Midnight Stroll [ADRIAN]

[ECHO FENELIA GREYBACK]

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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.” echo’s gaze was soft, but still rather troubled, as she watched her brother carefully. maybe she shouldn’t be throwing herself in the middle of this… after all, it was a matter she did not fully understand herself yet. maybe she should give herself more time, speak to her father, speak to seyton, actually get an adequate amount of information on the subject before bringing it up… but who knew when she’d ever speak to fenrir, and talking to seyton about why he hated their father was sure to get her no where. besides, the topic had already been brought up in a way, there was no backing down now. “i don’t know what goes on in sey’s mind half the time, adri, but… he’s not that hateful. maybe he is disappointed in you for whatever reasoning he has to dislike dad so much, but… he hasn’t always hated him, has he? he should understand you, to a point, and no matter how he thinks dad has wronged him he shouldn’t let loyalty to family be held against you. he’s more sensible than that. he has to be.” “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.” echo didn’t know what to say. she shouldn’t be the one answering these questions, should she? the young gryffindor girl kind of just wanted to tie both seyton and adrian up in one of the unused classrooms somewhere in hogwarts, securing them to chairs on either side of a room and taking their wands until they could talk to each other and come to some sort of an understanding… surely seyton would be able to explain himself and his thoughts to adrian so much better than echo when she didn’t really understand his thoughts in the first place… ”i think he can separate you two, adri. he realizes you’re not our father… just like zmeyette and val and jasper and I aren’t dad, either. and… i don’t even know, i just don’t think that your siding with our father is enough for him to hate you. it’s not good enough of a reason.” but when in the world did people ever do things for good reason? she wanted to think the best of her big brother, that he wouldn’t hate adrian just for liking their father… and sey certainly had never given her reason to think he hated adrian. but the nurse was kind of a hard guy to figure out, sometimes… and now realizing how little, exactly, she knew of him, echo wasn’t quite so sure of anything concerning him. “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.” she could understand that… echo remembered her grandfather speaking to her last summer… the train of topics she couldn’t remember, exactly, but somehow they had come to the topic of morality. three stages of it, if she recalled correctly. the child stage, when one only wanted to please their parents, the adolescant stage, when one wanted to please and fit in at the same time, and the adult stage, when one formulated their own ideas as an individual. maybe that had a lot to do with this… adrian believed in their father and everything he stood for because he was their father, because he’d earned adrian’s respect, and probably because adrian wanted to please him to an extent. seyton was definitely in the adult stage. he didn’t care about pleasing their father, that was for sure… so he’d formulated his own ideas on one thing or another, whatever they had been, and split apart from the family. she didn’t think that the adult stage of morality would change adrian drastically, though… he and seyton were still very far apart personality-wise and their upbringing probably had the biggest difference in that, but something had had to happen to sey to make him split apart from their dad. she didn’t like the ‘more than i can say for seyton’ comment, and so echo just kept quiet. there was nothing she really found she could say. she’d always felt welcomed by seyton. when she’d been young and terrified after her grandfather’s outburst in her first week at hogwarts, sey had been he one there to comfort and guide her. he’d never made her feel unwanted. but adrian was another situation, apparently. she could understand if sey had been distant on adrian because of his closeness to their father. anyone would be wary of someone who associated with someone they didn’t like, right? if in sey’s situation she might have done the same, but she didn’t think that that distance should have continued for four years… maybe if seyton had reached out to adrian when they were younger as he had to echo this family of theirs wouldn’t be so broken. “I don’t mean to push anything on you, I just got a little carried away. You can forget I said anything.” the girl smiled slightly, shaking her head. ”that was not getting carried away,” she chuckled softly. he hadn’t even yelled- how could he justify that as getting carried away? ”and i don’t mind, really. everyone needs to get things off of their chest sometimes… but like i said, i don’t think sey hates you, whatever you think. i don’t exactly have proof, but there’s no proof that he does, either.” if she talked to seyton, would he give in? would he try to talk to adrian to show that he had nothing against the littlest greyback male? or would she be proved wrong, and would she find out that yes, the big brother she idolized so much did hate many of her other siblings? echo was kind of afraid to find out. 1688 words with code,.

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[ADRIAN HUNTER GREYBACK]

♦ REBEL REBEL ♦
you've torn your dress

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your face is a mess

He understood the standpoint that Echo was coming from. She and Seyton had a good relationship and the only thing that Echo had ever gotten from their eldest brother was the sense of protection. Adrian couldn’t fault her for trying to make sense of things, after all that was what he had been trying to do too. Things were confusing at their age and then with all of their family drama it only made things worse, harder to deal with and sort out. Adrian knew even less than Echo what went on in Seyton’s mind. Whether their brother was hateful or not was subjective. All that Adrian had seen of Sey was his hate toward their father and with his current mentality with that transition hate, it made it hard for Adrian to see how Echo didn’t think that Seyton was a hateful person.

That was something else too, if Seyton did understand him to a point having once been in his shoes, then why hadn’t he made more of an effort with him. His thoughts kept going back to Seyton hating him it was the only logical explanation that Adrian could think of. He should have just said fine and not care about it, but deep down Adrian did want his family to be together. It had to have been the age, wanting the family to just get along and have that sense of belonging- did Sey want that too, or was he past all of that? Adrian didn’t know much about his brother, so to even begin to guess was pointless. If Seyton had wanted that though wouldn’t he have made efforts over the years if he were interested in doing that? Adrian’s mind was conflicted, something that he didn’t enjoy.

It all went in circles, not knowing what Seyton really though always led back to the same thing for Adrian; the assumption that he hated him. People always did things the way that they wanted it rarely had anything to do with logic. But without knowing, Adrian couldn’t dispute. It wasn’t Echo problem anyway. She was allowed to like and dislike whom she pleased. He wasn’t about to sway her now that he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she didn’t like it. Hell Adrian didn’t like it either so it seemed hypocritical to do the same to her.

Echo seemed to be so understanding. It reminded him of Valerie actually, it had always stumped him as to how Val could be sympathetic like she was. Not that he didn’t appreciate it, because he did but- being who he was, it was hard for him to relate. Adrian was the selfish type there weren’t any delusions that he wasn’t. Letting himself calm down fully he sat back down next to his sister running a hand through his hair as he let out a sigh. Maybe it hadn’t been getting carried away by normal standards, but when it came to expressing his feelings, that had been getting carried away for him. Adrian wasn’t much for sharing.

She was probably right- or well he hoped that she was. It wasn’t something that he even really wanted to admit to himself. On some level he did want Seyton to like him. It was the same mentality that he had with his father, that need to have the approval of the older males in the family- none of which, other than Fenrir, really gave to him. There was Jaedyn though he could take comfort in that. “Yeah, I don’t don’t usually get things off my chest like that.” Adrian was used to bottling things up or taking them out in the healthy, aggressive way.

♦ REBEL REBEL ♦
how could they know?

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