#rppage

@childrenofestheim​

It was the morning of her 14th birthday, her first day to be recognized as a little lady and not a mere child, though that didn’t stop her from choosing Klanoa’s Playground for her party. Her party with friends from school was for another day, but today both her fathers were going to spend the day with her, as well as her siblings. The spotlight belonged to only Charity today!

“Be sure to take a good picture of me when I go by.” She called to Page and Isaac as they stood on the sidelines.

“Yes, yes.” Isaac promised, asking one last time if she was sure she didn’t want one of them riding with her.

For several years Page Aaron Estheim had said he would take over more of Isaac’s missions for him, yet he’d done nothing to act on it. Now, finally, Page had begun his training needed to properly carry out missions in other worlds. While in another world one’s magic or abilities could be limited, or the weapon you were most used too could be out of reach, or you had no choice to push yourself past your limits. One had to be ready for any scenario, and that was something Page had undermined until now.

Today Aeon sent Page a message on his computer, inviting him up to the Rift and opening a portal for him when Page replied. “Do you know what I’ve called you here for?”

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Last year was a big celebration for their anniversary, especially with the question Page had asked Isaac then. This year Isaac wanted to do something special that Page would really appreciate.

The second Page come home Isaac started strumming on the guitar he brought.

“We're far apart in every way But you're the best part of my day And sure as I breathe the air I know we are the perfect pair

On a prickly path that goes on for miles But it's worth it just to see you smile

And I cannot be pulled apart From the hold you have on my heart And even if the world tells us it's wrong You're in my head like a catchy song

The seasons change and leaves may fall But I'll be with you through them all And rain or shine, you'll always be mine

On a prickly path that goes on for miles You're the only one who makes it all worthwhile

And you should not blame me, too If I can't help fallin' in love with you...” 

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Isaac carefully counted out the money he’d brought with him for what had to be the 20th time that night. He knew how much was there, but he still had to be sure. The numbers for tonight had been crunched and worked over again to be certain he knew how much he was spending. Part of the money had already been set aside to pay for the limo he rented. It was frivolous, but the company assured all his private details were secure (not that any of it was true aside from his address) and Isaac hoped it would seem less sketchy than a taxi to whichever human he brought home tonight.

The wig he wore was fiddled with, ensuring it was in place and looked natural. Hopefully he wasn’t there to recognize Isaac. The cab of the limo seemed to close in around Isaac as he began hyperventilating. He was going out in public to a large vampire gathering. Surely Ferid could be there. If the caught Isaac then---no! No! He wasn’t going to panic. Isaac had done all he could to disguise himself short of cross dressing. No one would know it was him there.

The limo came to a stop and the door was opened for him. Isaac climbed out and headed into the auction. The room was packed with vampires. He should be able to hid in plain sight here. Soon the auction began and the first human was brought out.

“And for this fine specimen I’m asking for $20,000!” 

Isaac’s heart sank. He couldn’t afford that... That’d make a massive dent in his savings. So, Isaac waited for the next one, but the starting price was still out of his reach. Just as Isaac thought of giving up and heading back the third lot was brought out. A man with pink hair who looked sickly.

“Seeing as this one’s damaged goods, he’s going for a song. Do I have $100 for him?” 

Isaac’s hand shot up. “Here!”

“I got $100 from the gentleman in the back. Do I have $200? $200 anywhere?” The auctioneer looked around, but no one else was biting. “$100 going once. Going twice. Sold! To the gentleman in the back.” Isaac sighed deeply. He’d done it! Isaac pushed his way to the side and reached one of the staff to complete the exchange. He was taken to the back room where the human he bought was in a cage. Isaac’s heart broke for him. Kneeling down next to the cage he whispered “I know you don’t trust me, but I’m not like the rest of them. I’m here to save you.” If only he could have saved the other humans up for auction, but Isaac wasn’t made of money, and if he tried to set them all free would any of them be able to escape? Hopefully the vampires here weren’t all like Ferid. The two that had told him about the auction seemed like nice enough ladies.

For the next hour, my muse is hooked up to a death machine. If five people send them an “O” first, they can go free. If five people send them an “X” first, they’re dead. The choice is yours~

O: 1/5X: 0/5

After the kiss Isaac opened the box Page gave him and marveled over the selection of vests and ties inside. They all looked to match one suit or another in his vast wardrobe in colour and material. Page must have spent forever getting these ready.

Then Page presented the sword.

Married life didn’t change everything. Isaac still got up at five in the morning to workout and train with his father. Today when they came back inside there was a beautiful spread of food on the table, and Page waiting there to greet Isaac.

“Happy anniversary, my love.” Isaac returned, sailing over to kiss his husband. Sure they were five days late for the actual date, but the 10th was their usual do-over day.

Regal examined what Page had laid out, commenting that it looked good. Isaac leaned over the spread, crossing his arms over it in an ‘X’. “This is my special anniversary breakfast…” He gave a little pout before Regal stepped.

“Sorry. I wasn’t going to have any.” He did chuckle at his son’s behaviour before heading into the kitchen to see about his own breakfast.

Isaac sat down and pulled Page into his lap to kiss him again. “Thank you, Page. I love you.”

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There was no shortage of energy on the morning of December 5th at the Bryant home. While some preparations had been done before hand, ensuring the last minute details were in place took a great deal of energy, including getting Isaac put together for his big day. While some staff had reservations about Isaac’s chosen partner being a male, no one could say a word against him with how happy he looked. More so when Anastasia pulled aside any who disagreed with the wedding for a talking to.

Isaac was beside himself with excitement and nervousness. He knew Page wasn’t going to leave him at the altar or anything, but it was a little embarrassing knowing he’d be kissing Page in front of all his friends and family. Ah well, at least there wouldn’t be any paparazzi from Page’s world trying to crash the wedding.

Finally, after much grooming and running around, Isaac was waiting for his walk down the isle. 

“Are you sure you don’t want your father to walk you down the aisle?” Anastasia asked her son quietly.

“I’m sure, we’re already breaking tradition, so what’s one more?”

“Yes, I suppose you have a point.” It would have looked a little award for Regal to walk Isaac down, but she knew her husband wanted to be there for Isaac as much as possible.

“And Mom,” Isaac leaned in real quick as the music started, “please tell Dad thank for you the cake.” Regal had outdone himself in making the cake for Isaac and Page’s wedding, insisting he be the one to prepare it as part of their wedding present.

“I will. Now, let’s get you going.” The music hushed the guests and with Anastasia holding Isaac’s arm she walked with him towards Page, waiting quietly at the end of the aisle with Rain, Page’s brother and the officiator of the wedding.

“I love you Isaac.” She whispered before giving him a kiss on the forehead and going to take her seat.

“I love you too, Mom.” Isaac turned to his soon to be husband and stood next to him, trying not to get emotional already. Oh how was he supposed to make it through the service without crying?