would kill his dad finally. Fenrir associated with a lot of dangerous people. But he was the strongest person that Adrian knew, his idol even. The only other person that came close was Rhea, but there was nothing more important to Adrian than his dad. He had the loyalty and unconditional love that every child had for their parent. “Growing up around werewolves though, the side effects were more easily spotted. They flare up in stressful or significant points in your life. I was supposedly really bad with the side effects when I was two I kept trying to bite people.” It went off and on until recently. “Once I hit puberty though is when things got more predominant.”

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[ECHO FENELIA GREYBACK]

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[ADRIAN HUNTER GREYBACK]

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you've torn your dress

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your face is a mess

The thing about never relaxing not being any fun was that Echo seemed to have far different ideas of what entailed fun than he did. For Adrian, letting out his aggression was oodles of fun. It was the only thing that really made him smile whole-heartedly, however psychotic that might have been, besides his family- most specifically when he got any sort of praise from them. Valerie could always be counted on to make him feel good about himself. She had a major soft spot and always had. There were times when Adrian had to wonder where that came from. She grew up around Fenrir too and had the same necessity to make him proud but the maternal side was so affectionate. What if it over ruled the wolven tendencies one day? That notion worried him.

“I don’t doubt that it helps, it’s just not for me apparently.” He wondered how much he should tell Echo. She had always seemed to be close to Seyton and Jasper, two of the siblings, which Adrian had never been able to get along with. So would it have been safe to tell her anything too personal without her mentioning it to either brother? From what he could tell of Echo, she was someone that could be trusted, would keep confidences. “I worry about dad too much to relax. When he’s off doing… the things that he does, I have to just sit at home or I’m here and I can’t help watch his back.” It was silly for him to even begin to think that he was big or bad enough to be much help to Fenrir on his outings, but an extra pair of eyes never hurt and Adrian’s loyalty to his father was so true and fierce that he was willing to jump in harm’s way if need be. It was this sureness that always had him questioning why his other siblings could just deny their father like they did. Did they have no sense of honour?

Seyton and Jasper surely would have scoffed at the idea of Adrian having honour, but just because it was different than what they thought didn’t mean that it was wrong. What was Echo’s take on the subject he wondered? She was pretty keen on giving him the benefit of the doubt, which Adrian wasn’t yet sure if Echo would regret or not. He hadn’t gotten that far really. Her question as to what it was like to be a full werewolf intrigued him. Whether it was simple curiosity or a potential desire to become one didn’t matter. Adrian still viewed it as a good sign. At least Echo wasn’t turning her nose up at it or was disgusted by the idea of it. Curiosity was always good in his book. It gave you something to capitalize on. Not that Adrian was currently in the market to do so, but it was something to keep in mind.

“At first it is worse. You’re body is adjusting to the changes and it makes you a bit muddled. Everything it sharper, your senses as well as your bloodlust, but with time it gets better and there aren’t as many fluctuations in your symptoms. You have better control of yourself given the time and practice to learn how.” It all depended on an individual really, as most things in life did. If you had the will power you usually were better off than someone of a weak mind. “I mean look at dad, he’s the strongest werewolf I’ve ever met and his control is astounding. And he doesn’t cut any corners like some by taking the wolfsbane potion.” Adrian nodded proudly.

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[ECHO FENELIA GREYBACK]

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Years could feel like decades when you were fretting over someone that you cared for. Fenrir would have told him much the same thing if Adrian had ever been stupid enough to tell him about his concerns. But that sort of emotional responses were best kept to yourself. Those that posed a threat to you were always seeking weaknesses out. It was why Fenrir didn’t go around making it obviously known that he cared about his children or Zmeyette’s mum for that matter. But Adrian knew that he cared about him. Fenrir cared about all of his children, otherwise why would he make such an effort to bring them into the pack when he could have gone with any easier method of gaining more members by changing and recruiting those that were willing. Seyton and Jasper failed to realize that all Fenrir wanted was for them to be an actual family, be with one another on the same page so that tensions weren’t keeping them apart.

“I know.” Adrian muttered absently. But there was a blockage between rational and irrational thinking when it came to worrying about people that you cared about. He didn’t question his dad’s capabilities, but it still was a psychological nightmare to not know what was going on at any given time. It was doubtful that Adrian would be branching off on his own to indulge in a career separate from the plans that Fenrir had for him. The only thing that would have him getting a respectable job was if Fenrir needed someone on the inside, which Adrian would be more than happy to oblige his services in that case.

It was unfortunate that Echo had never had the pleasure of meeting their father. Whether she had met Fenrir or not though he was still her father, and could be, in a matter of time, considered her dad as well if she was receptive. What child wasn’t curious to know who their parents were? Adrian had never gotten the chance to meet his mother and never would but he was content with Fenrir and Zmeyette’s mum, not to mention Valerie- even if she was really his sister. “You’ll meet him soon enough. Quicker if he knows that you actually want to know him.” Adrian did hope that Echo would be happy to know Fenrir, it made it easier for him to be her brother without any hard feelings.

“That’s what a pack is for though. They help keep you tame enough and teach you whereas if you were to do it all on your own it would take much longer to figure things out.” With the powerful hand of Fenrir to guide them as full werewolves it would be a much quicker process in learning control. As their Alpha he had a certain natural power over them. No werewolf could be considered submissive because of their animal instincts but to submit to the Alpha’s will was common and made for a faster recovery of self.

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[ECHO FENELIA GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. “i know.” echo just sighed, because there was nothing else to say. how could she expect to calm the anxieties of a brother she hadn’t known existed until a few short years ago? sometimes she had to marvel at how naïve she’d been when she was younger… surely it couldn’t have been that hard to find out more about the greybacks? her grandparents had somehow allowed her to keep her name, though they’d tried to change her middle name that was so similar to her father’s by her mother’s design, so all it would have taken was a bit of childish sleuthing to neighbors, an inquiry or two of her last name, and she should have known all about her family. at the very least she should have known of her father and what he was. asking her grandparents was all she’d done, though, and if they were willing to try to change her name to erase fenrir’s impact on their lives they were certainly not willing to let her know about him. but greyback was such a well known name in the wizarding world thanks to her dad that if she’d found any of her grandparent’s friends and questioned about her dad she would have learned everything about her family, or nearly everything, years before she came to hogwarts. missed opportunities… too late to worry about them now. “you’ll meet him soon enough. quicker if he knows that you actually want to know him.” did she actually want to know him? the man was considered a monster by so many in the world… her own brother had warned her against him since her first year at the school… he was certainly known as one of the most powerful werewolves in the world, but he was also known as one of the most vicious. and she was just a little fourteen year old girl, with barely enough courage to stand up for herself (when her werewolf anger wasn’t shining through). fenrir could eat her alive… but he wouldn’t. he was her dad, and as stupid as seyton might think it to be echo did want to meet him. she wanted to get to know him on her own, not just through the words of every other damned soul in the world. she couldn’t keep living her life with impressions of her father burned into her brain by everyone else. she had to see and know for herself, and make her own judgements… yes, she definitely want to know fenrir greyback. how, though? she’d never seen him before. hell, she didn’t even know what the man looked like! there were minimal, and sometimes nearly non-existent, similarities in the looks of her and her siblings to go off of to imagine what their one common parent looked like. of course she was stupid, missing out the obvious. she had a direct link to their father right here with her, and two more within the castle in the slytherin commons room. if she so wanted… that could be how she could find her father. “do… do you speak to him often during school? i mean… is he around hogwarts at all when you and val and zmeyette are at hogwarts?” “that’s what a pack is for though. they help keep you tame enough and teach you whereas if you were to do it all on your own it would take much longer to figure things out.” a pack… something her father certainly had, along with her werewolf siblings (well… except for seyton). and in fenrir’s pack, it would probably be a lot easier for any greyback child to adjust. they would not only have the pack support needed to get through the change in their lifestyle, but they would have the family support around them constantly as well. that shouldn’t concern you, a nagging little voice in the back of her brain told her. it’s irrelevant. if her parents knew she was thinking about packs and being a full werewolf and everything with her family… she didn’t want to think of what they’d do. likely her grandfather would storm to the school tomorrow and pull her out, deciding to homeschool her or send her to beauxbatons or some wizarding school far away from the greyback influence. they shouldn’t have to worry… she was just curious, right? it was natural for any child to wonder about things… ”i guess you’d want to join yo- our dad, and zmeyette and val eventually, then?” 1011 words with code,.

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your face is a mess

It was always hard to pinpoint where their father was, which was a big part of the reason that he worried as much as he did. Fenrir didn’t check in with anyone until it suited him, not even Zmeyette’s mother. The worry that Adrian had was just as strong in him as it was in Ana, Valerie and Zmeyette. But with Jasper’s time having come around to be changed and the tournament giving Fenrir, and many others, reason to be near Hogwarts, Adrian did know that his father was near. He was probably at The Hog’s Head most nights or early mornings to be with Ana.

“I speak to him as often as I can.” Fenrir did like to know what Adrian had been up to, as well as all his children. In his own way Fenrir was a good father. He took great interest in his children. It was just that some would argue that the particular interest that he took, wanting to control their lives for example, wasn’t exactly healthy. What did the proverbial they know about it though? Different methods of child rearing were required for different circumstances. Under the circumstances that the Greyback’s were living by- Fenrir’s way seemed the most fitting to Adrian. “He’s around for the tournament and some family affairs at the moment. If you’d like I could find out when he’s free and set up a meeting. I’d even go with you if you wanted.” It wasn’t just to soothe Echo’s nerves, but because Adrian never passed up a chance to be around his father. Even if it was at a time where his attention would be divided.

He nodded eagerly. “Yeah, dad already said that he would do it, but it would have to be a-“ Adrian was just about to say after Jasper since he was older, but stopped himself just in time feigning a hiccup in order to not seem suspicious, hopefully. He wasn’t supposed to tell people what he knew about his father’s plans, not even his own siblings. With Zmeyette and Valerie it was usually fine because they already knew. He found it funny and slightly frustrating that he was finding it so easy to talk to Echo about these types of things. Adrian wanted her to be in on the family agenda, because she was family, but she hadn’t yet earned the trust that was required to be in the know. He had to remember that she was so close with Seyton and Jasper, especially Seyton as he was the one most likely to foil their father’s plans.

“-at an appropriate time.” Adrian finished after a beat. “Fifteen or sixteen would be better than right now though I wouldn’t mind it presently. I just know that changing me now would make it even harder since I am at that critical point in my life.” Explaining it to her would make his almost slip less noticeable he figured. Looking over at Echo he tried to picture what her sweeter disposition would be life as a werewolf. Adrian foresaw a slightly more temperamental nature lacing her personality, but nothing too drastic. What were her concerns with becoming a full werewolf, if it was something that Echo thought she might one day want? He was willing to talk about it if she wanted but not to bring it up. Those were things better left for their father to answer than him.

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[ECHO FENELIA GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. “i speak to him as often as i can.” of course. echo should have thought of that... with their father being their father, it must be pretty hard to track him down or come across him for any sort of a chat. it would be easy for him to avoid his children whenever they didn’t want to speak to him, but likely not the other way around. after all, his kids were stuck at hogwarts whereas he was free to roam the whole country if he wished. part of echo wondered why he’d never tried to seek her out. after all, she could always be found at hogwarts… but if she thought about it, she supposed she could understand. her older brothers, specifically jasper and especially seyton, had likely not planted too favorable of a vision of gryffindors in their father’s mind. he might have wanted nothing to do with her because he didn’t want another fighting child on his hands… he probably thought she wasn’t worth his time. as the thought crossed her mind the calm of the night faded for a moment and the girl found her hands clenching into fists as anger rushed through her at her gryffindor brothers of all people. who were they to dictate what she did and didn’t do? who were they to control her? she’d find fenrir whether seyton thought it was the right thing to do or not. if he’d already kept her from her dad for three whole years, she wasn’t going to let seyton keep her away from him for another damned day. “he’s around for the tournament and some family affairs at the moment. if you’d like i could find out when he’s free and set up a meeting. i’d even go with you if you wanted.” she appreciated the offer, though she didn’t think it was entirely for her sake, but knew she’d have to decline before she even considered it. “i think… i think it should just be me. sorry, adri, but i’ve never even seen a picture of him. i think i should be alone when i see him.” it just wouldn’t be right to have someone else intruding on her first meeting with her father, even if that person was her brother. less… personal, in a way, she supposed? it wasn’t meant to be a family reunion. well, she wasn’t sure what it was meant to be, she just knew that she wanted to know her dad. ”i would like to see him, though. really. it kind of sucks, not knowing a thing about your real parents…” every other one of her siblings that she knew of had at least some sort of relationship with one of their parents. zmeyette had her mom and father, val her father, adri his father, sey both parents (in a way), jasper his mother, faol his mother… she was the only one who had been raised away from any parental influence at all, and it rather sucked. old fashioned grandparents were no substitution that came with the connection that she imagined parents and children should have. “yeah, dad already said that he would do it, but it would have to be a-at an appropriate time.” of course echo noticed the little stutter and hesitation there, but she put it down to a typical teenage brain jumping from one idea to the other so quickly that words couldn’t follow clearly without a blip or two. adrian really seemed excited for it… but being a werewolf wasn’t a new idea to him. he’d grown up around full werewolves, as he’d said earlier. the concept wasn’t as unnatural as she’d been raised to think of it as by her grandparents, who she now realized had always been afraid of her having some connection to her real family and their blood. that was why they’d always cursed werewolves, and hated her mother’s devotion to her father, and never mentioned the teeny tiny fact that she had the potential to be a werewolf herself. they didn’t want to lose control on their ‘second daughter’, but wasn’t it every teenager’s instinct and duty to rebel against such controlling wishes? no. there was that little voice of reason, telling echo to get her head together. curiosity was fine, but she should seriously think of any such thing as being bitten until she had all information needed… “fifteen or sixteen would be better than right now though i wouldn’t mind it presently. i just know that changing me now would make it even harder since i am at that critical point in my life.” based on such an observation, all of their brothers and sisters should already be full werewolves, though echo knew jasper would never go for such a thing. the age range strangely reassured her that it was okay to calm down and not rush into thinking seriously about being a werewolf. she had time… really; she had as much time as she wanted. it wasn’t like she could be forced to ever become a full werewolf, right? ”yeah…” she commented with a slightly shaky laugh. ”i think kids our age have enough to worry about without werewolf changes and all that…” 1183 words with code,.

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”That’s understandable.” Adrian wasn’t going to get upset over it. He really did get where she was coming from, even if he wasn’t the most perceptive of beings. That was probably just one of those things that a person had to do themselves and make their own decisions and form their own opinions without the influence of someone else right there whispering in their ear. Aside from that, if it was company that Echo required it would probably need to come from someone that she knew better, and trusted more. Presently, that didn’t include Adrian. He had four years to get to know her and had squandered them much to his own misfortune. Maybe if he had befriended Echo in first year and spent a bunch of time with her like Jasper had then he would have a greater influence on her view point of Fenrir. As much as people didn’t like to admit it the fact remained that opinions were indeed influenced by the company that you kept.

Sometimes Adrian had wondered what his mother had been like. He had come up with a dozen or so possibilities but it was hard to tell what sort of woman she was when Fenrir’s taste varied as much as it did. Somehow his mind always went back to the ideal- someone like Ana. With as much as Fenrir loved her Adrian hoped that his mother had been the same. Just as strong and beautiful, smart and motherly, and that Fenrir had cared for her like he did Ana. Adrian would have wanted that for his mother. This was, of course, something that Adrian never mentioned to Fenrir- he didn’t inquire or hint at his curiosity because it didn’t matter. His mum had died giving birth to him and there was no sense in indulging in childish fantasies.

“I’ll see that you get your chance then.” He informed. Really their dad wasn’t as bad as some of his siblings said that he was. There were sides of Fenrir that were reserved for those that deserved to see them. Echo would be granted that- Adrian just knew it. She wasn’t like his brothers. She wasn’t disrespectful nor was she harboring some stupid grudge toward the man. After a moment Adrian smiled, one of those genuine ones that he withheld for those that he was closest with, the thought of what he was about to say bringing it out in him. “That’s what brothers are for.” He hoped that he would be able to say that to her again, after she met their dad, and mean it just as sweetly as he did now.

There were burdens to be dealt with at their age. That whole self-discovery bit was a hassle, even for someone as set in their ways as Adrian. Add transforming into a full werewolf on top of that and it was definitely a recipe for disaster. Now would have been a good time to figure out more about Echo, especially if she was going to be in their dad’s good fortune soon. Maybe she would even be able to spend Christmas with them! That thought excited Adrian, making him even more eager to set up the meeting. And what of the praise that he would get from their dad for sending Echo Fenrir’s way when she was so willing to meet him? But he was getting ahead of himself. Echo was there with him now he needed to make the best of a good situation. “What sorts of things do you worry about?”

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[ECHO FENELIA GREYBACK]

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“i’ll see that you get your chance then.” echo grinned at the same time as a wave of nervousness washed over her. so… it would actually happen. the guy who’d been nothing more but a shadowy mysterious figure in the edges of her ‘what if’ daydreams would actually meet her, and she could see for herself what sort of a man he was. she couldn’t imagine he was as terrible as seyton thought… no, sey had probably twisted the man and whatever made him hate fenrir so much around in his brain so many times that to him the scene seemed a million times worse than it was. it may have been a misunderstanding or… maybe just a father trying to look after his child, but the child didn’t understand. there just had to be more of an explanation to it than seyton’s belief that their father was just a cold blooded heartless monster. “that’s what brothers are for.” that... was rather unexpected. extremely so, actually, but echo didn’t try to hide the huge grin that spread across her face at his comment. had he ever said something like that before? she didn’t think so, which was part of what made her so happy that he felt comfortable saying it now. she very nearly wanted to fling her arms around him and hug him, but figured that might not go over too terrible well; a step towards a siblingly relationship too fast. so instead she just let her wide grin show how pleased she was. “thank you, adri!” “what sorts of things do you worry about?” echo shrugged, directing her gaze back up to the sky and tracing lines between the stars with her eyes, like a random game of connect-the-dots while she organized her thoughts. she knew he’d only meant the question in response to what she’d said, but taken out of context there could be so much more she might be able to tell him… things that she wouldn’t even be able to really tell jasper or seyton just because of their whole view on the big messed up greyback family. jasp and sey were nice… she loved them both, but she knew that they couldn’t really understand how she felt sometimes being so stuck all the time. really, her only relation who might understand her the most was valerie, but because of the age and house difference she didn’t see her youngest big sister as often as she might like to speak about such things. “you know… school. friends. drama. family. boys. school. family. more and more of the same…” she felt rather stupid, saying what could stress her out aloud. it all seemed so trivial to be honest, as though throwing ‘lycanthropy’ into the mix would make everything else as stressful as ants, but still manageable. such things seemed very important in a teenage girl’s life, though. she was just a victim of a day and age when everything revolved around friends or the latest cute boy to look your way or the latest injustice of homework piled on you by a professor. still, there were other things on her mind if your broadened what she could include as a worry for a kid her age, though it pretty much exactly specific to echo herself. she just didn’t quiet know if she should voice it. “adri…” her voice had suddenly become very quiet and timid, like she was afraid of the answer or perhaps afraid of actually asking the question that came to form on her lips, seconds away from being spoken. “our brother… seyton… he’s not… he’s not right, right?” it was a vague sort of question, but her concerns reached to everything seyton had told her. that being a werewolf was far more of a curse than a gift. that their father was even more of a monster than other werewolves. that fenrir was capable of nearly killing his own children. that he might turn on her in an instant if she disagreed with him... no matter how many times she told herself she needed to learn the truth first hand for herself and not let herself worry, she did. once a seed of doubt was planted in her mind it wouldn’t leave. it just grew and grew, watered and fertilized by every whispered negative word about werewolves or fenrir by anyone, including the brother she cared for so much. 1248 words with code,.

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you've torn your dress

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your face is a mess

He was awfully relieved that echo seemed so happy about him referring to himself as her brother. It was always hard to tell where his other siblings really stood with him. Some didn’t claim him at all and others it was subjective to the way that they felt at any given time. Adrian had been nervous that Echo would have turned her nose up at the idea of him calling himself her brother when really they weren’t close siblings. Wasn’t that a privilege that you earned with time and positive effort toward the subject? He might not have made it his business to torment Echo on a daily basis, but he hadn’t put much work into forming a real relationship with her- until now.

“You’re welcome.” He beamed back having to admit that he liked seeing her smile a lot more than he would have expected. Adrian was a month younger than she was but for some reason he had that big brother mentality with his sisters, and that seemed to include Echo now. When his siblings were nice to him he at least had the courtesy to return the gesture. It was true that he wasn’t the nicest of people. He was a mini Fenrir, with subtle differences and most definitely not as wise- but that did mean that if he could be kind to his family so could Fenrir. Sure he wouldn’t go around showering them with hugs and kisses, smothering them in a bunch of mushy affections, but he did hug Zmeyette and Valerie. Adrian had this idea that once Echo was gathered up into their dad’s arms she would feel the love that the girls did and everything bad that Seyton had ever said to her would melt away.

Adrian was a little shocked to hear that boys were a concern for her, though he shouldn’t have. He had reached that point in his life where girls were more noticeable to him. Hell he had a crush on Rhea for Melrin’s sake. Obvious Adrian knew that it was pointless, even if Rhea wasn’t a loveless, not to mention ruthless, nemesis she was still too old to even glance his way with that kind of relationship in mind. So why was it so jaw-dropping that Echo was concerned with boys? The only thing that he could think of was that he didn’t like the thought of just anyone being with his sister. There were standards, but she would learn all about that in time.

His body tensed when Echo’s tone dropped in such a coy manner. He had a feeling that she was about to say something that would put him on the spot and since the conversation had mostly revolved around werewolves and their father- Adrian was worried about what he might have to say to her. Should he be honest no matter what or sugar coat it so that she wasn’t turned away by whatever truth he was about to be asked to reveal? There were many things that Seyton wasn’t right about, as was true with everyone- no one was all knowing. But that wasn’t what Echo was really asking him and he knew it.

Turning his attention from the sky to look back to Echo, Adrian found himself chewing anxiously on the inside of his cheek. “He’s only right as it pertains to him. There was a misunderstanding between them and some things happened. But because of that one incident Seyton has hated our dad. He’s not all bad, no one is perfect… but to me there is no one more perfect than our dad.” Adrian and Seyton were complete opposites in this sense. Seyton degraded their father into a heartless person not worthy of respect where Adrian idolized his father. “We all see things in different degrees and I don’t think dad is any different. He hasn’t done you any wrong or me- you should just meet him yourself and form your own opinions.” Looking back to the stars Adrian sighed. “If my opinion has any weight with you I love dad. He has been good to me and I know that he cares no matter what anyone says.” He could have called Seyton out right then but he hadn’t.

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TAGGED ♦ Echo
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[ECHO FENELIA GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. “you’re welcome.” sure, echo had come out onto the quidditch pitch this evening looking for a bit of peace and quiet. generally peace and quiet did not involve running into someone else and striking up a conversation with them, but if there had ever been a shred of annoyance in echo at the ‘intrusion’ her brother had presented into her evening it had vanished by now. she and adrian had never been super close other than a few words here or there, probably much to do with their houses and the natural rivalry that existed there, but maybe that could change after this evening. she really did enjoy his company; he was nothing like she might have imagined from the things she’d heard from seyton of fen and that adri was a bit like a mini-fen. of course, echo never took what sey said at face value, but it was nice to be able to just sit and talk with one of her brothers… to be able to ask things and get straight answers instead of work-around responses that avoided answering at all, as she sometimes got when she mentioned lycanthropy to sey. who would have guessed that she’d find it easier tonight to talk to one of her lesser-known brothers than the guy she’d been speaking to regularly since her first few weeks at the school. “he’s only right as it pertains to him. there was a misunderstanding between them and some things happened. but because of that one incident seyton has hated our dad. he’s not all bad, no one is perfect… but to me there is no one more perfect than our dad. we all see things in different degrees and i don’t think dad is any different. he hasn’t done you any wrong or me- you should just meet him yourself and form your own opinion. if my opinion has any weight with you i love dad. he has been good to me and i know that he cares no matter what anyone says.” echo really had to admire her younger brother there. it would have been so simple for him to do what seyton did to their father, to put him down and try to persuade echo to not go near him because he ‘was polluting her mind with poison’. sey never used that tactic were siblings were concerned, but he far too often warned her away from fenrir whenever she raised questions wondering about him, which was why echo couldn’t really speak about their father anymore around him. it might have been all too easy for adri to just plainly state that seyton was a liar, perhaps jealous of the attention slytherin kids got from their father or just bitter over some feud that should have been over years earlier, but he didn’t. her brother’s stance was clear, but he had delivered it in a way that didn’t make her feel thrust in the middle of a battle like she so often did when seyton got a bit upset… she was really appreciative of that. she nodded slowly, playing with the crisp grass on the ground between her fingers again. “i believe you. i know sey’s very… opinionated. but i can’t see how it would be possible for our dad to be as terrible as he seems to believe… i just… i don’t like being thrust into his views. i want to make my own decisions.” echo was sure seyton only wanted to help her in his own way, but sometimes he made her just so angry… when she’d came to the school it had never been like that. seyton had never even really spoken of their father, more just being a big brother figure without mention of him at all. you know, joking, teasing, protective and always there for echo… it was only in the last few months that seyton had somehow gotten darker. echo wasn’t a child, she could tell that something was on her brother’s mind that made him suddenly so angry towards their dad, or willing to share that anger with her, but she just wished that if he couldn’t seem to relax about it and not drag her into his issues that he would at least tell her what was going on with him to induce the change from playful brother to the angrier, more subdued man he seemed to be now. she hurried on, realizing that she kind of sounded like she was attacking their eldest brother when she didn’t mean to. ”whatever happened between them should stay between them and no matter what seyton says i want to meet dad. i’m not letting him make me scared of my own father.” 1248 words with code,.

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Would it undo everything that he had just done in terms of admiration if Adrian mentioned anything negative about Seyton? It probably would especially since Echo had just said that she hated being thrust into Seyton’s views. That was sure to apply to anyone else’s as well. Having Echo see Seyton in a different light, one not so pleasant would help him be more appealing to her, but was it worth it to risk the seemingly positive view that she had had him presently? No doubt Seyton had made mention that Adrian wasn’t someone that Echo should be spending her time with. He truly was their father’s son, a damn near perfect duplicate in fact. Ideals were shared, personality traits allocated, even some facial expressions were damn near identical. Adrian had the same feral grin that Fenrir got when a dastardly thought crossed his mind. Over the many years of observing and admiring his father he was probably one of the only people who could tell what he was thinking at any given time. He hoped that it was the same for Fenrir. That was the type of bond that Adrian wanted with his father.

It was good to know that Echo wasn’t easily scared. Fenrir could be a little rough, but it was something that you just got used to. Adrian pursed his lips at the thought of what would happen if Echo and Fenrir didn’t get along. He didn’t like the thought of how it might affect their relationship. As nice as it would have been to have his own opinion of his siblings, it was too difficult. Adrian was so greatly influenced by his father that it was transference as to how he felt about those that opposed him, especially his siblings. He was taught that his father’s word was law, whether you agreed with it or not and it was something that he believed whole-heartedly and unflinchingly. Seyton holding a grudge against their father didn’t sit well with him because no matter the misdeed you couldn’t and shouldn’t disown your own father. It made Seyton an abomination.

“It’s a decent mentality.” Adrian admitted but it wasn’t for him. “I don’t really know Seyton.” He told her. There wasn’t much to know Adrian figured. Seyton had been a good son and then wavered and now he was some heart-sick pup would hated their dad, and everything that he stood for. Yet the irony was that it had to mean that Seyton hated himself too. He was a full werewolf after all, though he seemed to repress that side of him. How did a person do that? How much did you have to loath yourself to hide part of you away? Adrian didn’t pity him for it. That was his choice and his suffering and if he wanted to keep being that way then fine. It was stupid, but fine.

“I know he doesn’t like me though.” Adrian looked down at his propped up knees a look crossing his features to match the confused emotions that he was having about it. He shouldn’t have cared that Seyton didn’t like him. Adrian thought him an idiot, but at the same time he couldn’t help but feel angered by the fact that Seyton didn’t even give him so much as a second thought. Adrian was a lost cause to him, or so he was under the impression.

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TAGGED ♦ Echo
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[ECHO FENELIA GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. “i don’t really know seyton.” that made the gryffindor girl pause, thinking. she spoke a lot to seyton, but sometimes echo, too, had to wonder if she really knew him. she loved him, and knew he loved for her and would do anything for her, but her knowledge of him was limited. he didn’t speak of his past very often, which included whatever had happened to make him turn against their father, though it was clearly a very important event in his life. she knew he had been born before voldemort’s downfall simply because of his age, and she also understood that his mother had died when he was young, though he always considered her to be his parent rather than his adoptive parents who had raised him since. she knew he had been a gryffindor when he was at hogwarts, which explained his connection to herself and jasper quite nicely, and she knew that he had been born a werewolf. but all of those things… if she thought of it, they were details you might learn of someone after a few hours or even minutes of speaking to someone. they didn’t provide the sort of insight that a sibling should have into another, though she and he spoke often. in the last four years she’d tried to see him often enough to build up the sort of relationship they might have had if their family weren’t so split apart, and she’d felt it had worked… other than the fact that when she thought about it he was as much a stranger to her as some of her housemates. “i know he doesn’t like me though.” echo really didn’t know what she should say, if anything. she knew she didn’t want to get caught into the whole family issues affair, which might mean that she shouldn’t try to create peace between them because that was getting involve and nearly sure to go down the wrong path, but… she couldn’t help but think of how great it would be if they could all just get along for once. she knew sey wasn’t about to seek adrian out to speak to him, or zmeyette, and she was just as positive that neither of them would do the same to their eldest brother. if she could be that in between to make each realize that the others weren’t so terrible, shouldn’t she do something to at least attempt it? yeah, her attempts might crash and burn, but they would be better than just sitting here and nodding along to what her brother was saying, confirming his beliefs that he was hated by his big brother when echo didn’t think that was right at all. seyton definitely hated fenrir. she would never try to deny that or soften the reality of it. any ‘nice’ words the nurse had to say about the werewolf were covered behind thick layers of contempt at how stupid he could have been to have once believed that about their dad. but… he didn’t hate, or even dislike, their siblings. anything negative he ever had to say about adrian or zmeyette was always said in a sad sort of tone, especially when it came to adrian whenever he did happen to come up in their conversations. maybe because adrian was so much younger than zmeyette… echo knew that seyton realized he couldn’t change adrian’s mind, but that didn’t make him hate their brother… “how do you know that?”

[/b] she asked simply, with a small shrug. “has he ever yelled at you? tormented you? mocked you? adri, have you ever even really tried speaking to him?” the young part-werewolf tried to keep her tone light and gentle. sisterly. she wasn’t trying to attack him, as she doubted seyton had made too much of an attempt to prove to his littlest brother that he didn’t hate him, either. “i don’t think he hates you. actually, i know he doesn’t. he just…”[/b] she sighed. “he doesn’t want to get into the fights with you that he thinks would come because of your closeness to the person he really doesn’t like, i think. i mean, i'm not certain of that, but i know he doesn't hate you. he wouldn't... you've never done anything to him. whatever grudge he holds, it isn't againt you, and he’s not a bad guy. honest. he can be a bit overprotective sometimes, but that's about as 'bad' as he's ever gotten to me.”[/b]
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[ADRIAN HUNTER GREYBACK]

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Adrian really couldn’t know for certain that Seyton hated him it was just the feeling that he got from his eldest brother. They didn’t speak nor did Seyton take any interest in his life. It made him wonder if he even bothered to ask Valerie how he was doing, inquire whether or not he was healthy or happy? Did he care to know even or was it something that he simply avoided talking about in general because he didn’t want to deal with that side of his family? Adrian was only fourteen and despite his loyalty to his father, everything else that was going in his life was just as confusing as any kid his age. He did worry about things other than his father’s well being and it was hard to sort all his conflicting feelings out. Normally he would just bury them and pretend they didn’t exist but Echo had got him wondering and that was never a good thing for him. Adrian shook his head not only trying to shake away the thoughts that were forming because he felt that they in some way betrayed Fenrir, but also in regards to Echo’s questions.

“It’s just a feeling I get. Really I don’t speak to him at all but whenever I see him around school I don’t like the way he looks at me. He seems disappointed that I am who I am. Maybe he doesn’t hate me but he certainly doesn’t like me- I’m too much like our dad and if he hates dad then he can’t have positive feelings about me.” Adrian wasn’t trying to convince her of anything but rather, accidentally, thinking out loud. That distant tone of his voice made it seem like he was talking to himself rather than to Echo but a moment later, after his eyes widened with realization, Adrian stood up quickly rubbing the back of his neck now more anxious than he had been in a very long time. He wasn’t supposed to have feelings let alone share them.

Pacing, Adrian couldn’t seem to stop himself though. “Wouldn’t I be part of the grudge too? How can a person objectively dislike one person while not harboring any ill feelings toward someone that is actually like them, that pretty much worships that person? Sure, it wasn’t like I was the one to do anything to him but I support dad with everything that he does no matter if its wrong because that is what a son is supposed to do.” His gaze landed his sister, a frown heavily etched into his features, brow knitted together with a medley of emotions- more of those things he wasn’t supposed to have. Adrian was angry with himself for feeling, confused for not being able to make sense of the feelings he was having, and upset because he didn’t know what to do and knew that he was wrong for all of it in some way or another.

He stopped dead in his tracks letting his thumb tap nervously against his thigh. “Seyton isn’t a bad person. I know that but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t still wrong. I was taught that loyalty is unflinching and forever no matter what. Dad is all that I have, he raised me and cared for me, taught me the ways of the world. It would have been easy to dump me on the doorstep of some orphanage but he didn’t, he wanted me and that’s more than I can say for Seyton. I have to honour that.” Glancing back to Echo he lowered his head in shame. “I don’t mean to push anything on you, I just got a little carried away. You can forget I said anything.” After it was said and done she couldn’t just forget it like he suggested that had been stupid, but what else could he do?

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