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[size=130]Briar would wake up to two very small faces pressed up against his. One face belonging to a young 2-year-old boy who seems to be half asleep and the girl around 4 years old seems to be the spitting image of Adriel as a child. Her wild hair messed up in all different directions and her pyjamas covered in chibi strawberries and strangely the scent of flowers and strawberries following her. Her face was a mixture of confusion and excitement as she hugged a small bear to her chest. [color=pink] [b] "Who are you? Why are you in Mummy and Daddy's bed? Do you want a strawberry?" [/color] [/b] She holds out an empty hand and for a second Briar would of thought it was imaginary. Then slowly in her hand a small strawberry plant starts to grow. Until she has a plant growing a single fresh and ripe strawberry. Which the boy takes much to her protest. It's at that point a growl comes from Adriel's mouth and the two kids freeze eyes wide. A grumpy looking Adriel peels herself from the cuddle pile and glares at her children. [color=#611482] [b] "Is your sun up?" [/b] [/color] The girl shifts her feet. [color=pink] [b] "No... but Fluffy said-" [/color] [color=#611482] "I don't care what fluffy said you know the rules."[/color] [/b] It's at this point Matthias chuckles and slips out of the bed. [color=blue] [b] "Come on you two let's get you some breakfast and let Mummy sleep." [/b] [/color] He scooped them both up in each arm tickling the boy to make him giggle and stepped out of the room a large Saint Barnard dog running at his heels backing and following them. [color=pink] [b] "Daddy! Fluffy needs to go!" [/color] [color=blue] "Rose don't shout sweetie I'll let fluffy outside in a second." [/color] [/b] There's a sound of a door opening and through the open doorway that Matthias left behind is a young boy around 12/13, but his feet don't touch the floor as he silently creeps past seemingly intending not to disturb the grumpy, pregnant lady. [/size][/font][/justify]
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[justify][font=century gothic][size=380][color=transparent]XX[/color] [color=#82BCAD][b][i]Briar Harvent[/i][/b][/color][/size]
[size=130][color=black]Briar, despite the Institute and its routines being a full five years in the past, is a light sleeper. It doesn't take much to wake him- a racoon knocking over a trash can, two cats having sex down the street, someone walking past his bedroom. This morning in particular, it's two doe-eyed children.[/color] [color=transparent]xx[/color]
[color=black]He watches Matthias disappear down the hall with three kids in tow, and reflects on everything that's gone on in the few short minutes he's been awake. It's without question that their daughter and older son - which confuses Briar a bit, because there's no way they have a twelve-year-old if they've only been free for four years, but that's a question for later - are Supernaturals. Watching a strawberry plant grow from a little girl's hand and bear fruit within ten seconds is something Briar is immensely intrigued by, and the older boy- can he levitate? Fly? Both of them are spectacular.[/color] [color=transparent]xx[/color]
[color=black]Briar instantly chides himself for leaving their littlest boy out of his silent praises, because he was adorable, and if Briar had been in his place, he probably would've stolen that strawberry too. It's like he's living in a dream, a dream where the Institute never existed and he's simply built a life with Matthias and Adriel, with their three beautiful children and gigantic dog named [i]Fluffy[/i] of all things, with their fixer-upper house they remodeled themselves and their too-energetic neighbors.[/color] [color=transparent]xx[/color]
[color=black]Adriel burrows back into their blanket pile to sleep some more and Briar stifles a giggle. Even when they were kids and supposed to be able to wake up at a moment's notice, Adriel has never been a morning person, and Briar thinks it's funny how [i]that's[/i] what stuck with her all these years.[/color] [color=transparent]xx[/color]
[color=black]Briar carefully climbs out of newly-dubbed Heat Mountain and gets dressed, skipping a shower only because trying to figure out how their system works feels like too daunting a task right now. As he walks through the hall, he peeks into open doors. A bathroom with little stools stashed by the sink, toothbrushes in cups on the counter, various succulents printed on the shower curtain. One of the bedrooms holds a bunk bed, half the room a mess of toys while the other half is immaculately clean, and another of the bedrooms is really more of a greenhouse than a bedroom.[/color] [color=transparent]xx[/color]
[color=black]Matthias is in the kitchen cooking when Briar makes it downstairs, and the kids are all sat at the table, the younger two practically bouncing while they wait for breakfast. Briar forces himself to not act as awkward as he feels, and carefully sits by Rose, who is smiling from ear to ear as she pats the chair next to her with enough force that the floor shakes a little. He's barely sat down when a barrage of questions begins, but Briar gives full attention. "[/color][color=pink][b]Hi, my name is Rose Marie Herod! What's your name? What's your favorite color? Do you like strawberries? What's your superpower? How do you know my mummy and daddy? Will you play with me? Do-[/b][/color][color=black]"[/color] [color=transparent]xx[/color]
[color=black]Briar can't help but laugh, and Rose stops her questions to watch him, instead going back to bouncing, eager for his responses. "[/color][color=#82BCAD][b]It's been a while since anyone's wanted to know that much about me.[/b][/color][color=black]" He says, smiling at Rose, who smiles back twice as bright. "[/color][color=#82BCAD][b]Well, my name is Briar Harvent. It's nice to meet you, Rose. Blue is my favorite color, but they're all pretty nice. I've never actually had strawberries. And my superpower is... uh...[/b][/color][color=black]" Briar pauses, unsure how to explain. "[/color][color=#82BCAD][b]Hm. Here, may I take your hand?[/b][/color][color=black]" Briar glances at Matthias. Matthias nods back.[/color] [color=transparent]xx[/color]
[color=black]"[/color][color=pink][b]So, Rose, what's [i]your[/i] favorite color?[/b]" "[/color][color=pink][b]Pink![/b][/color][color=black]" "[/color][color=#82BCAD][b]Good choice! Here goes,[/b][/color][color=black]" Briar concentrates, and the roots of Rose's dark hair start to change color, washing down her curls until it's all a soft baby pink. Briar gently pulls forward a lock of hair for Rose to see and she squeals. "[/color][color=#82BCAD][b]I can change the cells in your body. Which means I can fix cuts or bruises just by touching you.[/b][/color][color=black]"[/color] [color=transparent]xx[/color]
[color=black]Briar doesn't say how he can hurt someone as easily as he can heal them, because these kids don't need to know, and he wants to keep that kind of harshness from them as long as he possibly can.[/color] [color=transparent]xx[/color]
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