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Austin was shivering. He'd already seen too much in his young age, but watching as his father, the man that had kept him safe in his arms countless times, cradling him and protecting him against all outside threats. A strong voice promising him softly that the nightmare he had wasn't real, the ghost of Flynn's arms around his shoulders made the boy choke on a sob. He wanted his dads. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be alone. He stumbled away from the opening into the room, his eyes blurred over with tears, the image of a hand encasing his father completely still burned into his brain. The power those hands held over their own ki

The darkness of the box wasn't the only thing he noticed when he had been dropped into it, he also felt the sharp pain of his back hitting down as well. He had been winded for only a moment as a groan rippled through his body and he rolled over onto his side. He nudged himself up onto his elbows and laid there. The pain he knew would be more evident later, so would the bruises, but what he did notice was that he wasn't alone. Letting his eyes rove up the darkness of the box, he squinted, but instead of making out four figures huddled in the corner, he found six instead. One that was leaning against the wall of the box and the other was stand

"Andrew?" Austin mumbled, his voice was still thick with tears as he had his face buried into Andrew's shoulder. He turned his head only just enough so he could see the underside of his jaw. "What's dad doing?" He said nothing for a moment, rubbing his hand up and down his back in a soothing manner as he navigated through the pathways with a practiced swiftness. He was taking his time enough as it need be, but the gentle sniffling from his shoulder was telling him that Austin was still pretty worked up. He felt bad for the kid, of course, but there was nothing wrong with letting him have it out before relaxing. It had been years since the la

Austin whirled, surprised and terrified, to find the hateful brown eyes of his father, Flynn, staring daggers into the back of Sam's head, while Andrew, although still just as angry, looked more concerned for Austin's safety than for the man standing next to him. However, the presence of the human made Andrew freeze up instantly on instinct. It was certainly something he hadn't been expecting. Not to see Austin so easily within the grasps of a human, and to see Sam there too. It was something that he didn't trust. "Austin," his voice warned carefully, not letting his grassy eyes waver from the emerald greens he had locked onto. "Come on ove

Running away was not the answer to his problem, and Austin knew that, but it was the easiest solution he could see. He also knew that facing his fathers down once he returned from running away was going to be something he'd be obligated to do. He knew they wouldn't be happy about it, as the both of them can get much too overprotective and he never truly understood why. Andrew would always tell him that when he had kids of his own, he would know why they got so worried when he left without saying anything first. Whatever. That stuff could wait. Austin wasn't on the lookout for Leanna and her children, he already knew that they were going t

Leanna and her three children were missing. Andrew didn't know how to feel. A deep part inside of him was saying to do something more than just stand there like an idiot, his mouth gaped open as he tried to piece this together. Leanna had been much more than a makeshift family to him as the woman in question had been generous enough to let him stay with her and her children before he had met, and moved in with, Flynn. She was a kind soul. A smile that could dazzle the room and entrap any straight man that would luckily stumble upon her. Her personality flourished with a humour that could put himself to shame. When they had lived together,

The day was still fairly young, Austin knew this, even as he stayed curled up on the small excuse of a chesterfield in their living room. He had a small blanket covering his shoulders, even though he still shuddered underneath it. His breathing was gentle and quiet, even though the tear-tracks were very much visible. He sniffled softly, his legs sort of cramping up from sitting in one place for so long, but he wasn't thinking about getting up and stretching his legs, he just wanted the nightmares to stop. Last night hadn't been the first night he'd had that same nightmare. It was actually something reoccurring and he had never had the heart

Scarlett's eyes lit up immediately as she glanced around the empty stage. Oh, it was perfect. There had just been a performance of the classic Wizard of Oz and it had been absolutely magnificent. Of course, watching shows from the rafters could only do so much for a tiny human, but the stage itself was beautiful. As she stepped onto the beige, smooth wooden surface, she could still feel the heat of the lights from the night show and it gave her shivers. The theatre was gigantic to the girl, but that didn't stop her from dreaming that one day she could be standing there on the stage, ignoring her size and acting to her heart's content. A sk