I Resist the Muses

Family, huh?

( Hah. )

Family

Family? Let's just say that we put the fun in dysfunctional. My mother is a blue blood, stick up her ass, conservative old money minus the money. My father was a nouveau riche that had money even if it was second generation and from less than honest means. It was a match made in heaven. Mom got the money she wanted and dad got the conservative respectable wife he wanted.

Life was beautiful and they had a lovely little girl. She was their princess and hope for the future until said girl turned six and got struck by lightning. Then the electrical manipulating freak that couldn't have human contact came into their lives. Oh they whispered it, but the meaning was the same. Poor little girl wasn't a princess anymore. Three nannies and two gardeners later, my parents made a hefty bribe donation to Lydia Thorpe's Academy. They tucked their problem away in a boarding school with a clear conscience that they were giving me a normal life.

I have since developed a great talent for pushing buttons. Especially theirs. Family gatherings are entertaining... at least for me. It was the best after I had the L.I.S.A. implant put into my body that regulates me, letting me be normal. They thought they had their princess back until I showed them all the clippings of my 'jobs'. The look on their faces... priceless. Their princess had become a highly paid, top of her line, catburglar. Not quite the Mayflower Scandal of being a Madame, but it was close.

Family. The best way to hone your skills of being a smart ass and pushing the buttons to get the best reactions.


Muse: Gwen Raiden
Fandom: Angel the Series
Word count: 279


Comments/RP are welcome

I suppose I could go into the various ways in which my relatives have all met their ends, but then we'd be here all day, and there are some wounds best left alone. Some details I'd rather not even admit to, these days, not even to myself.

Here is the long and short of it: I have had three mothers, three fathers, one husband, one brother, two sisters, and two sons. They have all been taken from me in some way, whether because they chose to leave or because...circumstances caused it. Even my twin, who is as close to constant as anyone can come, has been separated from me, at times. In some people this induces a fear of abandonment, apparently.

None of this means I will ever love any of them any less, though.

And that's the point. Family is inescapable -- not because they are your blood, because sometimes they aren't, but because you let them in, and once you do that, you can't make them leave your mind even if you try your hardest.

Trust me. I'd know.

I'm a soldier. Or rather, I was one.

For what country, I'm not telling. Nor what war. I've seen too much death perpetrated by both sides and there is no "good guy" in my mind - only the lesser evil over the greater.

I'm also a mage. A war mage specifically. That's why I was a soldier. It runs in my family on my mother's side. I also have an affinity for shadow magic and that's from my father's side of the family.

Right now, I've settled in England, trying to gather my life back together after the war. It's hard, especially with the nightmares.

I don't talk much, but sometimes I wish I could.

I'm Thomas Joseph Hawke and there's not much else to say other than that.