Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2019 20:36:02 GMT -5
You ain't nothing but a hound dog
Been snoopin' 'round my door
You can wag your tail
But I ain't gonna feed you no more
You can wag your tail
But I ain't gonna feed you no more
The stresses of the Arington household were not ones he was familiar with these days. Osteros had been moved out for quite a few years only visiting on occasion. That occasion was mostly to spend time with his sisters, of course. Spending time with his brother often occurred elsewhere, but spending time with his father? Well, that was as non-existent as it had always been. Welkin was never around from him, or any of them really. Especially not his daughters though he did seem to have a certain attachment to Summer that he held for no others. Osteros thought that maybe it had something to do with her similarities to their mother. Or her similarities to him. Either way, he didn't find himself envious of her.
His fathers affections were not something he pined after anymore. When he was a child he had. He had tried being good, being bad, being rowdy, quiet, whatever he could think of just to get a sliver of attention. No matter what he seemed to do it simply annoyed his father or left him unimpressed. Nothing he could do would ever win that man over, and he had learned that early on. Vesper, though, he was an entirely different story. Perhaps that was why he grew so attached to that elderly old coot. Merlin, did he miss him. Osteros missed that man more and more with every passing day. Every time he stepped foot into the mortuary he was reminded. The parlor was a gift. His knowledge, a gift. Each and every body that laid on the table was something to be treasured and each moment spent delving into his great work needed to be taken with care. Vesper taught him that. What he wouldn't give to just have a few more of the old man's lessons.
All that he had learned from his mentor he was putting to work. Osteros strived to learn more and more every day but he too found himself growing oddly...lonely. He had his brother, his sisters, but he wanted someone to share in this with. For some time he had contemplated telling on of them the real workings that went on behind closed doors. About the things he did in the night, the prey he stalked, the lives he took. He had been considering an understudy of sorts but... As much as he loved the idea of roping his favorite sibling into this he didn't think he could. There was something so pure about her in his eyes. So innocent, this tiny girl who had touched death and showed it what life could come from it. He didn't think he could stand to watch her dive back into the blackness of death. Even if it was with him. So, for now, he would appreciate her company in the form of a pleasant siblingship and nothing more.
Osteros downturned his menu and peered at his sister over the top. How similar he may have looked to his father looking over his morning paper wasn't lost on him. His eyes narrowed as he assessed the younger girl before flipping his menu back up. "E.18," he guessed looking back at the menu. He always did this. Always. At least with her. Trying to guess what exactly on the menu was striking her fancy would forever hold his interest. Osteros thwapped his menu down, looking at Winter with a stare of certainty. "Two piece cod, chips, and one of those fizzy drink things the, eh, those sodas." His hand weaved through the air as he spoke finally landing thoughtfully at the corner of his mouth. His lips curled into a smirk as he looked on at his youngest sibling. "Tell me I'm right. Go on, tell me."
His fathers affections were not something he pined after anymore. When he was a child he had. He had tried being good, being bad, being rowdy, quiet, whatever he could think of just to get a sliver of attention. No matter what he seemed to do it simply annoyed his father or left him unimpressed. Nothing he could do would ever win that man over, and he had learned that early on. Vesper, though, he was an entirely different story. Perhaps that was why he grew so attached to that elderly old coot. Merlin, did he miss him. Osteros missed that man more and more with every passing day. Every time he stepped foot into the mortuary he was reminded. The parlor was a gift. His knowledge, a gift. Each and every body that laid on the table was something to be treasured and each moment spent delving into his great work needed to be taken with care. Vesper taught him that. What he wouldn't give to just have a few more of the old man's lessons.
All that he had learned from his mentor he was putting to work. Osteros strived to learn more and more every day but he too found himself growing oddly...lonely. He had his brother, his sisters, but he wanted someone to share in this with. For some time he had contemplated telling on of them the real workings that went on behind closed doors. About the things he did in the night, the prey he stalked, the lives he took. He had been considering an understudy of sorts but... As much as he loved the idea of roping his favorite sibling into this he didn't think he could. There was something so pure about her in his eyes. So innocent, this tiny girl who had touched death and showed it what life could come from it. He didn't think he could stand to watch her dive back into the blackness of death. Even if it was with him. So, for now, he would appreciate her company in the form of a pleasant siblingship and nothing more.
Osteros downturned his menu and peered at his sister over the top. How similar he may have looked to his father looking over his morning paper wasn't lost on him. His eyes narrowed as he assessed the younger girl before flipping his menu back up. "E.18," he guessed looking back at the menu. He always did this. Always. At least with her. Trying to guess what exactly on the menu was striking her fancy would forever hold his interest. Osteros thwapped his menu down, looking at Winter with a stare of certainty. "Two piece cod, chips, and one of those fizzy drink things the, eh, those sodas." His hand weaved through the air as he spoke finally landing thoughtfully at the corner of his mouth. His lips curled into a smirk as he looked on at his youngest sibling. "Tell me I'm right. Go on, tell me."
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