Post by OCTAVIUS ALASTAIR PEPPER on Feb 28, 2013 19:58:26 GMT -5
Octavius ran a hand through his hair, taking a sip of his tea, glancing towards the hallway, more specifically the room Iasa was in. He still couldn't believe what had happened, couldn't wrap his mind around recent events. How could you simply move on from something like this? How could someone go on for so many years believing one thing, only to have that belief shattered? What the hell was he supposed to believe now?! He had thought his sister was dead all of these years, yet now she was asleep in his guest room. He kept checking on her every ten minutes to make sure she was still there, and that she was still alive and breathing. Seeing her as she was now--back to her school years age--tugged on his heart. All of those lost years...
He sighed, rising from the couch, going to check on her once more. She was still there. She was still breathing. And she was still sixteen. What on earth was he going to do with a sixteen year old in his house? She couldn't stay...but he couldn't turn her out on the streets. Besides, the Ministry had made it very clear that he was to be a keeper of sorts for her. Why she needed a keeper he wasn't entirely sure, but he was the only viable option for it. Without him, she would technically be held prisoner by the Ministry. And he just couldn't do that to his own sister...
It felt odd using that term once again. Sister. After all, she was still his sister despite what had happened, wasn't she? It wasn't like she was some stranger he was taking in, this was his own blood, his family. Death couldn't change that any. Yes, it made this entire situation more complicated, but family was family.
He leaned back, cracking open another bottle of Firewhiskey, taking a sip. He had been given a few days off of work to deal with the current situation. He hated missing work; he felt out of place when he wasn't following his normal routine. Sighing, he leaned his head against the back of the couch, quickly drifting off to sleep. It lasted only a few moments. The bottle of Firewhiskey tipped over, spilling onto his clothes. He jumped up, cursing before quickly Vanishing the mess and drying his clothes. This was ridiculous. He couldn't sleep, couldn't even think until he spoke to her. He had so many questions, and so many things he had wanted to say. He thought back to the nights when he had cried, asking why his sister had been taken from him. He thought of all the times he had begged for a change to see her once more, to tell her how much he missed and needed her. And now he had that chance, and what was he doing? Sitting in the living room drinking. He was wasting this opportunity. He had finally been granted his wish, and even if it wasn't in the way he had imagined it, it was still an opportunity he needed to utilize.
He cautiously pushed the door open once more, perching on the bed next to her. He wasn't sure if she was asleep or not since her face was shielded by her arms and the covers. "Iasa?" he whispered quietly. If she was awake, he would talk to her. But if not he didn't want to wake her up unnecessarily. She was going through a lot now, too. "Iasa, it's still you, right? He hesitated a bit, clearing his throat before continuing. "I...I've missed you so much, Iasa. I want to believe that it's really you, that you're back and this is all real. But...but I don't know if I can. You've been gone for so long..."
He sighed, rising from the couch, going to check on her once more. She was still there. She was still breathing. And she was still sixteen. What on earth was he going to do with a sixteen year old in his house? She couldn't stay...but he couldn't turn her out on the streets. Besides, the Ministry had made it very clear that he was to be a keeper of sorts for her. Why she needed a keeper he wasn't entirely sure, but he was the only viable option for it. Without him, she would technically be held prisoner by the Ministry. And he just couldn't do that to his own sister...
It felt odd using that term once again. Sister. After all, she was still his sister despite what had happened, wasn't she? It wasn't like she was some stranger he was taking in, this was his own blood, his family. Death couldn't change that any. Yes, it made this entire situation more complicated, but family was family.
He leaned back, cracking open another bottle of Firewhiskey, taking a sip. He had been given a few days off of work to deal with the current situation. He hated missing work; he felt out of place when he wasn't following his normal routine. Sighing, he leaned his head against the back of the couch, quickly drifting off to sleep. It lasted only a few moments. The bottle of Firewhiskey tipped over, spilling onto his clothes. He jumped up, cursing before quickly Vanishing the mess and drying his clothes. This was ridiculous. He couldn't sleep, couldn't even think until he spoke to her. He had so many questions, and so many things he had wanted to say. He thought back to the nights when he had cried, asking why his sister had been taken from him. He thought of all the times he had begged for a change to see her once more, to tell her how much he missed and needed her. And now he had that chance, and what was he doing? Sitting in the living room drinking. He was wasting this opportunity. He had finally been granted his wish, and even if it wasn't in the way he had imagined it, it was still an opportunity he needed to utilize.
He cautiously pushed the door open once more, perching on the bed next to her. He wasn't sure if she was asleep or not since her face was shielded by her arms and the covers. "Iasa?" he whispered quietly. If she was awake, he would talk to her. But if not he didn't want to wake her up unnecessarily. She was going through a lot now, too. "Iasa, it's still you, right? He hesitated a bit, clearing his throat before continuing. "I...I've missed you so much, Iasa. I want to believe that it's really you, that you're back and this is all real. But...but I don't know if I can. You've been gone for so long..."
