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Julian Travers (licentious1) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Julian had been impatient. That wasn't anything new to him, really, as he generally was a man who wanted things immediately, but he'd been waiting six years to get his brother back. He'd almost been unable to believe that today was the day when he woke up that morning, at least not until a good slap in the face in the form of Wallace's tail had brought him back to reality.

But six years of being unable to see or talk to his brother, six years of letters and solicitor's meetings and a home emptier than it had been in years. Six years of wondering if Tristan would hate him for leaving and running, for not being there to stop his brother from being used against his will... Six years of guilt and shame and trying to keep hope alive. Each thought and worry has circled in his mind with every step of his pacing.

Yet the moment Tristan came out, it all left his mind and he could finally wrap his little brother up in his arms like he'd done so often before, and for a moment, he could almost believe they were eleven and seven again. He found himself growing tearful and didn't mind at all letting Tristan go so that Pandora could have a shot at him, though he stayed right next to them, even keeping a hand on Tristan's shoulder as if needing the constant contact to reassure himself that his brother was there and real.

"They don't need anything else, do they?" he asked, not wanting to prolong Tristan's discharge if he could help it. "Can you go now?" There was so much else he wanted to say, so much had happened in the last six years, but all of it could wait until Tristan was as far away from this place as possible.