[Yugi]

Username: Fuscontidox
Name: Sohail Almasi "Kiran"
Gender: Male

Heyo!

It's been a very fun ride here in the viscet community, and it's always a pleasure to be able to mash together designs for you all ^^)/
I hope to continue on making more designs in the future here!


This viscet is based around three themes that I absolutely adore: magical girls, cute Japanese deco fashion, and Splatoon.



This contest will be a limited impress me. Here are a few rules!

1. Everything seen in the form (besides extras) must be included
2. You are allowed up to 5 different extras (writing or art); the art cannot be a comic, nor can it be animated; each extra writing piece can only be up to 700 words maximum
3. Prettying up is certainly allowed and encouraged
4. Please, please, please be kind to your fellow community members! I cannot stress this enough ;;, If I, or someone else, catches you being rude or harassing/begging another user who participated in this contest, I will revoke your entry. If you are caught acting rude after the winner is announced, and if you received a prize of any sorts, I will revoke that too.

Minor Mane Mutation (UC) | Heterochromia (R)

Extension: This contest will end on March 6th!
This contest will end on February 28!

Q. Are we allowed to post our forms on another forum topic?
A. Certainly! Your form does not have to stay on this adoptable's thread. However, I would appreciate it if all of the forms stayed onsite, regardless if it's posted in this thread or in another appropriate CS forum c:

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➺ basic

x♥ username: trans
♥ name: madoka
x"'♥ gender: trans girl
xx''♥ pronouns: she/her
xxx''♥ orientation: lesbian



➺ personality

♥ personality: madoka is everything you'd expect of her based on appearance—mostly friendly, outgoing, etc. dont let this friendly appearance fool you, however. she is not as nice as she seems, and if you hurt her family, you've just earned yourself a very bad time.

madoka is not the most patient individual, and has issues with being, in other peoples words, "too energetic." she, of course, sees no such problem, but others would disagree. madoka cant focus for very long, has issues paying attention, hates being stuck in one place for too long, and has to have something to mess with unless she wants to start chewing on her bow.

madoka also tends to come off as uncaring at times, mostly because she lacks the attention span to focus long enough to listen to people who vent to her. she frequently taps out of the real world or stares off into nothing, lost in her thoughts and no interest in the real world. others take this the wrong way, thinking she's ignoring them on purpose, and

madoka faces serious problems with her unruly temper and managing her behavior. often times, she says the wrong thing, or gets frustrated over the tiniest things. she is, frankly, awful in almost any social situation, and that is why cotton and reese try to avoid it as much as physically possible.

madoka also has a hero complex. she thinks she can and has to save everyone, even though she can barely think straight long enough to make a simple decision. her inability to function on her own and her indecisive- ness help her case little; she is often scorned by her peers for being an unruly child, a troublemaker, and a walking disaster that needs a behavioral class or two.

madoka's bad days are her worst; frequent mood swings, being unable to tell up from down, stomach aches, not eating, failing to socialize, holing up in her room, fevers, refusing help, snapping at anyone, and lashing out violently. during her bad days, her familiars usually leave her be and pray the phase passes quickly; a cranky madoka is even more troublesome than a regular madoka.

madoka is also a hopeless romantic. she dreams of finding that 'special someone' who'll sweep her off her feet and look past her flaws to see the person she is deep down. she knows it's unrealistic, and she knows no one would ever even think about such a ridiculous idea as a joke, but still, she dreams. her familiars try to talk her down from these hopes, believing it will just hurt her in the end, but madoka adamantly refuses to stop, and continues to hope for something that's impossible.

madoka is alone but not lonely. she doesnt have many friends except for her familiars, and even then cotton and reese are more like family to her and the friends she does have rarely see her. she knows it isnt easy, and most people rather avoid her, but she doesnt mind too much. it hurts a little, yes, but she's gotten used to it, and really doesnt hold it against anyone. (she wouldnt want to know her either, if she's to be honest.) she just wishes she didnt have to disappoint cotton and reese every time she tells them she made no progress.

madoka, despite her appearance, can be very bitter and petty. she's an angry person sometimes, but she doesnt know how to release it in a healthy way just yet. she often angrily writes in her journal or creates messy scribbles on some loose leaf paper that she later hides from the prying eyes of the world, or if she's not feeling well enough to do that, attacks the nearest inanimate object to release her pent up emotions and frustrations.

madoka is not very intelligent. she knows basic things, yes, but most of the information she learns is forgotten as quickly as she learned it, or she pretends she knows when she never really understood what she was taught all along. this is one of her biggest insecurities, and why she doesnt like answering questions sometimes. she fears if she gets it wrong, she'll be mocked and made fun of.

(702/800)



➺ basics cont.

mbti: infj
zodiac (sun sign): libra
birthstone: sapphire
temperament: sanguine/phlegmatic
alignment: lawful/chaotic good (it's complicated)
enneagram: inconclusive/complicated
extrovert/introvert?: ambivert (switches frequently)

godtier/dreamer type: heir of heart & prospit dreamer
hogwarts houses: huffle? primary + huffle? secondary
patronus: rosy maple moth patronus
godly parent: daughter of apollo

favorite flower: pink calla lily
favorite food: powdered donuts
favorite color: light pink and baby blue
favorite time of day: sunrise/dawn
favorite place to be: wherever her familiars are
favorite season: spring--summer is a close second though
favorite sport: not very big on sports
favorite animal: cats and owls (obvs ;p)
↳ serious answer though: servals, leopards, and foxes

interests: no notable interests, except a minor interest in plants, specifically succulents, and robotics
hobby: no notable hobby/hobbies, however seems fond of taking care of animals and is an average-level tinkerer
skills: none that particularly stick out, though often manages to make people anxious/angry (;^3)
habits/quirks: taps her foot when nervous/anxious, pulls on her ears under stress, paces around a lot, fiddles with her bow to stim

likes: music (but only listening to it), going on adventures, travelling, her bed, cotton and reese, sleeping, not having to work, pretty much every color in existence, picture books (easier for her to focus on), the rain, thunderstorms, sleeping in, being by herself, stimming, robots
dislikes: being stared at, being watched, being made fun of, being pressured to answer, having to take tests of any kind, not being allowed/able to stim, people talking about her (behind her back or when she's around), most forms of attention, being touched when she hasn't given permission

(0/700)



➺ нιѕтory

♥ history: madoka was born in the dark of night under the name "mason." her mother, anastasia, being the weary yet wise woman she was, knew that their current home was unsafe for anyone, little alone a mother and child, and took them both all the way to the mainland to start anew. anastasia wanted a new life for them both, but especially, the opportunity for madoka to live the life anastasia never got to have. she hoped her child would get to live the dream life everybody came seeking when they came to the mainland, instead of becoming a bitter and cynical woman such as herself.

time passed, and the pair had mostly adjusted to their new life, difficult as it may be. madoka's mother worked several jobs and odd hours to support them, so she wasnt around much, but madoka understood that it had to be done. she busied herself with tinkering and deconstructing and reconstructing her toys to pass the time, occasionally breaking away to draw or inspect the flowers outside. madoka rarely left the house, and as such, had no friends, and most people didnt even know she existed. the brief appearances she made outside involved her sneaking around and trying to remain unseen as she went about her tasks. due to this, she began to value relationships, especially platonic ones, as useless things that she would never need.

a few months later, and madoka and her mother had come to a period of stability. her mother didnt have to work nearly as much, managed to hold down a job, and came home for longer periods of time more often. madoka got to see her mother in her life much more at this point in her life. this change was new for madoka, and she had no idea how to handle it, but none-the-less, she appreciated the growing presence of her mother in her life.

this period of peace would not last, however. anastasia soon fell ill within the next passing months. she suspected it had been caught many months prior, but hadnt picked up on it because the symptoms took quite some time to manifest. the illness had already progressed into it's late middle-early end stages, and she was told there wasnt much to be done. madoka only found out on accident, as anastasia had never intended to tell her. madoka was devastated when she finally got the whole story. bitter and angry, she curled in on herself and hid away in her shell, rarely, if ever, leaving her room, and only coming out when she knew her mother was home. she spent every moment she could with her, making sure she was there to help her mother if she needed it and doing more around the house so anastasia didnt have to.

by the time madoka had just turned one year of age, the frail and weakened anastasia passed. many who knew her mother told her it had been the best way she could've gone, that going in one's sleep was the least painful, that she didnt feel pain, instead she felt peace, as she went, but madoka felt betrayed, and countered the claims with angry retorts. blinded by grief and rage, she holed up in the family home and let no one in, shutting every single blind, curtain, and window, and locking the doors to outsiders. she spoke to no one, rarely ate, and cast a bitter shadow wherever she went.

rumors began to fester and spread, and even through the walls, she could hear the passing whispers of her name, followed with sentences like "absolutely crazy," "completely lost it," and "gone off the deep end." this only drove her to seclude herself further, and madoka retreated even more into her shell. it seemed like she'd never come out, like she'd reached the end of her rope, and on the eve of her mother's birthday, she decided she would do something that would absolutely mark her as an outcast.

that is when she met cotton and reese.

(673/700)



➺ нιѕтory

♥ history (cont.): cotton and reese had taken her in as their own. she still has no idea how she summoned them, and until they'd told her she had summoned them, she'd actually had no idea how they knew who she was or how they found her.

the two explained to her they were familiars, and were here to help guide her. cotton said that her status was at a seriously concerning level, and they had been sent to help after receiving her signal. cotton explained that the signal is not always conscious, and most folks dont even know they've summoned them until a familiar (or in some cases, multiple) appeared and explained what was going on.

madoka took it surprisingly well for all she was skeptical and hesitant. the two explained they would be here to help her through any difficulties or hard times she was experiencing, and at first, she took it with a grain of salt, but eventually grew to accept that was their true intentions and they truly meant no harm. it wasnt long before she started to come out of her shell (with cotton and reese's help), and the outside world started to not seem so bad after all.

madoka adjusted relatively easy to the new changes in her life, much to her new company's mild surprise, and although it took awhile, she was mostly back to her old self in no time. (though there were still some knots they had to work out, but isnt that part of life?)

often times, when she's alone and busy thinking, engrossed in her thoughts, madoka wonders how things would have been without cotton and reese here. she wonders what she would have done, how things would have went for her.. if she would even be around at all.

she's mostly content not knowing, and is just glad that her familiars are here to stay for at least a little while.

(320/700)



➺ familiar/pet

♥ familiar: madoka actually has two familiars; cotton and reese.

cotton is a fierce, loyal, and stubborn barn owl, and often joins madoka on her adventures. cotton is free to do as they please, despite being a familiar, and can go wherever they please without needing madoka to be with them. cotton was summoned when madoka was relatively young, as such, acts as both a friend and a guardian for her, in addition to being her familiar. the two act like family and, in each other's eyes, they practically are, even if not by blood. cotton is very protective and possessive of madoka, and tends to be very judgemental of strangers. cotton has very little trust in others because of personal reasons, but also because as a familiar and a friend, it is their job to protect madoka from harm just as much as it is madoka's to protect her familiars.

reese is the polar opposite; coy, sarcastic, and easily angered. his temper is short, and often scares those who summon him away. reese has a bad attitude and has problems following instructions, and to some, is known as a coward. however, once you get past his shell, it's easy to see it's all an act to protect himself. for this reason, madoka didnt turn him away when she summoned him, instead welcoming the small black cat with open arms. still, reese often feels like an outcast and an unnecessary part of the "team," and often disappears for days on end to escape it all. madoka doesnt mind, but wishes reese would try to reach out more and not turn down her attempts to help, since he does a lot to help her.

cotton and reese's relationship is strange even to madoka herself, and she doesnt quite understand how they came to be partners or why they're always together. their personalities clash, their opinions conflict often, and they never seem to quite get along. exchanges between them frequently devolve to catty bickering or pitifully-disguised insults being juggled back and fourth. she doubts she will ever understand, but assumes there is a history between the two she will either find out in time or she wont. however, while cotton and reese dont always act like a team, in times of need, they make a pretty good pair in madoka's opinion.

(387/700)



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Username:tiny little box
Name:Randy Smith
Gender:male
Personality: (Maximum of 800 words)
Artistic,loud,flashy
Extras: (Allowed up to 5; optional; writing is 700 words max for each writing extra; art cannot be animated/comic)

[Corvuss]

I really like them o: they remind me of that trix swirl yogurt too. The pink and blue one~

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Awww look at all of the bandages. Poor thing must have gotten into a scrape with something or someone.

[Fuscontidox]

Kiran // Sohail Almasi ----- presented by Fuscontidox

Famous Singer/song artist
19 years

Extras: (5/5 used)

(679/700)
Sohail's biological mother
was from another country
than he was raised, when
she was a young adult,
she moved from her home
country and met a nice
family who treated her as
their own, so much so,
that she referred to them
as mother, father, and
siblings.

After a few years, she left
them to begin a new
journey in life, one that
turned out to be the
beginning of a rocky road,
and to tack on to that she
fell pregnant. She loved
her child deeply, but with
how life was, she was
unable to keep him. After
mourning her problems,
she contacted her "step"
sister, a very selfless
character who immediately
set out to find this lost soul
and give her comfort.

After much conversation,
the "step" sister took home
the small child to raise him
herself.

From three months old,
Sohail was raised in a
small town far from any
major cities, along side
two older siblings, a sister
who was six years older,
and a brother who was
three years above him,
following the first two
years of his life, another
brother was born into his
family. He didn't think much
about any difference in
having a younger sibling,
mainly for the fact that he
was two and didn't have
much to say, nor did he
really have an idea of
what to say.

When Boris was born, Sohail
and his older brother were
forced into sharing a room,
and it proved fast how bad
an idea it was to do so.
There was no end to their
bickering, and they drove
everyone insane. The family
soon chose to split them,
giving the older brother the
room intended for Boris, and
placing him instead with Sohail.
The first day of their rooming
changed Sohail forever, as it
became the moment Sohail
claims as their first true
introduction to one another.

Most of Sohail's young life
was spent with Boris, he loved
teasing him, and they always
got scolded with all the messing
around they did. Pulling pranks,
rough housing, sneaking food,
their poor parents couldn't do
much to keep them out of
trouble. They enjoyed the snowy
seasons together, and Sohail
was always the one to sit with
Boris through every single injury
or illness he acquired in the
hardship of winter. He always
felt so bad for Boris, and tried
to stay positive when ever he
saw Boris dragging his feet.

Sohail couldn't handle being
simply the outlet for someone
else, and in middle school, he
discovered his own place to
turn. That place started as
choir, let into piano lessons,
and became musicals, writing
lyrics and chords, and lead to
performing and winning talent
shows. And the entire way
through, Boris stood patiently
by him, offering his assistance
a continuously strong support.

As they grew older, Sohail
and Boris started to choose
paths leading in separate
directions, and Sohail's focus
went from Boris' problems in
winter, to his antisocial
behavior, something he
hadn't paid much mind to
until he began looking into
joining the music business.
Boris only hung out with
people who Sohail introduced
to him and only when Sohail
was present, he never
searched for his own friends.
This worried Sohail more than
anything.

Sohail started to become
standoff-ish towards Boris, and
backed away from wanting to
hang out so much, attempting
to get him to move on his own.
Boris clung to him like his life
depended on it, and at some
point Sohail snapped. In
frustration with Boris' actions,
he hurt him, they blew up at
one another, and Sohail left.
Family gathering time was
hard on Sohail, mainly because
Boris began ignoring him, and
didn't even bother showing up
at all.

Aside from the rift he had with
Boris, his career was
skyrocketing towards the middle
of his second year. The
crowds of fans began to grow,
world tours, red carpet invites,
award ceremonies, and even
movie deals all made their
appearances while he
continued to make music and
maintain the image of a
"perfect role model".

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Kiran is extremely outgoing both on stage and off, he tries hard to be a positive example to his fans.

He plays the piano/keyboard fairly well, along side often rocking the moves he and his choreographer organize along side his back up dancers, who he takes time to know and acknowledge as friends rather than simply items. Some of them have been with him from day one, and have grown to becoming close to him, some are part of his inner most group of friends. The back up dancers aren't the only ones he gives attention though, he's known the same band members since the start of his career, and he loves getting to know the harmonizers as well! Constantly looking for their input, and giving credit for any help he receives.

He loves reading fan mail, often setting aside hours in his free days simply to read them, and on occasion even reply. It's normally so calming that he falls asleep, he loves their input and the encouragement, though he does feel a little uncomfortable with the frequent confessions. It strike as odd with all the attention he receives, however, Kiran is easily embarrassed. When it comes to personal letters, some of them have been deep and sentimental, endearing and sweet. Every once a month, his closest inner circle helps him organize and file the messages that he chooses to keep, it normally takes them longer than necessary simply because he starts rereading the ones he appreciated the most.

Kiran truly adores the fame, publicity, his fans, and all the friends he has made thus far, however he requires time alone in secret, in moments when he doesn't say where he's going he often has the support of his inner crew to sneak him out. Due to past experiences, many apart of his inner circle know that between secrecy and popularity, pressure builds on him, and melt downs can happen during certain seasons. Paparazzi hound him more than flies to trash, and it makes it hard --and yet surprisingly easy-- to get away from the studio. He has so many stunt doubles ready and willing to simply lead them off course it's insane! All so he can just have an hour or two for himself and take off some of the pressure.

He loves photographing everything; moments on stage, off stage, and especially in his alone time. He doesn't post it to social media, but rather enjoys adding them to the collage in his room, and in his photo albums. His photography is his most precious thing, he doesn't like people touching his cameras or looking through certain albums simply because they are special and personal. Not because they hold anything worth hiding, but because most of it is sentimental in ways only he understands, he enjoys reminiscing those special moments alone and without interruption.

Time with his crew is spent playing games, sneaking off to hang out (especially on tour), writing music, testing catchy tunes, and messing around--especially with creating parodies to their own songs as well as other people's-- he is very lively, and often likes wrestling, his make-up artists hate it with a passion because he and anyone involved end up with scrapes and bruises during their fun.

Despite how well he gets along with everyone, and how much he enjoys their company, only his inner most trusted group of friends know his given name. It's never been released to the public, and any leaks of it are shut down quickly, and anyone who leaks it is fired, outsiders knowing is the last thing he wants. Family is a very close and personal thing, he doesn't want them to be caught up in the many troubles of fame. His family understands, and they support him greatly in this choice, even during his hidden and personal struggles. Changing subjects and remaining discreet about seeing his family are his specialties, in the case of paparazzi following him, their meetings are humorously hidden.

He's extremely sly, and lives up to Kiran's meaning of "brilliant" in many ways, regardless how often people create rumors about him, he doesn't let them bother him, because he knows they are false. Truthful ones, he leads them to believe the same thing. He basks in the annoyance that the paparazzi has with being unable to pinpoint anything on him for the past two years. He's learned from many mistakes, early on in his career, luckily nothing grotesque haunts him, however, large leaks of his personal life has been since distorted and truth destroyed before he gained popularity. Stalker problems came around, and being as emotional, easily paranoid, and quick to anxiety attacks as himself, no one close to him questions his despising of anyone who pries into his life without consent.

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As soon at the wheels of the rickety silver car came to a complete stop, he took a deep breath, staring long at the blue door situated in the center of the front porch. Images flashed through his mind to coincide with his precious memories, the creaking of each wooden step, the smoke that often smoldered from the grey smeared bricks of the chimney.

His chest burned and his mind jolted, breathe, he reminded himself, anxiety was the last thing he wanted to run through his blood at this bitter-sweet moment.

Grabbing the handle, he pushed to open the door, with no resounding pop of the seal to release him, he looked to his manager, "oh!" She exclaimed, quickly pressing the unlock button on her own door. He laughed under his breath, something he needed, a clumsy act to release the tension that grew in his aura, just a fracture in the thick air. "Please call me when you're ready, we have to be out of here in a few hours, you have plenty of time, but if something comes up I'll call you instead." She smiled kindly, and he offered a weak smile in return. With a dry gulp, he opened the door, the cold air of the wintery evening flooded over his senses, and tinged his skin a light red across the apples of his cheeks and the ball of his nose. He shivered, enjoying the sight of his own breath and smell of pine, the crunch of his shoes through the inch of powder left from the light snowfall, and the car rolling away behind him.

With his hands deep in his pockets, he fidgeted with the lint he found inside. Stepping to the side of the door, he brushed his feet off on the bristled shoe cleaner, and took a hesitant hand to the door bell, the grey paint chipping away to reveal the white plaster underneath. His hand suspended a few centimeters from the diluted, white button, and he pressed it as the door swung open and a familiar face jolted to a halt at the very sight of him. The same green eyes from his youth board into him; they only gazed in shock for a heartbeat or two before Kiran's expression fell to a sorrowful smile, and triggered Boris' face to fall into complete concealment, bland and utterly heartless.

"Sohail." He said steadily, he didn't nod, only looked away and began walking towards the place his family claims he always is, the slopes, snow covered mountains where the snowboarders and skiers gather to indulge in the mighty rush against the wind and bitter cold flakes dancing over their faces. His red scarf was wrapped tightly around his throat like an intricate braid, and the tufted ends hung, one in the front and the other behind.

Sohail clenched his jaw until a soft ringing irrupted in his mind, "Why?" He called, Boris stopped at the bottom of the stairs, he didn't turn, and hesitantly took a step, followed by another.

"I asked a question." Sohail pressed the matter, his hands shook, neither with anxiety or the cold, but and unexplainable anger.

All was silent aside from the wind lashing at the trees, and the bitter ice that tap-tap-tapped on the wood and windows of the house.

"Who's question should that be?" Boris shot back, "I could have sworn it wasn't you who ended up hurt in any of this mess."

How dare he... Sohail thought, "Excuse me?"

"I don't repeat like your track on the radio."

A stinging sensation ripped through Sohail's gut, and he nearly staggered against the house, but forced himself upright, "mind you smart one, but I haven't so much as heard your voice in the past four years, do tell, what in this mess, could possibly be anything but my personal burden?"

Boris spun on his heel and faced Sohail, craning his head to see the much taller figure of his adoptive brother, "the lies on the talk shows, the faceless family who you seem to have dropped out of the picture completely, are you that ashamed of us? If you hate us that much why do you even come back?"

"Stop putting words in my mouth Boris." He began organizing his thoughts, just like he always had done, even before he was famous, before he had graduated school, or even knew the path that he would take. "I know that they've told you my reason, you know I wouldn't lie, not to you, a talk show host, or anyone in this family."

Boris scoffed and sharply turned back towards the direction he was headed, like he hadn't talked to him, he wasn't here at all, nor had he ever existed.

Sohail stormed down the steps after him, and roughly spun him around, "What in the daylights is wrong with you?!" He was at his end with this constant avoiding glance, Boris looked to this left, a glare etched into his being. With a twitch in his lip, Sohail balled his fist and swung, knocking his much smaller brother into the snow. Boris held his cheek, grimacing with a low growl in the back of his throat, he made eye contact, bitterness swarmed beneath the glow of his hatred, "Don't be so cocky and stand before me thinking you can get away with it... I gave you time, but I guess I was wrong to think you would settle down and open your mind like you always do." He swallowed hard, "I'm sorry I hurt you, that I said what I did four years ago," his voice broke, and he took a deep breath, and released his clenched fists, "I was in the wrong, but look where it's gotten you!"

"Where it's gotten me?!" He yelled, "I despise you with everything I am, don't think you can come waltzing back here expecting that I would-"

"Accept my apology? No, no I don't expect you to. I know you're hurt, but you still don't see why I did it. Who did you hang out with when we were kids?" A silence fell.

"You..." he said quietly.

"Yeah? And who else Boris?" Yet another silence, "that's what I thought. You clung to me, I knew you had no interest in the things I did, the things I still do. Who would have thought you liked snowboarding and skiing?" Boris spoke not, his eyes down casted, "I don't know where you get this insane idea that I don't care anymore or that I hate you all, obviously the fact that I sneak out of my apartment in anyway possible to see my family whilst trying not to get caught by the media and crazy fans proves that I care that much more about you! I love you all so much, and I've seen far more than I could ever explain to you, I just don't want you to get hurt in this process." He had poured out his heart, shared what he had tried to for years, and Boris gave that look like he always had when he was shutting someone out. The pain of his words falling to deaf ears stung like crazy, but Sohail could do nothing to change his heart, it was up to him, they had grown, and they chose new paths, he couldn't possibly expect the old understanding Boris to suddenly take over after a festering four years worth of hate and confinement.

With a heavy sigh, Sohail turned away and walked back to the house, where his mother stood in the doorway like she did whenever he had been home late many years ago, grey hairs were starting to sprout from her warm brown hair. She threw open her arms and he leaned down to give her a hug, he had missed her, but he hadn't realized just how much until he had accepted the tenderness of her embrace. Tears sprung forth, and he longed for the group hugs, the pillow fights and the shouting of joy that leaped around the dinner table, he pulled away with a bright smile, and followed her inside, a pain in his heart struck once more as he watched the figure of his younger brother grow dim and small, trudging towards his hiding place, as the great blue door shut between them, the distance suddenly felt impossibly far.

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