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he reads the message his daughter shows him and then breathes out an almost helpless smile. “oh i know that, honey,” he says, signing the words along as he speaks them before he reaches out to run his hand gently over her hair, letting it rests in the back of her neck for a moment before he pulls back again to continue speaking.

“but i still feel i should have informed you of the consequences of using your ability better.” he makes a face momentarily as he thinks about it. “this isn’t the first time something like this happened.” he thinks of every single one of his children who have lost the use of or simply lost their entire limbs and he thinks there should be a way to warn them off doing things that might risk it.

but then he also know his children will always be his children, and if the cause seems worth it enough to them, they will sacrifice whatever necessary to save the people they love. and no matter how much he’d love to claim that he’ll be more than happy to revive whoever they want for them, he doesn’t look forward to being linked to tens of people around the world. their mothers he would do it for no doubt, as well as perhaps any other siblings they may have or any possibly stepfathers they love, but other than that? he can’t hardly keep half the world alive just because they’re related to his children.

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every time he hears her play, osiris decides all over again that she is the best musician to exist in the world and there is no doubt about it. it’s just the same tonight, as he sits in a dark corner of the restaurant so as to not pull his daughter’s attention to him and rather let her focus on her work. by the time she’s almost done playing, he makes sure to pay his bill so that when eventually his daughter’s bit of work is over, he can get up and casually walk over to her. 

he comes to a stop a few steps away, to not startle her with his sudden appearance by her side. she’s mute and not deaf, he knows this, but he also knows that sometimes people can focus so much on one thing they don’t notice others.

“once again beautifully played,” he tells his daughter in a soft and extremely warm tone of voice, waiting for her to look up at him before he reaches out to run his hand over her hair. “i’ll walk you home, little bee, do you need me to carry anything?” sometimes she brings her violin, after all. luckily the piano and the harp can stay at the restaurant, because he doesn’t think those would be a fun time carrying from one place to the other.

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He took a sip of his coffee and gazed at his cousin across the table. He’d been getting better in terms of accepting his emotions, but the young man still struggled with the idea of being part of a bigger family and even more so, being accepted by that family. “You make it sound as though regaining the lost things is easy and maybe for some it really is,” he stated, humming to himself. He then pulled out his sketchbook and carefully sketched out a tree with a few leaves, some shaded almost dark and some unshaded. 

“Color can always be gained, but it can’t be given up. I’ve lost a lot. So have you, so maybe you’re right, we have lost enough...but what can we do to regain that?” he stated, drawing lines and flowers all over the page with a single hand. “I’m too old to regain my dreams and my childhood, but you’re still young,” he stated. 

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Sihyeon struggled to keep a straight face when Dosie showed her what she had written, although she tried really hard not to laugh and to act threatened. "And I hope I'll never have to! You seem way too fearsome for lil ole' me to fight~" She teased, gently nudging the other girl's arm.

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Grass under her feet, the sound of the breeze shaking the leaves around her and the exhilarating absence of modern society. As much as humankind's evolution was rather convenient, it could be overwhelming or bluntly annoying at times. That was exactly the reason that drove Hecate to make her home right into the heart of the forest, a place not all dared to step foot in. It was Hecate’s very first day completely stripped from responsibilities and no better way to rejoice it than performing the monthly ritual to catch up with her worshippers across the world.

Books, gemstones, dried leaves of rare plants and all the other common ingredients were ready, laying on the ground, forming a circle around her and the goddess was ready. The tingling feeling of the magic boiling from her skin was cut short, merely starting the preparations and Hecate could smash a skull out of annoyance. A tune. Melody chiming from a few trees away danced around with the wind, slightly familiar but Hecate’s bitterness at the situation fogged her mind from identifying it properly.

he smiles widely when his eyes skim the text on his daughter's tablet, and for a very, very brief moment he wishes he could have his brother's talents so he could read the words right out of his daughter's head and not have to wait for her to put them down in writing. but then he doesn't mind the waiting, he just feels bad for dosie that she had to give something up, even if he knows she did it willingly.

"of course i am my sweet," he tells her with great warmth as he raises his eyes from the tablet back to his daughter's face. he's been considering teaching her sign language, but he hasn't brought up the subject yet because he doesn't know in how far she minds the writing. he does intend to speak with her about it soon, but not just yet. after all; he's only recently returned and he doesn't want to be the meddlesome father - though he loves to be up to date about his children's lives.

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The coffee shop was absolutely packed. Apparently it was the first day their legendary holiday drinks and treats were available, and people were going a little nuts for it. It had taken twenty minutes just to get through the line to order, and Charlotte wouldn’t have bothered if she were not exhausted from a late-night HEXED show that had kept her up all night.

Midnight was a great time for a witchy rock concert, but when they didn’t get home until three or four in the morning, Charlotte was basically doomed to forgo sleep that day thanks to her insomnia. At least she had gotten in a killer run that morning.

She had been fiddling with her phone as she waited for her coffee, checking the band’s social media and what the fans had thought of the streamed version of the concert. Then she noticed something that diverted her attention. One of the other customers who had already gotten her order was trying, and evidently failing, to get the attention of the busy employees. The girl didn’t appear to be saying anything, but she was lingering and making timid gestures to try to get someone’s attention.