jameshamjr
Still On Nevis
My name is James Hamilton, Jr. but my brother Alexander calls me Jamie. (Multi-verse, independent blog. Side-blog of benderoftime)
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“That would be...helpful.”
Out of the many strange things Jamie Hamilton had seen in his life, this easily had to be the strangest. He was trying to process things a little bit at a time and yet there was only one conclusion that he would arrive at. Especially since he had just seen a man with a tail.
Merpeople existed. He had just seen one. Which prompted him to think that she might be one as well. He would probably freak out later but he was in the middle of the ocean with two...people? fish people? whatever, and he was going to have to rely on them for his survival, if he wanted to make it home to Nevis.
Exhaling slowly and trying to remember to breathe, Jamie settled himself against the side of the life raft and waited, keeping his attention focused on her as though they were just going to have a polite discussion about all of this.
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He’d taken a laminated picture of Jamie with him, supplies for as many people as he could carry on his back and still swim, and set out on his journey to find Alex’s brother - be it a corpse or a survivor.
He hoped beyond hope, though, it was the latter. To his surprise, though, he not only found Jamie - but his own sister sitting there without a tail, in the fucking lifeboat. Upon further inspection and a brief argument in Russian, he’d found out she’d taken upon the same “curse” he had but with less luck. Someone had taken her tail and was taking her from where she’d been on St. Kitts to the states. That was when the plane crashed and she didn’t know where her tail was.
Letting out a sigh, he heaved a backpack full of supplies - food, water, first aid, clothes - and turned to go back into the water with a flop of his tail.
Which, of course, prompted Sasha to just look sheepishly at Jamie as her brother proceeded to insistently wave random women’s scarves at her as he looked because he didn’t know what her tail looked like in this form.
“I should probably explain him, shouldn’t I?” She shook her head no periodically at her brother purely so he wouldn’t swim back over and shove the damn things in her face.
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DIEGO LUNA + best photoshoots (part 1)
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russkiyuragan:
He curled closer, not sure what to do or say. Just that he would thank his lucky stars, and Alexander Hamilton. Shane trembled, clinging to his husband tightly.
Jamie was just glad to be home, to be alive and he knew that both he and Shane would owe Alex a lot for fixing this, for making it possible. He wrapped his arms around Shane securely, content to hold him for the time being.
“You’re supposed to be dead.” Shane said softly, reaching out to touch Jamie's chest and make sure he was real.
“Fortunately, this is not true.” Jamie answered, just as quietly. “Reports of my demise are greatly exaggerated.”
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russkiyuragan:
Tattooed hands curled into the fabric of his shirt, eyes watering. “Jamie…” How did he even begin to apologize to his husband for having had to kill him? They’d gotten captured and Shane knew there was no way out that wouldn’t involve Jamie’s death and agony for his husband. He’d done it out of mercy, but it had hit him hard. He’d run on autopilot purely for their kids.
“You don’t have to say anything.” Jamie said softly. He knew that Shane had acted in the only way he had seen able to act. He wasn’t about to hold that against his husband. Especially not with what Alex had told him.
“You’re supposed to be dead.” Shane said softly, reaching out to touch Jamie's chest and make sure he was real.
“Fortunately, this is not true.” Jamie answered, just as quietly. “Reports of my demise are greatly exaggerated.”
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“Of course.” He answered quietly. She was her own person and had the right to do whatever she wanted. Even if it had hurt at the time. He stepped aside, motioning for her to come in. Jamie had thought of her often, wondering where she was and if she was alright.
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she managed a tiny smile. it had been so long… too long. maria had missed him desperately, but she couldn’t admit that even to herself. ❝—- may i come inside ? ❞ hands wrung at her skirt && she bit her lip, batting thick eyelashes. jamie had every reason to turn her away after she had ignored him for so long. still, her thoughts never wandered far from him. long nights when she was forced into bed with her drunk husband were a little more bearable when she pretended it was jamie instead.
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“How?” He didn’t even know what he was asking, but it was the only thing he could process as his hands shook.
Jamie’s hands were steady as he placed them over Shane’s so he could feel that this was real and not some kind of hallucination. “You do remember what Alex can do, yes? I believe he...gave me more time.”
“You’re supposed to be dead.” Shane said softly, reaching out to touch Jamie's chest and make sure he was real.
“Fortunately, this is not true.” Jamie answered, just as quietly. “Reports of my demise are greatly exaggerated.”
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“You’re supposed to be dead.” Shane said softly, reaching out to touch Jamie's chest and make sure he was real.
“Fortunately, this is not true.” Jamie answered, just as quietly. “Reports of my demise are greatly exaggerated.”
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“I’m sorry I never contacted you.” -ur maria from AGES ago aka this is in character and out
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Jamie’s hand was still on the doorknob and it took him a moment to get his thoughts together. “I’m just glad to see you.” He finally answered. He wondered what she was doing here so late and if she was going to be in trouble with her husband.
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“It’s Been a Long Time” Sentence Starters
Muse A and Muse B haven’t seen each other in years. Put one of these sentences in my ask to have your muse react to seeing my muse again after such a long time.
“It’s been awhile.”
“I can explain.”
“You’re supposed to be dead.”
“How did you get here?”
“Please don’t leave me again.”
“I need you to tell me the truth about where you’ve been.”
“I never thought I’d see you again.”
“I’m so glad I’ve finally found you!”
“Whatever rock you crawled out from under, you should crawl back. Now!”
“Well, look what the cat dragged in!”
“I never thought I’d be so happy to see you.”
“Do you remember me at all?”
“Why didn’t you let me know you were okay?”
“Well, fancy seeing you again!”
“I never stopped looking for you.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I know you said you never wanted to see me again, but - ”
“Please don’t pretend like you don’t know me!’
“How dare you show your face around here!”
“What are you doing in a place like this?”
“You haven’t changed one bit.”
“Why did you just walk away like that?”
“Did you even stop to think about what your disappearance would do to me?”
“I know, I know - I’m supposed to be dead.”
“It’s a long story.”
“I-I’m sorry I left without saying anything.”
“I’m sorry I never contacted you.”
“Do - I know you?”
“Please don’t ask where I’ve been.”
“Miss me?”
“Please don’t let this be a dream.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Did you ever even try to look for me?”
“You said you’d never come back here!”
“Thank god I finally found you!”
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russkiyuragan:
He sighed, scrubbing his hand over his cheek. “I’m worried about my sister. She’s my twin. We had to separate for safety.”
He knew what he would feel like if Xander had gone so his face was sympathetic as he set his sand paper down, focusing his attention on Shadow entirely. “Is there any way you could find her? Send word somehow?”
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russkiyuragan:
That was the point in his training, truth be told. People noticed him only when he wanted them to. Or they sort of noticed him but only in passing and wouldn’t be able to describe him upon recall.
Sasha was more smash and grab, things are FUBAR and it’s time to go.
His expression turned into a mild frown as he began to worry about his sister a little bit.
Although he hadn’t been trained as a spy like Shadow, Jamie was quieter and more observant than his little brother. He could tell when something was in the air and as his gaze traveled over to check Shadow, he saw the frown.
“Hey. Is something wrong?”
Jamie kept his voice quiet, not wanting to intrude in Shadow’s thoughts.
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russkiyuragan:
“Thank you, Jamie.” He said brightly, climbing into the stool carefully so he could watch what he was doing with great interest. He wanted to learn what he could by observation, truth be told. So he just sat there, eerily quiet, stock still, watching with wide and inquisitive eyes.
“No problem.” It was almost like having a stealthy, silent shadow that trailed around after him all the time but Jamie didn’t mind. He was used to it with Xander around. Turning back to what he was doing, he continued to sand to the board he was going to use for his project, running a hand along the wood to test how smooth it was.
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Jamie was hard at work on an assignment from the man he was apprenticed to when he saw a small head come bopping along. “Hang on a second.” He said before pulling a small stool over. It would be tall enough for his “guest” to be able to see what he was working on.
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Sometimes he really hated being so damn short. He wanted to see what Jamie was doing on the work table, but he couldn’t exactly see over the fucking thing.
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russkiyuragan:
“Don’t you dare, Hamilton.” He laughed, pressing close as Jamie got an arm around him.
“Oh no? Why not?” He could be a troll, just as Shane could and Jamie was interested to hear what he had to say.
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