Re: Wooded Path | Aran, Illya & Maddox
His eyes flashed to the stranger using the nickname not for strangers. But he kept Ari closer to him, taking in it all, that he was here, that he'd found his brother after all this time. He was older, sounded different, but it was still him.
"Ari..." he said, the Irish lilt rolling over the short word before he had arms full of his brother. Maddox hugged him tight; they'd grown to be just about the same height now but Ari felt solid but thin under his coast. He leaned back and looked into the blue eyes, committing it all to memory. Maddox smiled at the words, in language and voice that had been missing for so long. "Deartháir, tá sé ceart go leor. Tá tú aon rud a bheith brón orm faoi. Níl sé do locht; níl aon rud a logh. Weve chaill tú gach lá. Ach fuair Ive tú anois, mar sin a bheith itll alright anois. It was as if they were children again, their language coming full force to them both.