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marvelous-space-nerd · 3 years

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My dearest Bee

Hi dear tumblr people! I wrote a thing and I quite like it,,

Summary: Time travel, is, well something. Who would've thought that you would get stuck in the 1800's?? Well here you are, part of the Van der Linde gang, ready to face the past.

First chapter can be read as a stand alone chapter. It takes place a few years after Isaac died. The relationship between the reader and Arthur is platonic. Enjoy!!

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My dearest Bee,

So I hope these letters- I can’t call them letters if they’re in a book right?- Anyways, I hope these will find you, I hope you’re home, safe. I hope you saw your dog again, I miss her. I have a horse now though! Maybe I’ll name her after you, or just wasp. If I remember correctly you weren’t the biggest fan of wasps. But really, I’m not sure if we timetraveld or were transported to another universe where everything just started like 100 years later, the latter case making it a whole lot harder for you to find this. I just really hope you’ll find this against all odds, because I said I’d write to you if I made it. And I did! I guess. After the whole thing blew up some cowboys found me, I think they call themselves the Van der Linde gang? But yeah, they feed me and gave me a bed for the small price of doing some chores. I’d like to do more though, did you know that the 1800’s are really boring even though you can die at any second? It’s spicy but in the wrong way. I’d like you to know though that it’s not all bad here. People are lovely when they’re not trying to shoot you. You should see a campfire evening- hell any evening- here.

Yours always,

(Y/N)

“(Y/N) get off your lazy ass and do the chores we asked you to do!”

“Mister Morgan! No need to yell, I got it perfectly under control. I was just, taking a break, that's all. Everyone who works all day has the right to take a break.”

“Boy as much as we want it workers are exploited ‘till they fall to the ground face first. You however are not so-” He took a deep breath, closed his eyes before speaking agian. Softer this time than the louder tone he was using first. “get to work, please.”

“Fine fine, but-”

“There better leave something good out of that big mouth of yours.”

“Hey that's just rude! But I want one of you lot to teach me anything. I can’t even ride a horse for Christ's sake.”

“I still don’t get how you can’t kiddo.”

“I told you I lost my memory at the explosion, maybe I lost my skills too.” You said avoiding his piercing gaze. Nothing is better at covering up lies than staring at rocks being sad over the skills you’ve lost.

“And we all know about that blatant lie.” Fuck, maybe rocks aren’t good at covering up.

“It isn’t-”

“Boy I don’t give a damn, you could work on your handwriting though, you’re almost worse than John. But fine, when you’re done with your chores I'll teach you to ride.” He said, finally giving in.

“Yay!” You said while doing little hand clapping motion. “I won’t disappoint, I promise. I’m a fast learner!” You said with smiling eyes

“And how’d you find out you were a fast learner boy?” He spoke out as he raised his eyebrows, just enough for you to feel them piercing right through you, poking at all the holes in your lie. You thought you’d last at least a few months, well here you are, exactly one month deep in this shithole being caught red handed.

“Fuck” Is all you managed to cram out while your eyes lost all their focus. You being back in your own mind instead of the wild world.

It made the silence hard. The only sound that of the other gang members and the birds and the bees to give you something to focus on. It’s so hard out here, no amount of scouts will ever prepare one for the real wild.vIt’s much scarier out here. The real wild is the place where you die if you trip over the wrong rock. The scouts will make sure the rock isn’t even there. Every bird will just put down another rock and god I want the silence broken, just as broken as my lie is.

“I know there’s probably a reason you’re not telling us anything.” Athur said, as he moved closer, his eyes smaller. Like they could see right in his head “You can’t hide forever, not who you are.”

“...”

“Use your words boy”

“I’m sorry, Mister Morgan, I don’t know what to say to that.”

“You’ll figure it out, but first geT your ass back to woRK.” His voice became louder this time, I mean this was the third time he asked. He put his hand on your shoulder, shoving you away from your shared tent towards the hay bales you were supposed to move. A bit harder than anyone in the twenty-first century would’ve done, but for Arthur it was just a friendly push.

“I will, I will mister Morgan!” You said trying to act cheerful. Arthur made a “tsk” sound and waved you off, absolutely done, it seemed. You moved to the hay bales that were still in the wagon, ready to be fed to the horses.

The hay bales were heavy, yet they seemed lighter than they were a month ago. Your hands weren’t soft no more and being covered in dirt and dust wasn’t rare anymore. The luxuries that the modern world gave you disappeared the moment you decided that Bee was the one who should go home. One to run to the portal the moment it opens, one to pull the lever and jump through afterwards. Both of you knew that people don’t want you touching their stuff, let alone interdimensional portals or time machines. You knew someone would be quick to show up the moment you turned it on. It was surprising to see the portal become unstable, blinking in and out, in and out of existence. It left you with 2 choices. Option a: jump in it praying it would still transport you back home, back to all you knew not leaving you in the empty pocket of a closed portal. Or option b: run away for the inevitable explosion.

Gods you hated thinking about it. It played and twisted your mind. You couldn’t even talk about it, no accessible therapists in the wild west. And you’d prefer not to tell anyone you’re a helpless time traveler. Stuck in 1895 traveling with a gang of outlaws. A surely unique situation only you could get yourself in. You don’t even remember what you chose. You just remembered waking up surrounded by a bunch of cowboys.

“And how is our newest member doing?” The man's smooth and easy voice was easily recognizable. Dutch Van der Linde. Isn’t it ironic that he has a dutch surname and that his parents called him, well, Dutch. It’s a question that always on your mind, why his parents did that and if it’s iconic or just stupid. Dutch was one of the first people who introduced himself, right after Arthur- who was very inclined on being called Mister Morgan- and Hosea. The trio who showed you the wild west wasn’t all bad.

“Dutch! It is absolutely lovely to see you.” You said while putting the last hay bale down. A little bit of healthy sweat decorating your face. “I am doing absolutely great. Arthur- Mister Morgan is actually going to teach me how to ride a horse when I’m done.” You said while eyeing Arthur. Clearly not being amused with the situation. “Eh, he said yes, it’s his problem now.”

“I’m surprised you got through that thick skull of his!” He said with a smile, each word a little louder than the last. He clapped his hand on your shoulder as he let out a little chuckle.

“I think he likes me even though he won’t admit it actually.” You lied, confidence was half of the battle, as they say.

“I think I don’t you annoying little bastard.” Arthur said, joining the conversation. Dutch clearly talks loud enough to make sure any gossip subject will show up to the gossip. Definitely not the fact that you made eye contact with him “Now get to your horse before I change my mind.”

“Arthur! Oh shit- Mister Morgan! I’ll be there before they can even give me a speeding ticket” You said, maybe it was a bit too modern this time, but isn’t the wild west about living on the edge?

“You speak a strange version of english boy.” Arthur said. “You know how to saddle up a horse right?”

“Hosea taught me so I could help around with chores. And Wasp already had a saddle when we found her so I’m all good to go Mister Morgan!”

“Great, now go get her saddled up so we can go.” He said, motioning towards the horses.

“See you in a flash.” You said while snapping your fingers, forming finger guns to point back to Arthur. You dismissed the look of confusion on their faces, clearly not used to the finger gun motion. You walked off to Wasp and gave her a little pet and a snack. As you were putting her saddle on you overheard the rest of the conversation between Arthur and Dutch.

“We can both see you have a soft spot for the boy, Arthur.” Dutch said with a chuckle.

“And we both know youngins have great hearing and that he’s spying on our little conversation.” Arthur said in response, eyeing you. You kept saddling Wasp up as if you heard nothing. Let the deaf chicken inside of you arise and all. Hoping they’d say more.

“I know Arthur, I know.” Dutch said with a chuckle. About to walk away. “Oh before you go, he’s a kid Arthur, don’t be too hard on him and be carefull.” You didn’t think you were a kid, maybe not a full grown adult, but at least you were half an adult, no kid. But you weren’t going to say anything, you were eavesdropping after all. “He’s all yours, (Y/N)!” He yelled at you, before leaving for real. You turned around and gave him a smile and a quick wave. Arthur walked

“Take her by the reins, we're walking to an open spot first.”

“Shoar '' You said, absolutely trying to mimic the western accent you hear all around here. Apparently it was just bad enough to make Arthur chuckle.

“We’ll make a cowboy outta ya yet.”

Traveling in the wild was absolutely amazing for the most part. Abandoned camps are in fact disgusting. They leave their trash! And it’s not like they cleaned their cans so it smells. But besides that the mostly untouched nature was beautiful and the air was so clean. It all felt much more, how to put it, real. No factories everywhere, no house on every corner of the street, just, the world how mother nature intended it. It was peaceful. There was an open field about ten minutes walking from camp, and that’s where you arrived. Reins in hand.

“You ready to go (Y/N)?” Arthur asked. You put your hand on your hips looking at your horse with abosute pride and stupidity because how to fuck were you going to do this?

“Absolutely.” You said. “Remind me how do I get on again?”

The words were taken by the wind as they made room for silence. Arthur’s expression could be described as a mix between surprise, disbelief and the OhMyGodAreYouStupid emotion. Yet it all quickly made room for a smile, or a laugh. He could definitely be laughing at you.

“I didn’t expect to need to teach an 18 year old how to get on a damn horse.”

There was no fire behind the words, but as they say, fight (fake) fire with (fake) fire.

“And I didn’t expect to end up here for the life of so I did not think horse riding would be a viable skill to know. So get your pretty ass in the saddle so I can.. mimic you or something.” You said making a hand gesture at Arthur’s horse.

He gave you one more smile as he turned to his horse, getting on slower than usual. He got on on the right side of his horse so he put his right foot in the styrup. He lifted his body up effortlessly and as elegant as a western outlaw could get. And there he was, in the saddle, in full western glory.

“Looks easy enough.” You said, an absolute lie as it turned out. The stirrups were way higher than expected, and the getting on could be called anything but elegant or the cool western movies you saw. Turns out your own body is heavy and there’s quite a lot on a horse to get stuck behind. But you ended up in the saddle, full western glory.

The rest of the riding lesson went about the same. Arthur did something really cool looking and whenever you did it it felt like you were some old slime blob.

“Squeeze your lower legs to get her to move, (Y/N)!”

“I am this horse is just broken- OHMYGOD SHe’s moving!”

“Never blame the horse for the rider's lack of skill, boy. Now steering.”

He explained it all to you. How to properly hold the reins and how to use them, how to do it with one hand and how to do it with two. Western and English style he called it. He taught you how to move your horse around and what not to do. The one and most important thing being to have no doubts and no fear. The horse will sense it.

It felt odd at first, to have control over another living being. It wasn’t easy no, Arthur had to tell you how to correct your posture every 5 minutes. But after a while of correcting everything you started to get confident. It started getting easier to steer. Every muscle of yours was getting tired but it was so worth it. Maybe one day you’ll look like an actual movie star.

Once you got the basics down you could go a bit harder. From a walk to a trot, a canter and even a little gallop. And as the wind brushed over your face blowing your hair away, it felt like something the 21st century didn’t have a lot of. Galloping through the grass hearing every step as more and more grass was thrown into the air. Arthur still giving you instructions on what to watch out for, riding by your side in case of emergency. And the horse, Wasp, god she deserved a cooler name. Her big strong muscles moving beneath you, her breath as she was running, the heat radiating from her skin, gods it felt so great. No modern bike or car could ever top this feeling of freedom.

Cars and bikes could however top the feeling of falling off. You lost control quite a few times, losing balance, a rearing horse throwing you right where you belong. But nothing modern could beat that feeling of getting on again. Of it working when you tried it for a second time. Hell, maybe the third time. Arthur was there to make sure you were okay, and you could have another go. And another. And just one more for good measure. Lying on the ground trying to see if this time you did break something wasn’t a strange thing after today. Hell it happened at least every hour. But determining it as fine and getting on again, it felt like a lot.

You didn’t even realize it was getting late until the sky started turning orange. The normally so bright sun started becoming more yellow and stopped burning at your eyes. Instead it just seemed pretty. The clouds became yellow just like the sun, and the sky turned a bit darker with every passing minute. Yellow and orange were happy colours, maybe this was an good omen, maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t think you’d die somewhere in a ditch. Bee would be proud to see you haven’t given up. You knew that for once.

“Time isn’t a real thing Mister Morgan, I swear.” You said looking at the sunset.

“Call me Arthur.” Said Arthur Morgan, though guy in the west in dire need of respect. Arthur “You call me mister Morgan boy” Morgan.

“Wait, did someone hide weed somewhere because this must be a hallucination! Can I really call you Arthur?”

“Wouldn't have said it otherwise boy.” He hissed, the mister Morgan just wouldn't leave Arthur.

“Well, Arthur, thank you. I’m happy I only have to say half the syllables now.”

“Shoar thing. Now let’s go back to camp before they send out a search party to see if you haven’t broken anything today.” He said jokingly

“I would never! I am obviously the best horse rider in the entire United states!” You said sarcastically, if you fake confidence long enough, it might become real.

Arthur laughed at that. “Well see about that boy. Now let’s go, we should be there soon considering you can ride now.”

“Of course, good plan. I can show off my skills now!”

“Shoar, go ahead boy. Don’t make your entrance too dramatic.”

“I will, I absolutely will. Oh and Arthur?”

“Hm?” He said, quite relaxed actually.

“Thank you, for everything today. I’m happy you let me bother you today.” You said with a proud smile.

“You’re welcome boy. Bother me all you want, we ain’t getting rid of you just yet.” He said as he ruffled your hair a bit. “Now let’s go home, I’m realll hungry.”

You absolutely couldn’t hide the smile on your face. “Hell yeah, I’m starving.” You said as you kicked the stirrups making Wasp move, you rode to camp in the beautiful orange sky. Maybe he did actually care about you, just a little.

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emeraldwhump · 2 years

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What it says on the tin, they left me for a week in a hospital with not much more to do but to write /think about OC's so this is the result and now all of you have to deal with that lol. Raphael's in for a strange/awkward night, well what you gonna do.

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Tw: smoking alcohol and food mentions.

Raphael was sitting on the bar stool bored out of his mind with nothing else but drinking to do. Who would have thought that working for a crime ring would involve going to so many fancy parties? And that they all would be so boring.

Sasha was leaning against the counter next to him. Raphael hasn't been working for him for a long time, it was probably about two months, but he could say that were some wierd kind of friends? Well if those people had friends, really.

He knew his younger brother too, they weren't really close but he supposed they liked each other, or at least Cole seemed to tolerate him, which already was more than with most people, he actually was somewhere around there as well. Out of boredom he started to look for him in the room.

Until something, or rather someone else caught his eye. The girl that has just entered the party was currently talking to the host, probably apologizing for being late, as it was well past midnight.

She looked... interesting.

He could only see her profile, but she seemed to be pretty in a somewhat eerie way? He couldn't really put a finger on it, but with long white hair and wearing gold dress, she certainly got his attention. There was something familiar about her too, Raphael wished he could get a better look at her face.

"Sasha" He nudged his boss with an elbow prompting him to look up from his phone.

"I know who I'm taking home with me, tonight" Raphael explained, grinning widely, and nodded to the girl's direction. "Gold long dress, near the door-" there really wasn't a way to confuse her with someone else.

Sasha followed Raphael's gaze, at first looking completely uninterested, but his eyebrow rose up when he saw her.

He glared at Raphael - A look that would make most people immediately run away.

"You mean my little sister?" his tone wasn't angry... yet. But he put an emphasis on the last three words, so the warning was obvious. "I don't think so."

Raphael gave him a puzzled look, Sasha had a dry sense of humor that often left Raphael wondering if his boss was being serious or just messing around.

Admittedly Raphael didn't have the best statistic of correctly guessing when he was joking... but this one didn't seem very likely.

"You're bullshiting me." He said, deciding that this couldn't be serious. "Since when do you have a sister? Brother, yes bu-"

Sasha looked amused, he opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say anything another man walked over to them - and just as if Raphael has summoned him Sasha's brother was now standing in front of them.

"Jesus christ, this party sucks" Cole had his hair tied in a bun, "What are you doing?" He asked with an overdramatic sigh.

"Well, I was just about to go over there and try to hit on, that white-haired chick...because I need something to do later tonight" he shrugged "but your brother seems to have a problem with that." Raphael noticed that Sasha haven't took his eyes off the girl since he pointed her out to him.

Cole brows furrowed as he was trying to spot who he meant. And immediately rose one, when he understood who Raphael was talking about.

That's funny Raphael thought He did it in the exact same way as his brother moments before. It gave them both almost an identical look. Raphael glanced at the drink in his hand - he definitely had too much. Fortunately he was able to supers a chuckle. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to laugh at those two, right in their faces, at least not if you would like to keep all your bones intact.

"I hope that, this -" Cole started, bringing Raphael back to reality "-wasn't about my twin" he said slowly through gritted teeth - even though there was no doubt to who Raphael has been talking about.

"Because you're a good employee" Cole continued, despite the look on his face being so similar to his brother's his tone was different, angrier "It would be a pity if I had to cut off your tongue for talking about her like that."

Oh, come on now, twins?

But before Raphael could express his disbelief any further, the girl turned away from the man she was talking to, and Raphael saw her whole face.

Shit.

Alright, that's it with the drinking tonight. He definitely must have had too much, because he should have realized way earlier that she had the exact same hair color as the man in front of him. And even without that, the similarities in their features really were impossible to miss.

Well that explains why Raphael thought he knew her from somewhere.

"So you have a sister. How in the hell have I never met her?" Raphael started to wonder, maybe they were keeping her away from their "work", or maybe she didn't even know what they did...

"She was in Russia for the past three months." Sasha explained "I asked her to take care of some company stuff"

"work", "company stuff", "organization", "business" this were all pretty euphemisms that they used sometimes, in reference to what they did.

Hmmm.. Looks like she knows about it. The way in which Sasha said it could only meant that, she has spend those three months killing, blackmailing, manipulating, and god knows what else.

"She's back early"... Cole added, and Sasha waved to her.

"Sasha!" The girl stopped talking with the host, and walked over to them.

People usually greeted Raphael's boss with a respectful nod or sometimes a handshake, if they were someone important.

They definitely didn't climb onto their toes to hug him, Raphael doubted if anyone was brave, and, or insane enough to do it.

He was also sure that if in that situation Sasha's reaction usually wouldn't be to just lean down slightly, and wrap his arms around the person's back, as he just did with her.

"Hey Vi, how was Russia?" He asked straightening up, so that he was now standing with an arm around her shoulders.

"Cold as fuck. Whoever sent me there in the middle of December is a bloody asshole." She mocked.

Raphael blinked, he never heard anyone talk to Sasha like that before, and if someone, maybe beside his brother, dared they would end up with a few broken bones if he was in a good mood and a ripped out throat if he was in a bad one - which was most of the time.

But he just squeezed her slightly and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, leaning down again as he was almost a head taller than her. "I'm glad you're home" And with that he let go of her.

Vi immediately turned to the shorter man, who at some point stood up from his seat, and was now standing in front of Sasha.

"Don't you have a phone?" Cole asked "You could have let us know you'll be back a week early" but his tone was light, and he was smiling. With a real smile and not his usual "I'm going to rip you apart" smirk that Raphael has only seen before.

He laughed when she put her arms around him too, and returned the hug slightly lifting her of the ground. He put her back after a moment and moved to the side so she could sit down, so now she was facing Raphael.

Fuck, she really is pretty Raphael thought, not usually his type but still... Just as if he heard what Raphael was thinking about, or maybe just noticing that he was staring at her, Sasha gave him a glance that could only be interpreted as "hands off". He quickly looked away.

"And who's your new little toy?" Vi asked, raising an eyebrow. Seeing this Raphael had to use every last ounce of strong will he had in him to not to burst out laughing, as she did that in the exact same way as her brothers before. Great, now there's three of them.

For the next... Who knows how long? An hour probably, Raphael managed to forget about his vow to not to drink anymore, and downed at least two more drinks, while watching the twins - Vi was still sitting down but she has turned to her brother and was talking to him. Cole, who was standing next to her, was leaning on the counter, so the two were facing each other.

Listening to that conversation sure was an experience. If one could call it a conversation - a mix of English and Russian, with them constantly talking over each other, cutting in, or finishing each other sentences.

Mixed with how she was speaking - quietly but very fast, made it almost impossible to follw for anyone besides their brother, who was occasionally chiming in.

A few times Sasha took pity on Raphael and translated bits of it to him, but it didn't really do much to help him understand what was going on.

"I'm so tired and hungry, can we ditch this party and go eat something?" Vi asked suddenly, in a clear English, turning to Sasha with a pleading look, and startling Raphael, who already got used to the low unintelligible hum of their voices.

"Have you eaten today?" Sasha replied with a question.

"I've ate... at some point... I think" she said, they both looked at her, one concerned and the other annoyed, she shifted slightly on the chair, but neither said anything, Sasha just rolled his eyes and nodded to the door's direction.

.....

They were in some shabby all-night diner, Sasha's expensive car was sticking out like a sore thumb among the ones that were parked there.

But Raphael supposed they themselves looked even wierder than it - three men in suits and a girl in an evening gown, among people wearing band t-shirts, sweatpants or straight up pajama pants, but no one spared them a second glance.

Sasha and Cole went to smoke outside, Vi was sitting in the booth in front of him. She was hugging her legs, that were curled up to her chest. With her head threw back and eyes closed she apperently didn't feel the need to start or engage in conversation, but Raphael decided to try anyway.

"So Vi -" He reached out for her arm, to get her attention.

"Vivianne." Her eyes snapped open, and she moved back a little, right before he was able to touch her.

"W-what?" Raphael didn't know what she meant with that.

"Don't call me Vi." Oh, so that's a nickname, good to know. Even though she didn't seem to mind her brothers calling her that.

"But Sasha and Cole call y-" Raphael tried, just as the two of them entered.

"Yeah, they do" not letting him finish and without explaining it any further she turned to watch them walk across the room.

Sasha sat next to her and she leaned forward Raphael saw her profile once more, when with the hair falling over her shoulder she held onto Sasha's forearm for balance and started talking, to him.

Again, very fast, but quiet - It seemed like it was her usual way of speaking. Sasha, who usually snapped at people to shut up, after they've talked to him for more than a minute, didn't seem bothered by it, nodding and asking or answering her questions.

But Raphael didn't focus on what they were talking about, occupied with his most recent discovery of how similar they were to each other - It wasn't as obvious as with her and Cole of course, as their hair color was different, but if someone knew about it, it suddenly became very apparent. The same nose, the same cheekbones shape, as well as the eye color, that all three of them shared.

"Alright Vi, shut up and pick something" Cole threw menu her way.

She frowned at him but picked up it up and started reading. Raphael noticed that she did not react to the nickname in the slightest.

He followed, their example, looking for something that seemed edible. Not long after that their order came. Cole got himself fries and Sasha ordered roasted vegetables with some kind of dip, at first Raphael thought nothing of it but after Vi picked nachos with vegan cheese, he realized.

"Are you vegan?!" Raphael said it perhaps a little too harshly, because it made the three of them to look up at him.

"Yeah, you have a problem with that?" Cole asked.

Did he? He wouldn't say he had a problem with it but... it just seemed so wrong for them. Just to be safe he kept himself form commenting any further.

But then the waiters came back with a tray and three cups - Sasha as expected got balck coffee, but twin's cups had something different in it, lighter color -

"Tea?" Raphael asked, as they grabbed their mugs, green or some kind of herbal blend for him and black, probably earl grey, given the scent, for her.

"We don't drink coffe" Vi, no - Vivianne shrugged.

At first Raphael didn't know why their orders seemed so outrageous to him. But on the other hand those people would gladly slit his throat if provoked, and to be fair he saw the two men kill before without a second thought. He haven't seen Vivianne do anything of that sort yet, but Raphael was sure that she got her hands dirty on more than one occasion too.

Given that he expected something like a rare stake and a tall glass of blood or children's tears or whatever comic books villains ate.

In the meanwhile the twins started arguing with each other, about some work thing... probably.

"Bitch" Cole said to Vivianne, which prompted her to snap her head in his direction and slap away his hand, as he was currently trying to steal a nacho from her plate, the movement made her hair spill in every possible direction.

Sasha, who tolerated it up until this point, finally intervened.

"You, don't talk to her like that." he said turning to his brother and getting Vivianne's hair out of his eyes.

"And you're soaking your hair in your tea" Now he turned to her, he got a hair tie from somewhere, and reached to pull her hair back, tying it loosely, Vivianne looked slightly annoyed at this but let him do it .

Then Sasha proceeded to explain to them why they were both wrong, in a tone that a very tired parent could use to talk their toddler out of something stupid. But Raphael again didn't listen, busy contemplating on how those three were probably the weirdest people he has ever met.

.....

They've been driving for quite a while now, it was the middle of the night already but for some reason the traffic was insane. Sasha, whose driving style was sure... interesting, was cursing every two seconds, trying to merge on the highway.

Raphael was in a passenger seat, and didn't really mind the late hour, not the first time he "worked" nights. This however didn't seem to be the case for the twins, or at least for Vivianne.

They were both in the back seat, looking out of the windows, but then she moved closer and leaned against Cole's arm. When he rolled his eyes and pulled back a little Raphael was sure he was going to move away as they were still arguing a few minutes ago.

But he grabbed a hoodie that was laying curled up on the seat - it must have been his, as it was too big for her, and Raphael never saw Sasha wearing something like that. He wrapped it around her, then changed his position a bit to let her rest her head on his shoulder, tucking it under his chin.

He also apperently forgot about the "I'm not talking to you" that he said to her sometime ago, and was now talking to her quietly, switching completely to Russian, after a short while she stopped answering, and they both fell silent for the first time in what to Raphael felt like forever.

In the meantime they pulled up to the gas station, Sasha when asked why he won't just hire a chauffeur shrugged, and left to pay leaving the three in the parked car.

Not having much of a choice Raphael was watching the twins - it seemed like they were both asleep. Or at least that's what he thought until Cole glared at Raphael above the girls head.

"Just so we're clear on this-"

"Is this going to be another keep away form her or I'm going to kill you cliché talk?" Raphael almost laughed.

"Yes." He sighed and wanted to say something more but Vi moved a bit, so he looked down at her, and said something, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He waited a bit, until she was asleep again, before counting. "She's the only family I have... well, she and Sasha of course, but you don't seem to have a thing for my brother, thank god-"

"Fine. Look Sasha has made it quite clear, already as well..." Raphael must have admitt - he started to like her, for some strange reason, but still, it was not worth getting himself into all that mess, and probably having the shit beaten out of him.

"Good."

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