┼Orrin and Cian
During the winter that Orrin died of scarlet fever, the rest of the family's life kind of went down hill as well. The cold claimed most of their sheep, and there wasn't enough money to buy raw wool off the market. His parents, unable to take care of their remaining child, left Cian with an orphanage rather than have him starve alongside them. From age five to six, Cian lived among the other children. At times it was happy and light, with many fun things to explore and make, and there were bad times of longing and cold.
It was by chance, stopping at the building for a night, that Bookman happened across Cian. For only being five, he was reading a rather thick tome, and when questioned, he recalled everything from the beginning, despite being almost done. After the adoption process was completed, Bookman started conditioning the memories out of Cian, brainwashing him basically. He doesn't even remember his original name, only that Zane isn't it, it's just an alias like all the others that have followed it.
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Orrin stood at the entrance, staring out into the vast hallways, he fought off a shiver and pulled his coat tighter around him. For the first time it was him standing there, seeing it with his own eyes instead of through another's. The redhead grinned in devilish delight and turned around, entering the bedroom to stare into the mirror. There was anger in the right eye, the one normally covered until now and it never would be again as long as he was in charge. Orrin tilted his head to the side with a smirk, "Something upsetting you, Cian?" Another flare of anger, "Oh, I'm sorry. I meant Michael. Dislike your given name that much, little brother?" He gave a short laugh, feeling his brother's rage without being affected by it. "That's right, you had to give it up, didn't you? Just like you had to give up your eye and your memories. Don't remember me at all, mmm?"
It was repetitive and annoying, his twin's adamant denial of Orrin's existence and his demands to give him his body back. Orrin frowned and closed the left eye, staring at the right's reflection, "Stop fighting it already, you're stuck with me, Cian. I'm never leaving you again. I'll make you remember me." Even if that meant digging up the past until he was drained of energy and once more just the odd voice in Cian's head. "You're my brother, we had parents, a life. One that was cruelly taken away from us at such young ages. And you...your time as a child taken away by a grouchy old man so that you could learn languages, herbs, and other things instead of a mother's warmth, a father's hand, and a brother's companionship!" Now Orrin glared, "I'm taking you back, Cian. You're Michael no more!"
It was by chance, stopping at the building for a night, that Bookman happened across Cian. For only being five, he was reading a rather thick tome, and when questioned, he recalled everything from the beginning, despite being almost done. After the adoption process was completed, Bookman started conditioning the memories out of Cian, brainwashing him basically. He doesn't even remember his original name, only that Zane isn't it, it's just an alias like all the others that have followed it.
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Orrin stood at the entrance, staring out into the vast hallways, he fought off a shiver and pulled his coat tighter around him. For the first time it was him standing there, seeing it with his own eyes instead of through another's. The redhead grinned in devilish delight and turned around, entering the bedroom to stare into the mirror. There was anger in the right eye, the one normally covered until now and it never would be again as long as he was in charge. Orrin tilted his head to the side with a smirk, "Something upsetting you, Cian?" Another flare of anger, "Oh, I'm sorry. I meant Michael. Dislike your given name that much, little brother?" He gave a short laugh, feeling his brother's rage without being affected by it. "That's right, you had to give it up, didn't you? Just like you had to give up your eye and your memories. Don't remember me at all, mmm?"
It was repetitive and annoying, his twin's adamant denial of Orrin's existence and his demands to give him his body back. Orrin frowned and closed the left eye, staring at the right's reflection, "Stop fighting it already, you're stuck with me, Cian. I'm never leaving you again. I'll make you remember me." Even if that meant digging up the past until he was drained of energy and once more just the odd voice in Cian's head. "You're my brother, we had parents, a life. One that was cruelly taken away from us at such young ages. And you...your time as a child taken away by a grouchy old man so that you could learn languages, herbs, and other things instead of a mother's warmth, a father's hand, and a brother's companionship!" Now Orrin glared, "I'm taking you back, Cian. You're Michael no more!"