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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    yet our roots remain as one
    #1

    you were the lightning
    and i was the tree

    The house is perfect. It’s more of a mansion than a house, with several full-scale chandeliers and too many bedrooms to count and a massive basement with a full kitchen. It’s beautifully painted, effortlessly gorgeous, and everything he has ever dreamed of providing for his family. There’s a swimming pool out back, complete with a Jacuzzi and a waterslide. They’d spent several hours the previous day slaving over cleaning products until the house shone more brilliantly than it ever had. Hestoni wanted it to be that way, and despite Scorch’s bickering, he knew she did too.

    They’d set several packages of assorted alcoholic purchases in ice coolers already, chilled and ready to be opened. Food had been grilled and spread out in a colorful display of fruits, vegetables, meats, and snacks across the massive island in the kitchen. Hestoni had changed several times over the course of the morning, so nervous his fingers skittered over the buttons as he put on the last outfit choice. His stomach felt light yet heavy, his body felt hot yet cold, his mind felt present yet not. He was a hot mess – perhaps the only time he’d ever lost his carefree serious face around his family before.

    They were all getting together. All of them. The invitations had been sent, the food had been cooked, the house had been scrubbed, and half of the solid foundation of the family was a nervous wreck waiting for the rest to arrive.

    Finally he decided to pop open a bottle of beer. It touched his lips with a familiar tang that ripped through his belly. Hestoni inhaled a deep sigh after his swallow, setting his jean-clad ass somewhere relatively comfortable while he waited impatiently for the rest of his family to arrive.

    your words were the fire
    that burned the best parts of me



    a few things. first off, this isn't super literate. feel free to be as flamboyant or as... not... as you want to be. (: my post right now isn't detailed, but i'm sure it will get there as more people arrive.

    the idea is that the scorch x hestoni family is having a family get-together. obviously everyone's a human because why not and also there's beer and scorch is getting drunk we all know. we're pretending scorch and hestoni have a massive mansion they live in because they're rich af after queenship and all that stuff.

    anyone from the scorch x hestoni family is invited. obviously children and grandchildren, and then if you have anyone your character is "married" to per say, they are invited as well. i would love to see you all here! i'm hoping this will be very eventful and interesting, but it can be totally chill too. feel free to post at your own speed.

    love you all!
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    #2
    Oh look, oh my star is fading
    She'd know the way to their house no matter how many years she's been away. Her feet walk it almost automatically, and she whistles as she goes. It's a fine day for a walk, and good thing too – she's got neither a car nor money for a cab. Sure, she could've asked for help, and it's not that she would've objected to receiving it due to some streak of stubbornness or independence: she simply forgot. She's got better things to worry about - like the beauty of the sky, or the breeze in the trees - with all of that to consider, money simply slipped her mind.

    Just like it slipped her mind that, perhaps, she ought to have dressed up a little bit. She's wearing her usual, and she looks like a cross between a flower child of the seventies, a gothling, and that crazy psychic that your aunt always talks about. Her hair is long and hangs relatively unstyled down to the middle of her back. It's streaked with grey, although it really shouldn't be considering her age. Around her head she wears a small string of daisies and marigolds, studded with the occasional dandelion. She had meant to get here earlier, but the flowers had just been so pretty along the way, she'd had to stop and pick them and make them into her little wreath.

    Her clothes hang on her slim frame, a mix of gentle earth-tones. A loose white camisole covers her small chest and hangs down to mid-thigh. Over that hangs a tan crocheted sweater, worked in motifs of flowers and so open that it adds no warmth at all. And over that she wears a loose brown vest of corduroy, studded every so often with tiny flowers in the fabric. Around her neck hang a fairly excessive number of wooden beads, some strands adorned with crystal or amber, some strands wood alone. She likes the way they sound, like tiny little wooden bells. Her pants are ancient jeans, which fit her loosely and hang down to the floor.

    She's almost surprised to find herself at the door when she does, and she blinks at it for a moment. She'd been lost in her thoughts, lost to daydreaming. It takes her a moment to snap back, but then she reaches up and grabs the ornate door knocker, driving it back against the door with a thud loud enough that it could surely be heard inside.

    It only occurs to her after she's knocked, as she's standing there waiting for one of her parents to come to the door, that she probably could've used the doorbell.  
    wrynn
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    #3
    Most days, most days stay the sole same
    Please stay, for this fear it will not die
    Down low, down amongst the thorn rows
    Weeds grow, through the lilies and the vines


    Well, well, well. A family fucking reunion - and they had intentionally invited Noori! What a damned surprise. Really, she could not have been more surprised. Dramatic eldest, known for destroying lives, sleeping around, and being a general wreaker of havoc, invited to a docile family event? Truly astounding. Literally crazy. (Not that she's surprised about the crazy part, necessarily. I mean, Scorch is her mother).

    She hops into the Audi A8L early that morning, the car having been a present bought for her by one of her past suitors. She doesn't quite remember which one, except that it wasn't Trekk, considering how poor he had been. But hey, she doesn't discriminate - except when it comes to cars. As she cruises from the north end of the busy city to the south, she relishes in the purr of the car's engine, running her hands affectionately across the car's leather steering wheel.

    Before she knows it, her luxury car is parked in front of her parent's mansion. She doesn't even remember getting here; she had sworn to herself that she would have to use her phone to even come close to the address. A blush works itself to her sunglassed-face at the thought of how attached she truly must have been to this place as a child; but the thought is quickly cast aside.

    She's here for some beer, to yell at Scorch, and maybe catch up with Shah. Nothing else mattered.

    Slamming the A8L's door for no particular reason, Noori looked her childhood house up and down, hands running down her legs to smooth the wrinkles in her designer jeans. Her heeled feet shuffle nervously a few times as memories come flooding back to her, and she shifts her pink-tinted sunglasses from her eyes to the well groomed crown of her head to get a better look at the place. Licking her glossed lips and blinking her seductive green eyes in something of anxiety, Noori wonders if her twin, Kaida, will be in attendance today.

    She's about to head to the door then, but she realizes that no other cars are anywhere near the mansion. Sighing, and cursing herself for her tact, Noori leans against her polished luxury car, arms crossed, manicured nails pianoing impatiently across her freckled arms. She would not be the first person to arrive - which, really, is laughable. The eldest child proves herself again to be the most immature of the gang - but hey, does she give a fuck?

    That's what I thought.
    noori
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    #4
    The invitation had sent a tsunami of emotions through her body. At first, she had been shocked (shocked that they had somehow gotten her address even in her little corner of the world, shocked that they had even thought to invite her, shocked that they had considered to bring their family back to their home) and then she had been anxious (anxious that others might know where she is, anxious that they might still love her and that her devilish twin might be there, anxious that the majority of her siblings would treat her like a stranger).

    Over the weeks before the set date, her stomach had been an upside-down mixture of excited, nervous, and terrified. Before boarding the plane that would fly her away from her country into theirs, she vomited in the airport’s bathroom. That had calmed her slightly (it felt almost as though she pushed out her negative emotions into the ivory bowel of the toilet) and she’d boarded the plane with a less-upset stomach.

    The bright yellow taxi dropped her off in front of the long, winding driveway. A constellation of freckles crowds around a pair of warm brown eyes that look up toward the mansion of a house. Unlike the rest of her siblings (excluding Noori), she didn’t grow up here. The twins were born in the years before Scorch’s authority, before they had enough money to purchase and build such a strong, large homestead. Rather, Kaida’s childhood consisted of a modest, two-bedroom house nestled beside a small forest and a neat creek.

    Dragging her olive green suitcase behind her, the chestnut-haired woman made her way up the driveway. She made it in decent time, the sturdy, well-worn boots she’d traveled the world in lending her the speed she needed to climb one more mountain. At the top, her eyes immediately fell on the expensive car with the designer-clad woman leaning against it. At first, a smile fell across the adventurer’s makeup-free face. But she hid it behind an emotionless expression before her twin could see.

    It had been too long since she’d last seen her twin.

    Then her eyes meet the door and she sees the other girl waiting patiently. Her outfit is a mashed-up combination of several stereotypes, but Kaida can’t argue. She’s her own person as well, with cut-off denim shorts, a red flannel with the sleeves rolled to her elbows, her chestnut hair thrown in a hazardous French braid, and a simple tattoo of the outline of mountains inked into her left wrist. Walking closer, the woman threw a freckled arm around her equally-freckled twin. “Noooooori!” she sang, face twisting into a laugh. “I know you missed me, little sister.” Kaida always insisted on being the first born; whether that was true or not, they had always bickered.

    “Do you mind tossing this in your fancy lil’ car? I could use a ride to the ‘port after this.” Without waiting for an answer, the traveler slung her suitcase into the trunk of the expensive vehicle. Walking toward the front door, she smiled at the younger woman waiting at the door. “Oh, honey, you don’t have to knock. I’m sure Dad’s biting his nails off in anticipation.” Kaida knew her father almost as well as Scorch and she could just picture the tall, serious man nearly shaking with excitement and nerves. Grabbing the brass doorknob, the woman tossed open the wide door and took a step inside.

    “Mom! Dad! We’re heeeere!”
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    #5

    all things are possible,
    even the worst of things

    He follows the long drive slowly, eyes fixed ahead as he watches for the first visible corner of the massive house he had called home for so long. As he catches that first sight of it, his hands grip the wheel of his car (something eminently sensible, probably pre-owned, but still a recent model, because that's how he rolls) a bit tighter. He is unaccountably nervous, despite the excitement coursing through his veins.

    He had missed them. All of them. He would not have declined this invitation for the world.

    He only wishes Ilka could be here, his sweet, beautiful wife. As it happens though, she is pregnant. Again. And about ready to pop. The doctor had recommended bed rest (she is so fine and delicate, he sometimes feels a bit guilty, but it seems he can never keep his hands off her. Something he should work on no doubt, but she is just terrible as he. And there's only so much a man can resist), so she had stayed home to rest. Besides, knowing his family, she would never get that here.

    As he pulls the car in beside his older sister's flashy sports car, he glances up at the house, at the three siblings already arrived, ready to enter the mansion. Stepping from the vehicle, he touches his pocket briefly ensuring the mobile device is still there, still safe. He has no intention of missing anything should Ilka go into labor while he is here.

    As he nears the odd trio, a grin splits his face. His sister is loudly proclaiming their presence, and it is all he can do not to laugh.

    Stepping in behind them, curly black hair in habitual disarray, white button-down tucked loosely, collar open and sleeves rolled, tanned hands tucked casually into the pockets of his black slacks, he leans against the door jamb, lopsided grin adorning his lips.

    ”Hey,” he says finally, brown eyes twinkling with good humor. ”Long time no see.”

    shahrizai

    hestoni x scorch

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    #6
    He is more than a little nervous as he makes the long drive from wherever he was coming from. He wasn't even sure why exactly. Of course he was so excited to see his family again, especially Scorch and Hestoni. His heart had nearly leapt from his chest when he'd gotten the message that they were hosting this gathering- by phone of course, because Simeon hadn't stayed anywhere long enough to receive any mail. Bless his parents that they expected this of him, and never held it against him. When he'd last left, he made sure they'd had his number so that they could get in touch, regardless of reason. It'd been so long, though, and he was more than ready to see them again. Maybe his nerves were more for the siblings that were supposed to be there as well. That had to be it. He wasn't sure how many family members were coming, nor how many of them he knew. It didn't really matter to him, he already loved them all the same, but what would they think of him? He was the first born son, he had an image to uphold! Some job he'd done of it though, having been gone more often than he'd been around. His wanderer's spirit had always gotten the better of him. He'd wanted to see the world and what it had in store, and that he had.

    Simeon's heart fluttered as he pulled his Jeep into the driveway, the vehicle only equipped with a radio and off-road tires. The thing did horribly on gas, but he loved it. He could go anywhere in this thing (when he wasn't hoofing it, that is). Down shifting, he brought her to a stop beside the other two cars already parked and climbed on out. Shutting the door, he turned to the ginormous house of his childhood, taking it all in. Sim is tall, muscular and broad. He wore dark blue jeans, tightened with a brown leather belt that matched his hiking boots. He had on a white tank top, only visible at his chest where his blue-plaid shirt was loosely buttoned at the top. Honestly, these were the nicest clothes he owned, seeking comfort over fashion. His skin is tan, bronzed by many days spent out in the sun, and his dark brown hair hung to his shoulders in light waves. He had thought to shave, but cursed by Italian genes, he already had a five o'clock shadow.

    Taking a deep breath, he made his way to the door, where a younger dark-haired man leaned against the frame. A grin splayed wide across Simeon's face as he recognizes him, and he couldn't stop himself from somewhat roughly clasping his younger brother by the shoulders and then ruffling his hair, laughing. "Well I'll be damned! If it isn't my kid brother, Shah. Look at you! How the hell are you?" It'd been far too long. The last time he'd seen him, he'd been far younger. Stepping through the threshold, he gave Shahrizai a friendly shove before turning to see his twin older sisters and a younger girl beside them. "And so glad to see my beautiful sisters here, too." His excitement could not be contained as he then turned rich brown eyes to where his father must be standing by now, and immediately he goes in for a hug. "Papa, it's been too long! Where's Mom?" He said, before pulling back to look around.
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