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((Ooo backstory I never got into lol))
It took Brax by surprise, the questions all so suddenly were odd for him. Random questions were something the group tried to avoid. They knew each other and things that happened before now wasn't necessary knowledge. Due to that, it took Brax a moment to reply. He owed Alex some sort of explanation. "No, it wasn't always like this. I had a family, they loved me, a brother and two sisters. One day, we got in a car crash. I was the only survivor." He paused, Brax didn't enjoy talking about his past. It hurt. "I didn't like the foster system so I left." He had told her the very, very simple version of what had happened. The rest she wouldn't understand. "As for after all this.. I dunno. I've never thought of the future." |
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Alex frowned, "So, you got into this life because you didn't have anywhere else to go..." she tapped her fingers on the table, "Hopefully after the move you can find somewhere... I dunno, where you feel safe? And can learn how to be happy." Alex was usually good at reading people, and from Brax she felt he tried to have a happy attitude, but it was eating away st him inside. |
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A small smirk flashed across Brax's kind face, out of the group, he was the most well put together and kind. Which had gotten him in trouble with Addilyn on multiple occasions. Alex was saying things he hadn't wanted to think about, the future. "Yea, hopefully, maybe. Probably not though. I owe my friends,I'll stay with them for as long as I can. Before I become useless." He said it like he knew it would happen. Like he was absolutely sure that he was already becoming useless. |
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Alex openly gaped at him, "They aren't much of a friend if they abandon people at the first sign of uselessness. And there is always something you can do - even if it's picking up the pieces after everything is broken." |
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A soft chuckle escaped Brax as he sipped his coffee. "No, they don't abandon you, they let you figure out that you should leave. And picking up the broken pieces? That's not my job. There shouldn't be any broken pieces in the first place. We shouldn't have to deal with this." He said it so simply, like he'd always wanted to say it, it had just taken a long time to say. |
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Alex pushed her fork around, "I'm the one who picks up the pieces," she admitted, "Even when I'm broken. I just don't want... I don't want anyone else to have to go through that..... sorry I assume things... and pushed you to speek. I shouldn't have done that." Brax probably thought she was some stupid, nosiy girl. |
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Brax's eyes widened as Alex said those things that were in no way true. Although he may have been uncomfortable with the questions, he still willingly answered the questions, if he hadn't wanted to speak, he wouldn't have. "Don't be sorry, you didn't push me, I wouldn't have answered you're question if I hadn't wanted to. As for assuming things, well everyone does that don't they? Its just human nature. And picking up the pieces.. well you could always ask someone else to do it for you. I know if anyone asked me I'd do it for them in a heartbeat." |
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"But just as what you were saying earlier," Alex protested softly, "I'm useless. I have no skills, and I drag people behind. The only semi-useful thing about me is my magic and..." Alex stopped talking quickly, halting the rush of words. |
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It took Brax a moment to digest that; he wasn't one of the people in he group that knew of Addilyn and her real mythical race. In fact, Brax has never believed magic was real, or in any religion. Because if there was someone who could do all that magical stuff, why hadn't they prevented his family's death? They had been innocent people! Incapable of hate and everything Brax now was. Thankfully, Alex couldn't see the tear that slipped down Brax's face before he rubbed it away. "Well, I'm assuming you weren't supposed to tell me that so you shouldn't continue forwards. Unless you want to." |
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"I... I'm sorry. I made you sad," Alex heard it in his voice. "You hate me now, right? You hate magic. I'm sorry." She gripped her fork tightly. Her magic was being able to fix small things - a tear in a fabric, a chip in a glass - and a sped up healing process. The healing wasn't painless, though. It left thick scars and a remembrance of pain. |
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Winter Month: 3 
Day 
Fog
