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Post by Tristan Keats on Apr 12, 2009 21:25:58 GMT -5
Tristan took a step up toward his father, holding tightly still onto Kay's hand. "Dad...?" he questioned with wide, innocent eyes. "You're....you can't be here...you're dead..."
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Taye Keats
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Post by Taye Keats on Apr 12, 2009 21:49:50 GMT -5
Taye opened and closed his mouth several times, but no sound came out. He looked from Claire to the boy, then back again. "You... you're... Tristan?" he managed to stammer. He reached out and touched the boy's face tenderly. He felt a stab in the heart. "But you're so old... you were a baby the last time I saw you..." He was feeling the strangest mixture of pride, regret, and guilt -- pride for seeing the fine young man his son had turned out to be, regret for never being able to see his son grow through childhood, and guilt for not being there through what must have been a terribly confusing time for his infant-turned-teenager. Adolescence was hard enough when you did it the normal way...
He pulled Tristan close into a tight hug. "I'm sorry I haven't been here... terribly sorry. I wish that Ozma had at least told me that this had happened... but hopefully I can make it up to you now."
He turned to Claire. "I'm sorry to have to leave so suddenly... but I need to confront Ozma about this. If I'm not dead, then that means Gayelette can be freed. It was a simple mistake on Ozma's part, I'm sure..." he said, though his face darkened. Nobody threw his daughter in jail, especially not of his own account. He turned to his son and beamed. "Tristan... I want you to enjoy your big night. I'm extremely proud of you."
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Post by Claire Heart on Apr 12, 2009 21:53:56 GMT -5
"I just got you back. I'm not losing you again. " She took Tristan's hand, then Kay's. "Both of you...enjoy yourselves. Have the biggest night of your lives. And I'm proud of you both, but I'm going with your father to get your sister." She turned back to Taye. "We used to do things together...and I intend for us to continue it that way in the future. Because I am never going through that living hell again." She laced her fingers in his and transformed her gown into more suitable attire. "Let's get our little girl."
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