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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 8:02 pm
"Ishie!" Another cry from the new child. I'm bewildered by his admiration for his older sibling. She wasn't the most amazing person... Just the most demonic and this kid for sure wasn't demonic. In fact, he could be the definition of cute, in a way. Fluffy, furry, just relativally cute. Much cuter then Isdra when she was a kid. The freaking tomboy.
This boy came out of one of the scraps of paper that had doodles on them that Nara had given her. It was a doodle of a reindeer and that's what he started out being, just a little sprite like the rest given out had turned out to be. But... then he poofed and became a normal boy. I've still yet to understand why, but he did. And when he did, Isdra was the first thing he saw.
I mean, there wasn't much more to it. We all spazzed out briefly, just like with every new addition to our family, but quickly settled. Gave him some of Greyling's clothes, tried to find out- That's a whole other story.
This kid is definetally a reindeer. We tried feeding him a hamburger, wouldn't get near the things. Battered fish, one sniff and he was 5 feet away, not willing to poke the thing with a stick. No pork, no beef, no fish, no chicken. Nothing. Isdra finally forced me to stop trying things and handed the boy some lettuce, which he happily chewed on. Oh... And... We stuck with his old name. Irvine. Our new little reindeer addition.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:12 pm
It was shocking to see Isdra and her father to seriously argue as it was, but for the young buck it was not only a shocking see, but a stressful one. Sure, the two elders of the family were always at each others throats, bickering and fighting like little kids, but never really meaning. The arguements were always over silly little things like who was going to bring in groceries, who was on kid watch duty, who was driving the car that day. Nothing so big that they both stormed apart from each other; one crying; one shocked. Never that.
Irvine watched as his sister, much more like a mother, covered her eyes in an effort to hide the unusual tears falling from them. Watched his father unconsciously put away groceries, tell the eldest son to watch the others, and wander down the hall. Not knowing how he should deal with this or who he should go to, he looked again. Teen crying against tree or adult incredibly confused. He decided with the adult. Much less scary.
"Pops...?" The adult have a quick turn as if expecting to find his aggravating, show-offy daughter. His excited looked dropped when he saw it was not his daughter, but on of his other kids.
"Yo kid... What's up?" A front. Even the four year old could tell. Nothing had disappointed him more than hearing 'Pops' and it not being the girl who had called him that first.
"You and Ishie.. You fought..." The child's skills at speech were slowly getting better thanks to his siblings teaching him. Isdra made sure to help him for at least half and hour a day and Malachi helped when he felt like it, which was usually about 20 minutes a day.
Of course he noticed. "Yeah. We did... Something happened that no one was expecting." There was nothing he could say. He couldn't think, let alone talk about the current events. "Hey... Irvine.... I can't really talk right now, kid. Could... I just be alone for a couple minutes, kid?" And with that, Irvine was gone. He'd picked up the trait of leaving if he wasn't wanted. Even if he did want to.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 6:59 am
The smell of freshly cooked bacon woke Irvine from his nap and, although he hated meat, he knew that bacon meant his sister was making him food, too. Slowly crawling out of bed, Irvine began to wander toward the kitchen, dragging his blanket behind him. It was like his form of Isdra's blanket. A comfort item. He'd have to ask her to fix it for him, since a hole had formed and now had stuffing coming out of it. Finally wandering into the kitchen, Irvine noticed it wasn't Ishie who was making food, but his father. "Where's Ishie? Why are you making breakfast?"
"I don't know," which basically meant 'I don't know where she is, but I'd really like to, but I can't because I'm trying to teach her something.' By this time, Irvine had learned the Isdra had gotten her stubbornness from their father. And though he didn't understand what exactly was going on or why they were fighting, he knew that Pops was being a bit too stubborn. There was nothing Irvine could do and that make him slightly angry. It also made him slightly angry that his father was cooking, since the meant he got no lunch.
That's when he decided to look for his sibling, to ask her about his blanket and about lunch. She wasn't in her room, the twins' room, Malachi's room, or the basement. Actually, he never really checked the basement. He knew he didn't have to, that she wouldn't be there. It had been a sanctuary for the two of them, their special area in the house. Ever since they'd begun their stand off with one another, only their father had ventured down there, but Isdra hadn't gone with in a yard of it if she could avoid it. It seemed like it made her remember, remember the fact that Father was disappointed in her.
Counting down, Irvine was left with two places when he had covered the house. Out back and out front. And it just so happened that the front door was nearest to where he was standing. It took him a minute to get out, seeing as he had paused while he piled the comforter as much into his arms as he could. With careful foot placement, he managed to make it onto the driveway without receiving a scratch. Sadly, his efforts were useless when he dropped his comforter on the driveway, in shock from seeing his sister loading her belongings, boxed and taped, into the back seat of her car. "Irvine? Come here, kiddo."
A sad smile emerged from Isdra's depressed face as she walked toward him and picked him up. "What's up?" The question was an attempt to make it less awkward, but it failed with Irvine bluntly ignored it.
"Why are you...packing?" Those blue eyes could have made Isdra cry. That was if she hadn't already cried to too many people, brought her problems on too many people.
A loud sigh was given as she turn to Malachi asking him if he could finish putting the boxes in the car. He nodded, obviously just as sad about her leaving as the rest of the house. "Irvine, sweetie. I have to leave," as she talked to him, she walked back into the house. "One, I'm getting too old to live at home anymore, and two, I have to be responsible. I don't want to leave, but I don't really have a choice." She wasn't going to go into the retails, he was much too young to have to know about the templars, gods, any of the darker side of their lives.
[To be continued >_<]
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