Rebels & Mutineers is set in modern day New Orleans, Louisiana. R&M is fueled by player's plots and group input.
Supernatural people have always had their place in society, hidden in plain sight or locked away for their own protection. New Orleans, a haven for the strange and mysterious and a magnet for the supernatural.
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Jaxon shoved his hands in his pocket, walking down the French Quarter. With the holiday season, there were so many people bustling around. So many people and he was hoping to catch his sister's face in all of the happy people around. He was so close to getting his family back together. Ezra and Eliot were safe and sound back at Phalanx, now there was just the matter of finding Piper.
The two of them were close. They had to be. Growing up, they were the two who would take care of Eliot and Ezra. Every cold, every scraped knee. It was the two of them taking care of the boys. The times when their mother would insist on her newest boyfriend being the one who was going to airlift the family of five out of their shitty life, all he had to do was look at Piper and know what she was thinking. They had a bond that was forged in their abuse and solidified in Jaxon's role protecting them. All of the times when Jaxon would shove Piper, Ezra, and Eliot into a bathroom to take the brunt of the abuse, he trusted Piper to hold the younger two and keep them safe. Jaxon depended on Piper to cover their ears to muffle the sound of Jaxon's broken bones and bruised body.
He depended on her for so much, but he let her down.
Jaxon thought that he was being helpful with his fires. He thought that he was going to get them out of horrible situations faster that way and that he was going to be the one to airlift them to a better life. He never anticipated getting caught. He never anticipated leaving his family for so long and causing all of this. He just wanted to keep them safe and happy, and instead he left Piper to take over the protector role, and forced his brothers to withstand more than he thought they would have to.
Walking along the street, he grinned when he heard beautiful violin music. It had been so long since he listened to violins. Not much time for it in jail, and then Phalanx seemed to be filled with holiday spirit since the day after Thanksgiving. He followed the music mindlessly, enjoying the way it sounded and how it reminded him of his family. The love between them, the dedication between them. The Davies children were going to make it back together, the universe just didn't stand a chance between them. Spotting the crowd of people, he shouldered his way through. He wanted to see the artist himself.
Jaxon grinned when he saw the mane of wild curls that reminded him of his sister. When the musician turned to sway with the crowd, he felt the pit of his stomach give out. "Piper." He breathed, the tears welling in his eyes. No one was ever going to believe him that he just spent years in jail with how emotional three people could make him. First Eliot, then Ezra, now Piper. He wanted to wait until she was finished playing before he ran at her. She looked happy when she was playing and he would never deny anything that made her happy.
Post by Piper Addison Davies on Dec 12, 2018 6:27:39 GMT
Piper was not a stranger to technically being homeless. In fact, it was something that she had been dealing with for over a year now. Still there was something about waking up alone on the floor of a cold room without even the promise of a hot shower to chase away the chill that put her in a sour mood every single morning. She knew that it was a little selfish to want something as simple as a bed when there were people in the world who had no shelter at all, but the permanent crick in her neck and the exhaustion that came from a poor night’s sleep had a tendency to make her feel just a little selfish sometimes. Every day, it was the same routine: clean up as best as she could with the supplies that she had, try to get some kind of food in her stomach, and then head out into the Quarter and play for a good majority of the day, rarely stopping to eat lunch, before practically crawling back into the empty house that she was staying in to go to sleep, alone and afraid that someone else was going to break in in the dead of night and rob her. Or worse.
That morning had gotten off to a slightly brighter start. Piper had a few more things for a quick, cold breakfast than she normally did, and she made her way to the Quarter early enough to get to one of the best spots, where the buildings were close enough that it created a beautiful reverberating effect that could make even the most mediocre of musicians sound positively angelic. Now, Piper didn’t want to brag or anything, but she definitely was better than mediocre. Crouching down, Piper ran her bow over the piece of rosin that needed replacing and made a mental note to get on that as soon as humanly possible. From there she made quick work of tuning the instrument, and then? She started to play.
There were precious few times in Piper’s life when she could remember feeling at peace, but she knew that it was no coincidence that those moments tended to come when she was either with her brothers or playing the very instrument that was now cradled against her body. From the first swipe of the bow over the strings, Piper was no longer in her own body, where she was trapped down by a rigid and traumatic history. She no longer shuddered at the thought of anybody’s skin coming into contact with hers. She no longer felt like she was going to be sick in large crowds. When Piper played, it was like all of that was left behind, and she could live free of the burden that had been placed on her shoulders from such a young age. It was an intense experience, and it was a feeling that she chased every single time she put that violin to her collarbone.
Over the years, Piper had amassed quite a musical repertoire, and it got to the point that she could start cycling through it from the beginning and still not finish the list of songs she actually knew by the time she called it a night. It consisted of everything from classical to covers to instrumental bits that she had come up with on her own time, usually when she was supposed to be doing schoolwork as a high school student, or on her way home. Somehow, she had never really been able to come up with music anywhere else, and whether or not that was because she was always worried about her brothers… well, she wasn’t asking herself those kinds of questions. Over time, a small crowd began to surround her, people throwing a few dollars here and there into her violin case, but Piper was so wrapped up in the music that she barely noticed. She did, however, find a spare second to offer them a small smile before launching into the final bit of this particular piece. It was a hard one, one that she had to practice so many times before she finally got right, chock full of minor notes and so technically picky that even one slightly flat note could bring the whole thing crashing to its knees. But she worked her way through it, hitting note after note and beginning to sway with the music, a bright smile on her face as she landed the last little chord and letting it ring.
The note hung in the air, coupled with a small amount of applause, and Piper looked down for a moment, when a blur of motion caught her eye. Turning, she saw sandy blonde hair and a lanky form that would have looked just like… No, it couldn’t be. Jaxon was in juvie. And yet, he was rushing towards her. Not even bothering to put the bow or violin down, Piper ran towards him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and holding him so tight that she was afraid she might have been hurting him. Her knees felt weak, and her eyes burned with the bite of tears that she let flow freely. “What… when…” Her tongue tripped over the multitude of questions, and she pulled back, reaching up to wipe away the tears that had fallen. “You’re here. How?”
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Watching her play, it was like seeing her at peace. Like she was finally comfortable in her own body and like she was a glimmer of the sarcastic, bold, funny child that she had always been. The person who she was before the houses they lived in tore all of them down, made them all broken in their own ways. Made them all shells of who they used to be. Jaxon watched as her bow moved across the instrument, and he was so incredibly proud of her. He didn't know she had a musical talent, they had spent too much time getting the life beaten out of them and surviving to take lessons of any kind. The guilt that he had for going to jail seemed to intensify every time he even thought about his siblings.
Thinking about what kind of life Piper could have build for herself if he was still around.
He knew that she took over his helm as the protector of the family when he went away, it was in her nature. Even when Jaxon was taking the hits, he knew that Piper was doing the much harder part of keeping Ezra and Eliot safe from the longer lasting damage. She and Jaxon, they were the parents to Ezra and Eliot that Adelaide never could be. He wanted to rush her while she played, he wanted to show the world that he was proud of his sister. Her standing there, playing and making music for the crowd, that was important in the moment. She had the attention of a crowd who wasn't looking at her like she had to earn her worth, or like she was someone who they wanted to bring harm to, they just wanted to listen to the music she could create.
When the song ended, Jaxon was clapping like he had just seen Mozart or Beethoven rise from the grave. He locked eyes with his sister, and everything was over. Jaxon rushed to her, hugging her tightly and spinning her around. He just couldn't believe that she was there. All of his family, the family who mattered to him was back in his arms. For the first time since they slapped the cuffs on his wrists, he felt like he could breathe. They were back and he wouldn't give them up for anything in the world.
"Nice actually giving me a full sentence to work with." He said biting back the tears as he cupped her face in his hands and looked at her. She was an adult. A woman. No longer his frizzy haired sister who fretted over Eliot and Ezra like they were her own. She was an adult, a musician. He felt the tears well up in his eyes as he tried to find words to even capture a fraction of what he was feeling in the moment. "I got out, and found my way down here." Was the simplest version of events. "I can't believe you're here." He said, pulling her into another hug.
"I am so sorry Piper." He said, pressing a kiss into the top of her head. "I am so sorry that I was so stupid and reckless."
Post by Piper Addison Davies on Dec 26, 2018 19:12:26 GMT
When Piper had heard that Jaxon was back in New Orleans, she hadn’t been able to believe it at first. If he had been back, wouldn’t she have heard something before now? How long had he been out? How long had he been trying to find them? Of course, there was one thought that had crossed her mind, had he been trying to find them at all? It was a terrible thing to think, for a long time he had been their protector, and of course he was trying to make his way back to them, but she still couldn’t be positive. What if he had decided, during his time in juvie, that he was better off without the rest of his family, that he was unburdened by no longer having to care for all of them. To be totally honest, she couldn’t say that she blamed him if that was the way that he had started to think. Who in their right mind would want to stay in a situation that was linked to so much pain and suffering? If she was in his position… no, she wouldn’t abandon her family, she couldn’t after they had been through so much together.
The fact that Jaxon was standing there in front of her was unreal to her, and it was like seeing a ghost of someone who looked how she had imagined he would. He was tall, lanky, better fed than she might have imagined. Better fed than she was. But all the same, it wasn’t at all like how she imagined seeing Jaxon for the first time would be. She felt a little bit of relief, knowing that he was alive and somewhat safe and at least there, but enough of the shock had worn off from the first moment that she had found out that he was around, and the shock from actually seeing him as she was playing, and now… there was anger there.
When he had first left, Piper had been scared. Terrified, even. In the past, she had been able to share the role of protector with Jaxon, she had been able to keep her younger siblings safe even at the cost of her own abuse. After he had been taken to jail, there was nobody else helping her, and she was left to bear the weight alone. It had been a struggle, and there were certainly things that had slipped through the cracks, but she tried to do her best. The fact that she had failed was something that still bothered her, and there was certainly a part of her that blamed him for leaving her alone to do a job that she was far too young to handle on her own. She had needed him, and he had decided that getting revenge on their shitty foster parents had been more important. Worse, he had managed to get himself caught. Just enough time had passed for her shock to shift to the anger that she had been suppressing for so long.
“Well excuse me for being surprised.” She chuckled through the tears that had welled up, trying to push past the anger to just enjoy the time with her brother. He pulled her into another hug, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him close. As he spoke, however, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, she’d had enough. The irritation and the frustration and everything that she was feeling but couldn’t process had boiled over. Reaching forward she pushed back from him slightly, tears rolling down her cheeks. “You should be.” Reaching up, she wiped at her eyes. “Do you have any idea how hard the past few years have been? What I’ve been through? What Ezra and Eliot have been through?” She stared up at him, her face hard through her tears. “I needed you, and you were gone.” Piper reached up, running a hand through her hair and sniffling loudly. “How could you do that to me? To us?”
Piper was right in front of him, the last piece of the family that he missed for so long. The whole time he was in jail he feared what could be happening to his siblings. He tortured himself about what could be happening to them, and seeing her in one piece was a huge relief. Even if he knew that there were some scars that were hidden under the surface. He had enough of them to know. The moment of just watching her play, of seeing her sway with her own music, it was enough. It was a moment that he just wanted to try to hold onto. Try to replace one of the numerous memories of her screaming in her sleep, or screaming his name as he took another kick to the stomach. He often thought about setting the beds of his various foster parents on fire, but found that destroying everything they owned much more satisfying.
All that mattered was that he was back with his siblings and he could be the protector that they needed.
The one that he failed to be for so long.
He felt so guilty about leaving his sister. The boys would always be protected, but it was now Piper who had to take the weight of it. He was selfish when he set those fires, and he wished that he could blame some out of control ability on it. He couldn't. He did it all on purpose to get them out of those houses. The houses with foster dads who leered at Piper. The houses with foster brothers who made a game out of torturing Jaxon. He took it all, but he never thought far ahead enough to worry about what was going to happen to the rest of his family if he got caught.
He knew that this was coming.
When she shoved him back and started crying, the crowd broke up and gave them as much privacy as possible in a crowded street.
"I'm sorry Piper." He told her, but it didn't seem like enough. He didn't know what she had been through while he was locked in his cell. He didn't know what she had to deal with, where she had been. Eliot told him that she left when she turned eighteen, which was about a year ago at this point.
"I called the social workers and tried to get us pulled from those places. They never listened, they thought I was just being a brat. No one was going to look out for us, so I did what I thought was right." He always said that he didn't regret burning down the houses, he regretted getting caught. He always thought that it was the price he had to pay to keep his siblings safe, but he didn't even know if they had been. He didn't even know where his sister called home. All of the promises he made to them when he was younger, he broke every last one of them.
If he had really loved them, he would have stayed with them.
He would have loved them harder, stayed with them, and never left. He would have been a better brother, and the tears burning at his eyes was enough proof of that. Piper was right, she needed him and he wasn't there for her. "I'm so sorry I was selfish. I made a stupid decision, but I thought that it would get us into a better situation. I never thought they would catch me." He had been young and stupid, and he assumed that no one would even think of him. Juvenile delinquent, long history of abuse, and he assumed people wouldn't think it was him. Clearly, he did not think it through completely.
Post by Piper Addison Davies on Jan 12, 2019 2:11:47 GMT
Piper was livid. It wasn’t that she hated her brother, if anything it was the exact opposite, but the fact that he had left his family behind because he thought he was helping them all still filled her with a rage that she didn’t want to explain to anybody. For so many years, she had tried to keep the family together, and to keep them from getting harmed by the people who took them in and were supposed to help raise them. The families that they had stayed with had certainly made them grow up over the years, but it had never been in a way that was healthy, or a way that any child should have to endure. In the end, Piper knew that she had failed the one task that she couldn’t bear failing, and she had lost track of both of her younger brothers. Now, the person who was supposed to be responsible for helping her was standing in front of her, apparently freed from the juvenile detention center that had ended up giving him refuge from the hell that Piper had been dealing with for the past several years of her life. So yes, she was pissed.
The fact that he barely reacted to her shoving him back sent a pang of guilt through her. How often had he endured similar treatment from the families that they had stayed with? Had something similar happened to him in juvie? She didn’t dwell on the questions long, but she knew in that moment that she was going to try very, very hard, to not shove him again. “You’re sorry.” Her tone was flat, unimpressed as the rage bubbled up inside of her. “After how many years, you think that’s enough?” She shook her head, looking off to the side as she blinked back the tears that she refused to let fall. It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t even close.
Jaxon continued, and she bit down on her lip, trying to keep the tears from falling in front of the audience that had gathered to hear her play. Well, what was left of them. There were still people littering the crowded street, but most of them were making a great deal of effort to not notice them, and she couldn’t say that she blamed them. “And instead of getting us all out, you got us shuttled around and split up, while you didn’t have to endure that hell anymore.” She stared him down, wanting him to feel every ounce of pain that had been inflicted on her from the moment that he had been marched off to juvie. “Everything fell on me. Watching after Eliot and Ezra, making sure that we were all kept together, trying to be strong for them, everything.” The rage had gone completely from her voice, and the tears began to fall again. “And I failed, because you weren’t there to help me. We all got split up, when we met up last Eliot had bruises, and I-” the words were a torrent now, and she couldn’t stop them. “I couldn’t do anything to help them.” Reaching up, she rubbed furiously at her eyes, trying to clear them so that she could focus on her brother’s face. She still wanted to be mad at him, wanted to yell and scream and tell him that he was awful for leaving them. There was still a part of her that thought it, but she had grown so tired of the fear, of the intensity of her own emotions, that it just faded, just for a moment.
“Well, that was naive of you wasn’t it?” The bitterness crept back into her tone, and she sniffled, trying to clear the last of the anger from her mind. His next question sent her reeling a bit. She didn’t want to admit that she was essentially squatting in someone’s vacant house, and that was mostly out of pride. For so long she had wanted to do well, she had believed that she could. She didn’t want to be rich, just… be able to do enough to be able to support herself and her brothers; she owed them that. Instead, they had been scattered to the wind, though it seemed that they had ended up in the same place after all. With Jaxon. Maybe there was a part of Piper that resented him for that.
“I haven’t been okay since I was like two.” The words came out a little harsher than she intended, and she reached up, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Legally? I’m not living anywhere.” Lowering her hand, she looked down at the sidewalk instead of looking at him. “When I turned eighteen, I got kicked out of foster care since they couldn’t make money on me anymore. I got kicked out, I didn’t have a job and no skills, and I had nowhere to go. I started living on the street and eventually ended up squatting in a vacant house, playing my violin on the streets for pocket change while I try to look for a job that doesn’t require me to have an address.” She ran a hand through her wild curls, pushing the few that had fallen loose from her hair tie back behind her ear, only for it to slip back into its place. “Ezra told me about Phalanx.” She had seen him earlier today, and she was still trying to let the shock wear off. Seeing Jaxon hadn’t made that easy on her. “What’s it like? Are they actually safe there?”
He knew that it was never enough. He knew that seven years away from his family, seven years of fuck knows what they've been though just because he had to be stupid and reckless. He looked at his sister, his best friend for all of the years that they had been alive, someone who he couldn't even imagine his life without, "It'll never be enough, but I'll never stop saying it because I'll never stop meaning it. I'm sorry Pipes."
When he saw his brothers, they both thanked him for what he had done. They thanked him for protecting them for all of the years before and they thanked him for getting them out of the houses that he did. He always knew that he didn't deserve any of it. He deserved what Piper was saying to him. He deserved her to scream at him in the middle of the street and confirm everything that he told himself the seven years he was in jail. That he was selfish, that he was stupid, that he was never the protector that they deserved, that he was always just a skinny little kid who was good at getting hit and he was the worst thing to ever happen to them. If he cared, he would have stayed. Piper stayed, she was the one who had to deal with all of this, and he was just the one who wanted to feel like he was important to them. "I know, Piper. I'm sorry that everything fell on you. You shouldn't've had to deal with all of that shit. I just- I thought I would make things better." He nodded in a solemn agreement when she told him that he had been naive. Of course he had. He spent seven years in jail trying not to get raped on the daily by teen sociopaths, maniacs, and sex offenders. He looked at his sister and knew that she was valid, "I mean it's not like I was in some county club, Piper. I got my ass beat daily, the showers were hell..."
The crowd was thinning around them and Jaxon knew that his ears were bright red. His surest sign of being embarrassed as Piper told him everything that he already knew about himself. "I was stupid, and I don't expect you to ever forgive me. I just want our family to be back together." He wanted them to all be safe inside of Phalanx. He wanted to show them a safe home and to see what kind of life they could all create. Who they could be when they were all healthy and happy. He always had ideas in his head about drawing comics and superheroes. Being in Phalanx, his ideas became greater. He wanted to draw and create art. He wanted to sleep without worrying about who was going to crawl into the bed with him, and disagree with someone without getting a black eye from it.
"Really, cause I feel like a lot of my headaches started when I was three." He shot at her, an attempt at a tease. "Bigger ones at five and six." All of their ages compared to his. He wouldn't want any other life, because he loved them all so damn much. "Phalanx is good. The guy who runs it is named Ash. He's a big guy, but I saw him weeding a garden last week. He's a big softie. There was a fight a little while ago, but it was a girl who was trying to steal from Aisling, so it was sorta justified." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "It's filled with people who can do weird things. Things like setting houses on fire with no matches." He said, watching her face for signs of recognition and distress. "I talked to Ash about you, and even if you don't have weird things. You're welcome there. He wants us all to be together."
Post by Piper Addison Davies on Jan 15, 2019 4:00:57 GMT
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of sexual abuse of a child
Piper wanted to stay mad. She wanted to stay mad at the brother who had abandoned her to be the one person responsible for her two little siblings. She wanted to stay mad at the brother who had gotten himself locked up in juvie doing what he thought was best to get them out of situations that were significantly less than ideal. She wanted to stay mad at him, because underneath the mad was a pure layer of pain, mostly composed of the amount of tears that she hadn’t let herself shed when he got taken away, because someone had to be strong for her little brothers when they didn’t really know what was happening. If she didn’t stay mad, she would have to confront that feeling, and Piper wasn’t the best with processing her own feelings. “I don’t… what do I even say to that? That it’s okay? Because it’s not. That I forgive you? Because I don’t know if I can do that the same day I found out that not only are you out of juvie, but you’re in New Orleans.” And taking care of the brothers that she had been going out of her mind to find, but she wasn’t going to add that part.
Despite the amount of times that she was sure she had almost ended up there, Piper had no idea what juvie would even be like. She didn’t know what it would be like to be locked up with sociopaths and maniacs that were too young to be tried as adults but old enough to pose a threat. She had no idea what life outside of what she had grown up with was like, and she knew that, but she was still convinced that Jaxon had it better, or maybe a little easier, than she had. “I get that, but at least you stood half a chance.” The memory of older man’s hands on her body, pushing her down, covering her mouth flooded her, and she felt nauseous as she wiped at her eyes. She was always too thin, too scrawny, lacking the muscle mass and the knowledge on how to keep herself safe. Despite the revulsion that had risen up in her even then, she couldn’t keep herself safe. She shook her head, pressing the hand still clutching her violin bow to her throbbing forehead. She wouldn’t go there now, she couldn’t think about that when she was already feeling overwhelmed. Piper’s eyes darted at the crowd around them, barely even feeling the violin and bow that she still had in hand.
“I do too. I tried… I tried to keep us all together, and then I got kicked out, and Ezra went missing, and Eliot was gone, and I…” She fought to keep her breath steady. “I didn’t know what to do.” The tears were coming again, and she didn’t wipe them away this time. “It was my one job and I fucked it up.” She could feel herself starting to freak out, and she fought to take deep breaths, determined to keep herself from spiralling too far.
“Hey, we were the best headaches.” And not the only ones. She was sure that there were a significant number of them that had come from the hit parade of boyfriends that their mother had marched into their small apartment. In fact, she knew that they were, because she was usually the one to try to patch him up when he couldn’t manage to do it himself. Usually while keeping Ezra and Eliot in their rooms so that they didn’t have to see what she did. And that was only the times that he had asked for her help; she knew there were more incidents, more times that he had been hurt and she had barely even guessed.
Jaxon started talking about Phalanx House, and Piper was immediately curious to know more about the place. There were names mentioned, ones that all of her brothers knew or would know, that she didn’t. For some reason, that made her uneasy. However, as her brother continued, something twisted in her. Setting houses on fire without matches, was that how he had done it? Was he… gifted in a very different way than she was? Piper’s lips parted as she looked at her brother, before her eyes darted off to the side. A sharp breath escaped from her lips, and she murmured, “what about people who turn into birds?” She bit down on her lower lip, before looking up at him again. Jaxon had been taken away before her power had come, though apparently his had been in full swing before he had been taken away. Somewhere, back in the most shadowy recesses of her mind, she remembered seeing something, something she had written off as him playing with a book of matches. But it was so long ago, the memory was fuzzy at best, and it wasn’t something she spent too much time thinking about. “Is that weird enough?”
He knew that she was going to be mad, but he also knew that they were siblings before everything. She was mad at him, but they would be okay. They had been through too much not to be. When they were kids, they would depend on each other for everything. When he was fourteen, he ruined all of that for a chance that they would be okay. He wanted to tell her about how much he missed her when he was in juvie. He wanted to tell her what kind of things that he had to do to get down to Louisiana from Seattle. It wasn't anything that he was proud of, but it got him there. "When I got out I went to Mom's, to see if you guys were back with her. She had no information on where you were, so I grabbed what I could carry and made my way to child protective services and they told me that you all had been shipped down here."
He shuffled his feet, "When I got here, I sorta bounced around a little bit, but I found Phalanx and got a bed there."
He nodded when she admitted that he at least stood half of a chance. He at least knew where his bed was, knew that he was going to have a meal, had guards around to keep him from getting his face beat in. His mouth got him into too many fights while he was there. When he was younger, it was his way of getting the attention of those drunken slobs his mom would bring home to focus on him. If the guy was trying to rough up their mom or was making some uncomfortable glances at Piper, he would start to mouth off. He would do everything to keep the attention and hits on himself. All of the broken ribs from being kicked by grown men. Burns on his skin from the more sadistic ones. He did it to help them, and it was a habit that carried him through a few visits to the juvie infirmary and now at Phalanx. "Looks like you're standing. Please Piper, I know you hate me right now, but please come back with me."
He just wanted his family back together. He wanted to see them all in one place, to have food in their stomachs and to be safe.
He knew that she was mad, but he pulled Piper against his chest again when he heard that spiral in her voice and hitch in her throat. She did everything that she could and she did a hell of a lot better than Jaxon ever could have hoped to, "You did everything you could, Pipes. I just made it look easy watching out for you little shits." He teased against the tight coils of her hair. When Eliot or Ezra would scream and cry over Jaxon's bruises or cuts, he would try to make them smile or laugh to take away from the fear.
They were the best headaches and he still couldn't believe that they were all going to be together again. He wanted to have holidays and birthdays. Hell, he couldn't remember when he even last celebrated his birthday. When was the last time he was able to celebrate Piper, Ezra, or Eliot's even. As soon as the next birthday rolled around, he was going to celebrate with the largest cake that Phalanx's oven would be able to handle. He wanted to be the big brother that they deserved and the big brother that he should have been all of those years ago. "You're still the best headache Pipes." He let go of the hug and tucked her hair behind her ear
There seemed to be an understanding when he mentioned setting the fires without matches. She didn't recoil from him, she didn't seem to be afraid. Maybe there was something more special about their mom than her ability to drop to her knees in alleyways and let men abuse the hell out of her children. "People who turn into birds is weird enough. Main guy Ash and his siblings turn into wolves. Probably can make a while game out of it. Like fetch with feathers." He said with a grin and tugged her hand towards where Phalanx was.
"Grab your violin and your bow, you're coming home."
