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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 12, 2017 11:58:13 GMT 10
Christine Trevelyan Grey walked hand in hand with her five year old son, Charles "Charlie" Grey, through the long departure corridor of the Seattle airport, pulling along their cases in her free hand. Her eyes scanned around the open space of the airport, narrowing as she tried to spot her brother, who was meant to be picking them up.
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Post by witch on Nov 12, 2017 12:10:25 GMT 10
Of course one COULD claim that he was running late and in some ways, he kind of was but with a driver STILL driving him around and pretty much keeping track of his employers day lateness wasn't something that really existed in his world. Instead it all came down to one this and that was his mixed feelings about seeing his 'sister' again. It always seems that one Christine Grey confused him, made his otherwise straight forward mind turn into something of a maze and no he STILL hadn't found his way out of and so as the car finally pulled up he found himself somewhat dragging his feet until spying her, that tiny annoying flutter entering his heart as he did so.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 12, 2017 12:13:39 GMT 10
"God damn it, did I give him the right terminal number... Fu..." She stopped herself mid curse, as she looked to her son, who had an eyebrow raised at her, "Fu.... Lly sure I did... But... I did have like two other flights between then and now... Gah, Charlie, your mum really needs to organised her butt and fast," she said, the little boy sniggering, though he shrugged
"Least we're at the right airport mum,"
"That... That is very true baba..."
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Post by witch on Nov 12, 2017 12:40:41 GMT 10
The little boy giggled before his eyes scanned over the crowd again, it was just something that he did at least that was before his eyes finally landed on someone his had squeezing his mothers a little tighter as he did so.
"Is that his Mama?" he questioned his eyes so much like his father's filling with mixed feelings.
He had not yet met the man that was picking them up though he had of course seen pictures and heard stories at one point even saying that the guy in the photo looked like his Aunt Emma who had disappeared some years back, though this man held a power within his every pore that Emma would never have.
Finally spying them Christain knew he couldn't hold back any longer, though the sight of the little boy surprised him. He HAD heard through the grapevine that his sister had, had a child but he had found it hard to believe but then again Christine HAD always surprised him.
"You ready?" He questioned as he walked upto them placing a cool mask over his face one that hid any underlining feelings. "Tyler's waiting outside."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 12, 2017 12:44:25 GMT 10
"Bingo bambi," she said, spotting her brother, rolling her eyes as she watched him approach them, leading her son a few steps to meet him. "We're ready," she said, looking to her son, winking, sniggering as he tried to wink back, he was getting close but still looked like he was wincing, due to his lips seeming to be pulled up by his eye closing, the other eye fighting to stay open.
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Post by witch on Nov 12, 2017 12:55:35 GMT 10
"Let's go then" Christian voiced his eyes suddenly gluing to the child once more a single question filling his head.
There was something about him, something familiar but unplaced making him wish that HIS best friend hadn't once more proved her strange skills and gone into hiding for it was she who knew Christine the best and no doubt knew the answer to the question that now plagued him.
"It's been awhile." he voiced instead trying to keep up some sort of small talk running his hand through his hair as he always did when this kind of feeling came over him "Mum and Elliot will be pleased to see you and get to meet you...little man."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 12, 2017 12:58:18 GMT 10
"Yeah, sorry... I didn't mean to not come back for so long... Work just picked up so much, and course I had to ensure my boy had everything he needed and wanted..." She said, squeezing her sons hand gently, rolling her eyes at her brother, "why not ask him his name, Chris?" She asked, mother and son sharing a look before both sniggering
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Post by witch on Nov 12, 2017 13:08:33 GMT 10
"Right." he breathed "Work."
His voice trailed off through his eyes shot daggers as he saw the role of his sister's eyes. It had always been a pet peeve of his, the rudeness just blazing in the action and one HIS girls knew better than to do but then again Christine wasn't one of those girls.
"As for a name..." he stopped pending down to the hight of the small boy his eyes once again taking everything in a new task for his team forming in his mind and one he'd set them to work to A.S.A.P. "Mind telling me what it is and just how old you are?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 12, 2017 13:11:17 GMT 10
"Oh go pull head out of your... Butt, Chris, voice acting may not be all suits and smarts, but it is still work, that I get paid for and am well known for..."
"Charlie, I'm five years old, and you should learn to talk to my mum better,"
"Charlie..." She scolded, though clearly didn't mean it
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Post by witch on Nov 12, 2017 13:21:23 GMT 10
Somewhat taken back by the outburst Christain couldn't help but remember just how at times his sister drove him up the wall.
"I don't recall ever saying it wasn't." He stated matter of factually "Maybe it's you that has the issue with it."
He then stood back up.
"And how about that, another C." He couldn't help but wonder why. "Someone help you pick it out?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 12, 2017 13:25:50 GMT 10
She rolled her eyes, slightly holding back her little boy as she watched her brother rise to his feet, she looked him dead in the eye "Nope, since his dad shoved me off the minute I came to tell him bout our little man being conceived..."
"Con sived?" Charlie asked, tilting his head at his mother
"it means made, baba, when you were made and growing in me." She said softly, her voice changing near entirely when speaking to her son. Charlie nodded, grinning at her
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Post by witch on Nov 12, 2017 13:33:35 GMT 10
"Will you stop doing that?" Christian questioned his anger rising once again "As for the father...maybe you should have tried a little more, though some guys just aren't meant to be fathers."
He couldn't help but recall his own, not that he remembered or knew anything about him. His mother was bad enough which made him at least thankful that Christine seemed to have that under control at least.
"Let's just....go. As I said Mum and Elliot will be happy to see you."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 12, 2017 13:36:30 GMT 10
"Doing what? Not taking your... Nonsense..." She looked down at her son, "I really can't wait till your old enough for me to swear around you," he nodded sympathetically, making her snigger yet again. "And, as for his dad.. I dunno, I heard he had two other kids since then... I know I couldn't have tried any harder without killing myself to show how much I loved him..." She looked off for a few moments before coming back. She shrugged, "ah well, you live, you learn, you teach your baby boys to not be anyone's door mat, no matter what."
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Post by witch on Nov 12, 2017 13:43:11 GMT 10
"I meant rolling your eyes Chris. Even a five-year-old must know how rude THAT is." He warned his fingers itching to teach her a lesson "As for being a doormat, people can only walk over you IF you let them and love...it's not something that's always returned maybe this guy of yours learnt that and you're better off for it."
He sighed then before starting once more to move off.
"As for taking my 'nonsense' as you call it, it takes two to tango."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 12, 2017 13:46:28 GMT 10
"Not when your being rude yourself..." Charlie said, holding his head triumphantly as the three walked together
"Yeah... Yeah maybe..." She said, her voice sad and riddled with heart ache that still lingered after all this time. Charlie looked up at her, squeezing her hand gently, she leaned down, kissing his cheek, "I'm alright baby boy, just... Over tired I guess would be a fair description."
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