#Lucy Frey {Newborn Crow}

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“Right, and you are…?” he slowly asked, blinking a couple of times. “I don’t think we’ve introduced eachother–you know my name right? Raphiel?” He stuck out his hand quickly after, but then soon pulled back a little. Maybe it was too awkward for a handshake right now.

“I know you’re a Frey, and I’m also a Frey, and that’s it! Heh!”

He didn’t know either of his parents and yet his first name was Josiah’s middle name. It was kind of odd to see how the Raphiel name was passed on. First it belonged to one of her dad’s best friends. Then it was given to Josiah as a middle name, and now her nephew had it.

“I’m Lucy. The oldest of us.” She said to him, watching as he took his hand back quickly. He was honestly a spitting image of her younger brother. “There’s also Gabriel and Sapphira. Your dad is the youngest.” She explained.

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To this, Raph was silent for a second. He was deep in though, his lower lip out in a pout. “I mean…Is he even old enough? What year is it? Would it even clock in his head who I am?” He sounded so unsure. He’s only met Josiah only once before, and it was a very botched meeting! Raph looked down for a second, a little worried.“Either way, I-I’m not opposed! Hell, this whole time stuff is so strange, it’s like a nightmare sometimes…

”…Why isn’t he at the get together already? I mean, you’re here– and a couple of other guys; why not him?“

“Funnily enough, this time stuff is way more complicated than any sort of media will let on. There’s no real way to understand how time truly works. It’s a human concept. I think the only person I know who can actually grasp time, it would be my mother. But she’s tried explaining it to me, and I don’t think I can comprehend it as a human.” She stated, shrugging as she looked down at her phone.

“I’m actually not really sure where he is. He doesn’t tend to update me on much. He and Sapphira are much closer.” She told him, shooting a text to her youngest brother.

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What’s your underlying motif?

The Orange

Whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. A love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. You remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. In her poem “the orange” by Wendy Cope she said “I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave, they had quarters and I had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. She also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well I say, it’s you.

The home

Whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. Your the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. Your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. I respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never been as kind to you as you are to it. Anne Lammott said “lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining” and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. Because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.

The coffee

Whether it’s your sharp tongue, your tendency to blow hot or cold, or the familiarity of you, you’re the coffee. Don’t immediately assume that your undercurrent means you’re bitter, a common misconception, because people who like coffee always make it work for them. Coffee doesn’t always have to be dark, it can be a warmth that’s comforting and the first start to a day. You aren’t nearly as tough as you make out to be, but we’ll keep your secret. You’re a constant, won’t ever go out of style. Not everyone’s taste, but what is these days? An unknown quote reads “I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone... I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely” Remember you don’t always need to face things yourself, there’s a reason people suggest “coffee?” when they want to spend time together.

The lightning rod

Whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. You are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unraveled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. Some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. The difference is in who wants to learn more. Keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. Matshona Dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

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Her eyes fluttered open as life filled her body. Slowly sitting up, she glanced around the room at the people surrounding her. They greeted her with open arms but there were no pleasantries. They seemed angry.

“I still do not like this plan. We should have never gotten this far with it.” One shouted to the others. A few nodded in agreeance with this statement.

“We cannot allow Angel to stay out there, or whatever he calls himself now. As long as he lives, he will be a constant reminder of our...failure.” They spoke that final work with such vitriol, as if it were truly poisonous to even say. The anger in the room flared and voices rang out loudly. The woman who had just been brought to life could not make heads or tails of what they all were screaming at each other. Finally, a voice echoed out over all the others.

“SILENCE!” The room listened, following the commands of a tall woman now walking approaching the gathering of individuals. They all bowed and stepped aside. “You are gods, and you bicker like mortal men. We have what is necessary, and we will proceed as planned. You there.” The woman said, now approaching the newly birthed female who sat with confusion.

“You have a very particular mission, one that you will carry out without fail. Out in the multi-verse in another like you, a constant mark on our history. You are to seek him out and kill him. He goes by Eren.” She instructed. The woman nodded, standing up as she was ready to go already.

“You.” She said in a commanding tone, causing her to stop. She looked back at the woman. “You will be our greatest creation. You will be called Death.” She told her. With that, Death nodded and left on her mission.

Hundreds of thousands of years later, she found him, and those who followed him. His scent was clear, and this family of mortals held power that no mortal should. If she couldn’t find him, she would use those who seemed to be favored by him to get him to find her. She raised her arm up and knocked on the door.

After a few moments of silence, the door slowly opened. Before her was a much larger man, looking down at her with multicolored eyes. He gave a curious gaze.

“Can I help you?” Israel spoke. Death glanced up at him and spoke calmly.

“Where is Eren.” She demanded. He stared into her eyes.

“I’m not sure who you’re talking about.” He stated. She glared back at him. If he would not give her the answer she wanted, someone else would.

In an instant, her arm had moved. Israel’s eyes slowly widened before he was tossed aside. Death’s arm slowly changed from a blade back to her normal arm as Israel lay lifeless on the floor now, blood pouring out of his neck. She stepped inside as he collapsed.

She heard movement from upstairs and saw two figures starting to come down the stairs. A blonde girl, and a brunette girl. They both came down and stopped, eyes wide as their father lay lifeless at the entrance to their house. Both of them quickly growled, anger filling their very being as they both pulled handguns free and unloaded.

Death stood still and took the shots. They stung more than she expected. Their was a holy energy within them that she was not expecting. As the two fired, two more people showed up. A blonde boy, and a brunette boy now stood on the stairs. They both had the same reaction as their sisters upon seeing Israel laying lifeless on the ground.

Once Lucy and Sapphira had emptied their magazines, Death appeared right in front of them, reaching out and gripped their throats.

“Where is Eren.” She demanded once more. The small Brunette boy reaching out and jammed a large blade into her wrist, twisting the blade and severing it, freeing Lucy, who crouched down and lunged, tackling Death down the stairs.

After tumbling, Death hugged Lucy tight. As the blonde struggled, Death had spines grow from the front of her body, impaling Lucy in multiple places. Her struggling stopped. Sapphira let out a cry and charged forward, as did Josiah. Grabriel stood shocked before shaking his head. He needed to help his siblings.

Death stood up and Sapphira took a swing, clocking Death in the jaw. She turned her head as Sapphira shook her hand, obviously in pain. Opening her left hand she summoned forth her own handgun, placing the barrel to Sapphira’s head and pulling the trigger without a second thought.

Josiah had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to do something. He couldn’t let his family just die like this. He jumped forward and grabbed onto Death, dragging her to the ground. Her right hand had come back but he knew at the very least that she could be wounded. Using his knife, he jammed it down into her chest, once, twice, four times, eight times. Silver and gold colored blood flew from Death but she did not react in the slightest.

Gripping Josiah’s hands as he brought them down once more she stopped his assault, looking up into the boy’s eyes.

“Where. Is. Eren.” She said once more. He said nothing, only trying to shove the blade down again. In a swift movement, she redirected his blade. Josiah let out a gasp with wide eyes as he slowly glanced down, seeing his knife in his own chest. He slowly let go of it before Death put her palm on him and he felt a force throw him off of her, slamming into the stairs and slowly sliding back down. Death stood up, looking to Gabriel now. She didn’t even speak. He had heard her question.

“Fuck you, psycho bitch.” He said, placing a single shot into her forehead. Her head flung back and she stood still for a few moments, slowly bringing her head forward once more.

“So be it.” She stated, lifting her own gun and repaying the favor. Gabriel fell to his knees and crashed down the stairs. Death stood among the dead, sensing no other life in the building. She stepped outside and closed the door behind her, coming face to face with another woman, although she gave off energies more powerful than all those within the house. Each of the younger ones shared the same energy, though not nearly as strong.

“Where is Eren.” She demanded. Anna frowned, her eyes saying she was full of rage, her face showing her deep sorrow.

“I will never tell you.” She stated.

“Weakling. You will die like the rest.” Death stated, taking a step forward.

“Hell hath no fury like that of a mother’s rage.” Anna stated, putting her hand out and pulling Death into her grasp. Death could not resist the pull, finding it stronger than she believed it could be. Struggling against Anna’s grip, she attempted to free herself.

A blade appeared out of thin air within Anna’s right hand and she buried it deep within Death’s torso. The sting was like nothing she had ever felt before. Anna pulled the blade free and lifted the woman off the ground, squeezing her neck tighter and tighter.

“I may never be able to kill you, but I know he can.” Anna stated. Death felt a rage build in her chest before she reached up and grabbed hold of Anna’s wrist and crushing it, freeing herself. She fell to the ground, standing herself up quickly and stepping forward, grabbing hold of Anna’s head with both hands. Anna did not look away as Death twisted, snapping the angel’s neck. She fell, but her life did not cease. No angel could die so simply.

Death pulled Anna’s blade free and was about to stab it down but was stopped as a sudden energy appeared in front of her, holding the blade still. Death looked slowly up to the face of the one she had been hunting for her entire life.

“Eren.” She said calmly.

“You’ve overstepped girl. For that you will die.” He responded.

“Your creators demand your life. I intend on taking it for them.”

“You cannot hope to defeat the likes of me.”

“I was made to destroy you, and will not fail in my life’s mission. You will fail here today and I will bring your corpse before those who created you. The shame you have brought to them will be your downfall.”

“That will be your epitaph.”

Eren quickly jumped back, his arm shifting to a blade as he then charged forward. Death did the same, and their blades clashed. Despite the calm look on Eren’s face, a flame was raging inside him. He intended on ending this here, and now.

Moving faster than the human eye could perceive, they attacked each other, blocking blows and attempting counter attacks. One little mistake was all it took and neither would give an inch.

To them, the battle seemed to last for hours, but in reality, only about a minute had passed. With a quick duck, Eren avoided getting sliced in half, and he pushed his arm forward and up, standing quickly with it. His blade found a new home deep within Death’s chest. Despite her wounds she had put up one hell of a fight.

“Do you know what happens when creatures such as us die?” Eren questioned as she trembled. “There is no afterlife for angels or demons. You will simply vanish deep into the void, and your memories, all the things you learned and knew, will vanish, never to be seen again.”

Death said nothing. For the first time ever, fear filled her eyes.

“Goodbye, whoever you are. You have made the final mistake.” He told her, ripping his arm to the side, cutting her through. Her body collapsed, and then there was nothing.

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{For your viewing pleasure, I got Actor faceclaims for my muses. Enjoy. You also get two bonus characters that aren’t on this blog, which is Isaac and Sereh Frey. Israel and Hannah’s parents. Enjoy.}

1. Israel Frey (Alexander Skarsgård)

2. Hannah Frey (Willa Holland)

3. Lucy Frey (Saoirse Ronan)

4. Gabriel Frey (Ross Lynch)

5. Sapphira Frey (Jennie Jacques)

6. Josiah Frey (Skander Keyens)

7. Anna Frey (Clara Galle)

8. Eren (Sebastian Stan)

9. Isaac Frey (Jensen Ackles)

10. Sereh Frey (Stefanie Joosten)

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@piecesofacrow liked for raph one liner!

“So–this is how the family on the other side is like? I mean, Really, I can’t even fathom what her side looks like, this is all so new still!”

“I figure it can’t be that different. Although, from what I hear from Josiah and Sapphira, other families tend to be a lot louder at get togethers.”

@piecesofacrow liked for raph one liner!

"So--this is how the family on the other side is like? I mean, Really, I can't even fathom what her side looks like, this is all so new still!"

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Lucy glanced at her as she spoke. They...tried to shove people into suits? This was a little hard to believe. She wasn’t even sure if she believed her to begin with. It just didn’t seem probable, it didn’t seem possible. But knowing her father and everything he’d shown her, the work she was training for, it really seemed anything was possible.

“Well. If that’s the case, then me taking a peak into the building from the outside wont do any harm, will it.” She commented, slowly approaching the building and peaking in through the windows before opening the front door, staying on the outside and looking down the dark hallway. She still didn’t believe it, she wasn’t even sure what she was looking for.

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SNK Plot Challenge!

During chapters 120-127, what was your OC doing while the SnK Cast was driving the plot? Write a small drabble with their thoughts, what they are doing, how they are feeling, etc. Then tag other OC-Creators in it. Rinse, lather, repeat!

tagged by @hunting-songs​ and @belzinone // melody’s drabble here // Bel’s drabble here tagging Any OC’s from AoT that may be following me or see this. Feel free to snatch it and tag me, just have fun writing.

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A spark, cutting through the minds of each and every Frey sibling within the walls. Pausing as they could all hear the voice of Eren Jaeger. He was freeing them all, sending out the Titans to flatten the Earth and set them all free. He was going to destroy the opposition. He was breaking the chain.

Lucy felt tears build in her eyes, instantly breaking down as she realized the death of her older brother was no longer in vain, but on top of that he was dead, unable to witness the final moments. She screamed, shaking once they were all freed of Eren’s speech. The other members of their group seemed to be overjoyed, but Lucy was distraught, gripping at her head as she couldn’t bare the guilt, the shame of ending her brothers life when they were this close to the end. He should have been here, he should have seen it with his own eyes.

“Snap out of it! Lucy! What’s wrong with you!” Hannah yelled, shaking her and waking her from her emotional trance. Lucy looked up, eyes wide in horror as she looked to her older sister. “You shouldn’t be crying now! The walls have crumbled and the war is about to end! We won Lucy...we won.” She told her with a smile, her voice gentle and loving. Lucy shook her head.

“No...Israel should be here. Eren may be winning this war, but look at the cost...” She said in a hushed voice, closing her eyes once again before Gabriel placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Quit fucking crying Lucy. At what cost? If he wasn’t dead, then even less of us would be here to witness this moment.” He said, looking up at the massive hoard of Titans that were walking out to the world, ready to destroy everything in their path. “I’m not happy about his sacrifice, I’m not happy he’s dead. But I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not happy that I’m alive.” He grumbled. Lucy’s face grew angry and she turned, slamming her fist into her brother’s face, knocking him to the ground as she tried climbing onto him to continue her assault.

“Lucy stop! If you turn on him now than Israel really did die for nothing!” Sapphira cried out as Hannah now grabbed hold of Lucy, trying to keep her from pounding their brother into a pulpy mess.

“You have no right to speak his name! It’s your fault he died, it’s your fault and Gabriel’s! He fought for us above all else and you tried to kill him for it!” Lucy screamed out, tears still falling down her cheeks as she struggled against Hannah. Gabriel was trying to sit himself up, still reeling from the impact of her punch.

“It’s Marley’s fault...” Josiah spoke from the corner of the room. He sat with his legs to his chest. He’d gone from a happy and joyous child to one who couldn’t even bring himself to smile. The bags under his eyes and the fact that there was barely any light in them was only a glimpse into how bad he really felt. They all paused and looked to him. He hadn’t spoken to them in days. He hadn’t spoken in general. “Had they not turned around and become the very tyrants they wanted to fight against and destroy...none of this would have happened.” He explained, looking to the floor, wall, anywhere but his siblings.

“Exactly. That’s why we’re here Lucy. Because we have a common enemy. We have the chance to start a new life, start a new world. We can teach them the dangers we faced. It won’t be perfect, it never could be, but it will be better. Better than the world we were raised in. A world Israel would have wanted.” Hannah said in a calm voice in Lucy’s ear. She shuddered, her muscles loosening as she cried once more, falling to her knees when Hannah let go of her, allowing her to get it all out.

“He didn’t have to die...” She cried. “Why couldn’t he have just stayed home? I...I want my brother back...” Lucy cried out in desperation. “Eren! You hear me! I WANT MY FUCKING BROTHER BACK!” She yelled. Josiah couldn’t take it anymore, tears bursting from his eyes as he listened to his sisters pained cries. this moment was supposed to be a happy one for all of them, and yet none of them could find a reason to be happy anymore. Not when the dream of their brother was coming true and he wasn’t even here to see it...

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➺ ((For Lucy since she seems lonely.XD))

Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle.

Lucy looked to the woman who was bleeding on the ground, a calm gaze on her face, but her eyes showed she was more than shocked. What had happened to her? This was a kids place right? So what could have happened to cause this kind of incident? She had obviously crawled outside of the building, and she was lucky she was still alive. Lucy crouched down, gently touching the wound, feeling it was still mostly fresh. Was someone still inside? Or had they run?

“Excuse me miss. Are you awake?” She questioned in a soft voice, hoping she was still conscious. “I have an ambulance on the way, but for now I need to know if your attacker is still nearby?” Lucy pulled a concealed handgun from her clothes, pulling the slide back and locking a bullet into the chamber. From there she slide the magazine out and checked which type of bullet she had loaded. Full Metal Jacket was loaded in first, a few hollow points had been mixed in as well.

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What kind of “I love you” Are you?

I love you, I've always loved you, I will always love you

It's commitment, it's devotion, it goes often without saying, but is felt nonetheless. It's accepting that you would travel to hell and back for them if they asked and knowing that they would do the same for you. It's an old ache, long after they've burrowed deep into your chest and settled there like a weight- grounding, an anchor point. Even when you're apart, you can still feel the shape of them, it's like phantom pain. Neither of you can help but succumb to the other's gravity, yet neither of you fear the collision. It means that you trust them, that they make you feel safe, that they feel like home.

Love you!

It's the "I love you" we use every time we finish up a call with our mom, every time we want to offer our friends a bit of encouragement, the welcome home kiss on the cheek we give our lover every day. It's sending them pictures you know they'll laugh at, buying them strange little nothings that you know they'll like. It's having their bagel order memorized and setting their birthday as your password. Somehow, their name weaves its way into almost every funny story you share with others. It's brief, casual, it's a habit. We aren't even aware we do it. It says that love is cradled lightly in your heart, generously given, spilling out into the world unbeknownst to you, making up the web of delicate threads that hold us all together.

I love you and I wish you knew just how much

The pining, the aching, the wishing, and hoping; it's what you whisper to yourself under the cover of darkness as you fall asleep thinking of them. It's the text you've typed out and deleted before sending at least a dozen times. It's the countless pictures of them you have of them on your phone, the home screen image of their smile that you know will give you away the next time they jokingly swipe your phone. It sits restless and suffocating at the back of your throat. Rip dude, I know how that is.

The confession

When you say "I love you," it carries the whole weight of your heart. It feels like closing your eyes and stepping off a cliff. Maybe you've been planning to tell them for days now, or maybe it's just slipped out without you realizing, either way, it was inevitable. It's relief and dread all at once, it's mortifying yet hopeful. The words hang heavy and suspended in the air, thick enough to choke on, a brief and perilous moment against the mortal pull of gravity.

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~Continued from X~

It felt so crazy to know that a fire could cause something like this. She’d seen more bodies in one place before, but events that caused such things were often way bigger than a fire spreading through a building. Just goes to show that you can’t ever let your guard down, not even for a second. Lucy cautiously took a few steps forward.

“If anyone survived this mess, they should be on the bottom floor. If there’s a basement there could be some people trapped. I’ll look around and see if there’s any doors blocked off.” She said in a gentle tone. As horrifying of a scene as this was, it was best to keep your cool and stay on top of things mentally.

She’d have time to grieve for them once they found the ones who were still alive.

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To this, Raph was silent for a second. He was deep in though, his lower lip out in a pout. “I mean…Is he even old enough? What year is it? Would it even clock in his head who I am?” He sounded so unsure. He’s only met Josiah only once before, and it was a very botched meeting! Raph looked down for a second, a little worried.“Either way, I-I’m not opposed! Hell, this whole time stuff is so strange, it’s like a nightmare sometimes…

”…Why isn’t he at the get together already? I mean, you’re here– and a couple of other guys; why not him?“

“Funnily enough, this time stuff is way more complicated than any sort of media will let on. There’s no real way to understand how time truly works. It’s a human concept. I think the only person I know who can actually grasp time, it would be my mother. But she’s tried explaining it to me, and I don’t think I can comprehend it as a human.” She stated, shrugging as she looked down at her phone.

“I’m actually not really sure where he is. He doesn’t tend to update me on much. He and Sapphira are much closer.” She told him, shooting a text to her youngest brother.

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“–Ahhh, nope!” He said, popping the ‘p’, “I think it’s because of time differences. Since I was born in….augh, 2020, it would make me around his age now. But! it was…I think an older version of him who went back, and…I dunno the full thing, this is just speculation on my part…”

“Oh, and I barely know my mom too. Gave me this kick ass tail, though!”

“…I did meet him! I just…haven’t fully talked to him yet.” He finished, his tone a little soft now.

“That sounds...about right.” She said quietly, a gentle frown coming over her face. She would have hated to be in his position. She really valued her family, but with how he grew up, he either values family more than she could fathom, or it hasn’t set in for him quite yet.

“You know we could get him here right?” She asked. “We can easily call him up and he’ll show. But, it’s up to you. Maybe that’s not how you want to spend a get together.”

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“–Ahhh, nope!” He said, popping the ‘p’, “I think it’s because of time differences. Since I was born in….augh, 2020, it would make me around his age now. But! it was…I think an older version of him who went back, and…I dunno the full thing, this is just speculation on my part…”

“Oh, and I barely know my mom too. Gave me this kick ass tail, though!”

“…I did meet him! I just…haven’t fully talked to him yet.” He finished, his tone a little soft now.

“That sounds...about right.” She said quietly, a gentle frown coming over her face. She would have hated to be in his position. She really valued her family, but with how he grew up, he either values family more than she could fathom, or it hasn’t set in for him quite yet.

“You know we could get him here right?” She asked. “We can easily call him up and he’ll show. But, it’s up to you. Maybe that’s not how you want to spend a get together.”

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“Psshhaah, you have too much faith in me already. Though I still don’t know how he’s like yet…jeez, how fucked is that? Anyways, wheres the chicken?”

Lord help this family.

“...” She paused for a moment. “You don’t know what he’s like? As in Josiah? You’re own father?” She questioned. Had they never met?

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“Psshhaah, you have too much faith in me already. Though I still don’t know how he’s like yet…jeez, how fucked is that? Anyways, wheres the chicken?”

Lord help this family.

“...” She paused for a moment. “You don’t know what he’s like? As in Josiah? You’re own father?” She questioned. Had they never met?

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“True true true– Mark’s family was like that. He’s a buddy of mine; they’d always have me over for Sunday and it was always packed!”

He chuckles a little, folding his arms across his chest.

“…May have rubbed off on me. Hope you like a living microphone as a nephew!”

“My brother is a living microphone. It’s not like I haven’t lived with it before.” He said, glancing over at him.

“So long as you don’t take after Josiah too much, I don’t think we’ll have a problem.”

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ssatxr​:

“True true true– Mark’s family was like that. He’s a buddy of mine; they’d always have me over for Sunday and it was always packed!”

He chuckles a little, folding his arms across his chest.

“…May have rubbed off on me. Hope you like a living microphone as a nephew!”

“My brother is a living microphone. It’s not like I haven’t lived with it before.” He said, glancing over at him.

“So long as you don’t take after Josiah too much, I don’t think we’ll have a problem.”

ssatxr​:

@piecesofacrow liked for raph one liner!

“So–this is how the family on the other side is like? I mean, Really, I can’t even fathom what her side looks like, this is all so new still!”

“I figure it can’t be that different. Although, from what I hear from Josiah and Sapphira, other families tend to be a lot louder at get togethers.”