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[ When the camera flips on, there is not much for it to regard. The ceiling is exposed, sloped above. The sound of soft breathing, of rustling sheets. After a moment, there is shifting. The tablet has a small hand flopped over it, obscuring much of the picture with small fingers half-curled in the comfort of sleep.
A moment later there’s a soft padding - like little bare feet on wood - and a glimpse of pale skin and black hair can be seen. The hand on the screen has another smaller hand wrap around it, shaking. The voice of an adolescent boy, maybe five or six, pipes up in a harsh whisper.]
Brother, wake up. Garrett.
[After a minute of that, the hand it dropped, and a second later there’s a rustling of sheets - the smaller boy shoving at the one in bed.]
Wake up, stupid!
[ Grumbling in complaint, the hand that had been over the tablet pulls away. A soft, sleepy voice mumbles incoherently for a moment, and then slowly, Garrett sits up. His hand pushes against his face, rubbing sleepily as he frowns at his sibling. He is not much older than the other; maybe has two, three years over the other boy. ]
Caaaarveeeer! [ He whines, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. And indeed, it looks like he might, flopping back down onto the bed and pulling the blankets over his head. ] Go back to sleep. Or I’ll sick a demon on you.
[ Not that he could- but it was still a worthy threat.
The younger one lets out a whine.] Nuh uh, you can’t do that! Father said you can’t do that!
[Then he’s grabbing the blanket and pulling it off his brother, tossing it to the ground. There’s a feminine squeak somewhere behind him at the action. His voice is picking up a little, but still in the realm of whispering.] Get up, I said! Bethany has to go to the bathroom!
[ The older Hawke grumbles, fighting for his blanket and trying to pull it out of Carver’s grasp, and back over his head, but eventually the other manages to succeed. He grumbles, and now is shoving at Carver, small hands trying to push the other off his bed.
But at the other’s words about their sister, he sighs. ] Why can’t you just go yourselves? Honestly it’s not like the sköll is going to get you.
Unless it does. In which case I’ve just inherited a lot of toys. And more bedroom space. [ If the camera could see Garrett’s face, it would probably be a trollish expression of grinning, evil mastermind-esque glee. ]
T-There’s no such thing! [ The little girl pipes up behind them, clinging onto her twin’s arm.] I asked! Mother said so!
Don’t mind him, Bethany, he’s just trying to scare us off so we’ll leave him alone. [The boy says strongly, puffing his chest out. But notably not removing his sister in his arm because he might just maybe be as scared as her.] Stop being lazy and come with us! We’re not suppose to go outside when it’s dark by ourselves anyway.
[ He pauses for a moment, then starts again.] If you don’t I’ll tell Mother it was you that ate the last of her strawberries.
You wouldn’t. [ But this, at least, is valid threat enough to convince Garrett to grumblingly rise, throwing his legs over the side of the bed in a huff. ] The sköll is so real.
[ And as if on cue, in the distance, a wolf howls. ]
See? That’s him, waiting for us. [ The twins both go wide-eyed and maybe scoot a bit closer together, and now Carver is gripping at the sister’s hands on his arm. Garrett folds his arms in smug satisfaction, but regardless is striding towards the doorway, unafraid of any old wolf monster that may or may not be lingering!
...He does, however, make a mental note to grab a big stick once they get outside.
Taking up one of Bethany’s smaller hands, he waits until Carver is holding the other, and then they begin the quiet tiptoe through the house for the back door. For the smallest of moments he hesitates at the door, before glancing over his shoulder towards Carver and Bethany, before with a huff he reaches up and undoes the latch, guiding them out into the cool evening.
Across the lawn, crickets chirp pleasantly. But further back, nestled just shy of the woodland that borders their property sits the outhouse, beneath great looming black trees laced with thick shadows just begging to play tricks with one’s mind. ]
C’mon then. [ Garrett insists, heading down the stairs.]
[[ooc; We have Feo (Bethany's mun)'s permission to post Bethany from Carver and Garrett's canon without her involvement. Also, Garrett and Carver are sort of sharing the memory for this event, since they live together and blahblahblah. Also it is long as hell because we both babble too much. So, have fun tagging this. :'D; Prepare for cavities, and feel free to jump in wherever/anywhere while Jen and I put up the overall memory. Try and snap the bb boys out of it!
Edit;; Also just to clarify if you jump in in the main comment thread we'll just consider that your character has picked up from that moment in the ever repeating memory, but if you post a new comment we'll pick a moment in the memory for you where the boys are continuing to be trapped in their happy little loop. ♥
Edit 2;; For slightly easier reading the memory in full can also be found over here.
Garrett = black text, Carver = Blue, Bethany = Purple. ]]
A moment later there’s a soft padding - like little bare feet on wood - and a glimpse of pale skin and black hair can be seen. The hand on the screen has another smaller hand wrap around it, shaking. The voice of an adolescent boy, maybe five or six, pipes up in a harsh whisper.]
Brother, wake up. Garrett.
[After a minute of that, the hand it dropped, and a second later there’s a rustling of sheets - the smaller boy shoving at the one in bed.]
Wake up, stupid!
[ Grumbling in complaint, the hand that had been over the tablet pulls away. A soft, sleepy voice mumbles incoherently for a moment, and then slowly, Garrett sits up. His hand pushes against his face, rubbing sleepily as he frowns at his sibling. He is not much older than the other; maybe has two, three years over the other boy. ]
Caaaarveeeer! [ He whines, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. And indeed, it looks like he might, flopping back down onto the bed and pulling the blankets over his head. ] Go back to sleep. Or I’ll sick a demon on you.
[ Not that he could- but it was still a worthy threat.
The younger one lets out a whine.] Nuh uh, you can’t do that! Father said you can’t do that!
[Then he’s grabbing the blanket and pulling it off his brother, tossing it to the ground. There’s a feminine squeak somewhere behind him at the action. His voice is picking up a little, but still in the realm of whispering.] Get up, I said! Bethany has to go to the bathroom!
[ The older Hawke grumbles, fighting for his blanket and trying to pull it out of Carver’s grasp, and back over his head, but eventually the other manages to succeed. He grumbles, and now is shoving at Carver, small hands trying to push the other off his bed.
But at the other’s words about their sister, he sighs. ] Why can’t you just go yourselves? Honestly it’s not like the sköll is going to get you.
Unless it does. In which case I’ve just inherited a lot of toys. And more bedroom space. [ If the camera could see Garrett’s face, it would probably be a trollish expression of grinning, evil mastermind-esque glee. ]
T-There’s no such thing! [ The little girl pipes up behind them, clinging onto her twin’s arm.] I asked! Mother said so!
Don’t mind him, Bethany, he’s just trying to scare us off so we’ll leave him alone. [The boy says strongly, puffing his chest out. But notably not removing his sister in his arm because he might just maybe be as scared as her.] Stop being lazy and come with us! We’re not suppose to go outside when it’s dark by ourselves anyway.
[ He pauses for a moment, then starts again.] If you don’t I’ll tell Mother it was you that ate the last of her strawberries.
You wouldn’t. [ But this, at least, is valid threat enough to convince Garrett to grumblingly rise, throwing his legs over the side of the bed in a huff. ] The sköll is so real.
[ And as if on cue, in the distance, a wolf howls. ]
See? That’s him, waiting for us. [ The twins both go wide-eyed and maybe scoot a bit closer together, and now Carver is gripping at the sister’s hands on his arm. Garrett folds his arms in smug satisfaction, but regardless is striding towards the doorway, unafraid of any old wolf monster that may or may not be lingering!
...He does, however, make a mental note to grab a big stick once they get outside.
Taking up one of Bethany’s smaller hands, he waits until Carver is holding the other, and then they begin the quiet tiptoe through the house for the back door. For the smallest of moments he hesitates at the door, before glancing over his shoulder towards Carver and Bethany, before with a huff he reaches up and undoes the latch, guiding them out into the cool evening.
Across the lawn, crickets chirp pleasantly. But further back, nestled just shy of the woodland that borders their property sits the outhouse, beneath great looming black trees laced with thick shadows just begging to play tricks with one’s mind. ]
C’mon then. [ Garrett insists, heading down the stairs.]
[[ooc; We have Feo (Bethany's mun)'s permission to post Bethany from Carver and Garrett's canon without her involvement. Also, Garrett and Carver are sort of sharing the memory for this event, since they live together and blahblahblah. Also it is long as hell because we both babble too much. So, have fun tagging this. :'D; Prepare for cavities, and feel free to jump in wherever/anywhere while Jen and I put up the overall memory. Try and snap the bb boys out of it!
Edit;; Also just to clarify if you jump in in the main comment thread we'll just consider that your character has picked up from that moment in the ever repeating memory, but if you post a new comment we'll pick a moment in the memory for you where the boys are continuing to be trapped in their happy little loop. ♥
Edit 2;; For slightly easier reading the memory in full can also be found over here.
Garrett = black text, Carver = Blue, Bethany = Purple. ]]