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Byron A. Deville
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A hand shot out and yanks him forward. "Be weary of traffic. I would hate to ruin my Jimmy Choo's tonight. Because of a little boy. Again."
“People should learn to keep their hands to themselves. Especially when it comes to my son.”
LETTERS // PROMPT MEME.
thoubyronic said:
⎈ ( Wuxian )
010. a letter for a friend Family
Dear Baobei,
Today marks your 100th day since you’ve been born, although by the time you read this, you’ll be too old to still be called baobei... honestly, I hope that day won’t come too soon, let this uncle of yours enjoy his adorable nephew being cute and silly.
Truth be told, this letter is intended for the future you. You’re probably wondering how did I become your uncle in the first place. Well my young Padawan, I annoyed your parents so much that here I am! :D
All jokes aside (I can be serious too!), by the time you read this you may have already experienced a lot of things, school, college maybe? break ups, even fall outs but that’s the beauty of life... just one big adventure. Just know that no matter what you will go through, you still have your mom and your dad but you also have all those people you meet, who will become family not by blood but by bond.
Take it from me, hold those people dear.
Anyways, before this gets too mushy and gross I just want to say that you’re a good kid. Hopefully I can stick around to see you all grown up, unless your dad finally gets fed up with me and kicks me out although your mom is like a sister to me so I doubt but who knows where life will take us!
Uncle Wuxian
(\_/) (^_^) (____)0
@thoubyronic said:
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LETTERS // RNG MEME
012. an urgent letter
Byron,
I received your last letter. You have to tell me if you and your mother are alright. Whatever is happening I will do my best to help you. First you have to tell me who won’t let you leave.
If you’re talking about your father. I will come visit soon. He always had his reasons for not wanting to associate with the rest of the family. They had to do with your grandmother. Others were misunderstandings. That never changed the fact your father is my brother. I love him and by extension I love you and your mother.
Whatever you do keep your letter encrypted. I will handle the rest. Everything will be alright. I promise.
Love,
Uncle Connor

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@thoubyronic said:
"Dad, I think this year will be the year where I /finally/ pass you in height. I just need to add more vegetables into my diet."
“You would not be ‘messing’ with me on purpose today would you, Byron?” Corvus leveled the question with a narrow of his dark eyes. He entered his office with intent on grabbing a textbook he missed. The one he had been searching for this morning. The same he now found where his son is loitering. One cannot loiter in their own home. He just found the terminology fitting.
A small smile curled the man’s lips. He removed the glasses he wore atop his nose. Giving the bridge a pinch, he shook his head. “Your mother will appreciate being the smallest in the house. I assure you of that.” Genevieve always likened Byron to taking after Corvus. This would be no different. Though deep down he always hoped he would take more after her. In that way he can be sure Byron would never suffer what he did at his age. “Now what are you up to?” Corvus picked up the book. He gave Byron a pointed look. There is always something.
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A crimson ornament with a snowman painted on it was offered to Corvus from the 4-year old child. There was a notable similarity between this snowman and Corvus: The snowman seemed to have a goatee. It was quite fancy, the ornament -- accessories with sparkles and a white ribbon. "Daddy! I made it for you! Mommy helped, but I made you!" He expressed, ever so excited about his personalized ornament. "I wanna put it at the top of the tree!" He pointed towards the flourishing tree, asking for help.
There is something oddly bittersweet about this time of year in his life now. Holidays were never a celebration for him. Until Genevieve came along he was isolated at Christmas time. No matter what his brother attempted he would not see the reason. She became that reason. Then his son added to that.
Corvus picked Byron up, hoisting him protectively as he reached up to take the ornament dangling from his small hand. A small smile rose at the corners of his mouth.
Witnessing how artistic Byron is at this age makes him proud. As someone who takes art of poetry and drawing to heart, this ornament is not just a mere child’s decoration. This ornament is a personal imprint on him. One flourish of something he never expected to have but he does.
“How good is this? The best snowman I have ever seen.” He paused to hold it up for comparison. “Hm. It is me.” The goatee does bear a striking resemblance. “Let us hang daddy on the tree then.” Corvus shifted over to let his son choose a place high up just as he wanted. “Which spot little Van Gogh?”
“....” Watching in the distance she is quiet until one of the reapers softly speaks up. “.....At least he didn’t throw it away...” Death turned her gaze towards the reaper. A tremble running through the creature’s body from the cold glare. A wave of comfort as she walks away.