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Raven Hendrixson

Post by Raven Hendrixson on Sun Dec 20, 2015 6:09 am

**WORK IN PROGRESS**

~*~First Born Son~*~

"You did so well, my love."

The woman looked up to her husband, giving him an exhausted yet happy smile. The man beamed back at her despite the dark bags under his eyes, glad that all the waiting and worry was over and proud beyond words of his beautiful wife and healthy son. "You never told me what name you'd chosen for him."

The new mother gave a breathy chuckle, looking back down at the slumbering bundle in her arms, "I think I'll call him 'Raven', in honor of his father," she answered, returning her gaze to her husband. The man's smile shifted to an odd expression of confusion and light disappointment.

"Don't you think that's a little redundant? He does carry my genes, after all, and so will be what I am."

"You don't know that."

"But I do. He will be half, yes, but he will still have the same abilities. It would be different if you, too, were a shift--or even part--instead of full-blood human. As it is, a raven is what he will be; do you really want to name him one as well?"

The woman gave him an irritable glare. She had decided on this name some time ago, and there was nothing that would change her mind. Her husband, receiving the silent message, lifted his hands in surrender and chuckled. "Alright, alright. Raven it is."


~*~Instrument of the Heart~*~

Raven sat on the bed and listened in a trance as his mother strummed and picked at the guitar sitting on her lap, the haunting music perfectly accompanying her soft voice. He'd never heard one, but he had always thought that this was what the voices of the angels sounded like.

The song ended, his mother drawing out the last note softer and softer as if she were moving farther and farther away as the last strum of the guitar died out, and Raven clapped heartily. "Momma? Think I could ever play like you?"

"Of course, Raven! You'd just have to practice a lot."

"Really?! Can you teach me??" The boy hopped up onto his knees, waddling over to his mother's end of the bed to observe.

"I can. At least, I can get you started. Here," the woman handed him the full-sized instrument that was practically bigger than he was, the boy having to stretch to reach the strings at the body and on the neck at the same time.

"Are you sure you want to learn this one, though?" His mother asked, "There are many different types of instruments out there, but only one that will truly speak to your heart."

The boy nodded, looking down at the beautiful, lacquered wood with an odd fondness, "Yeah. I like this one."


~*~When Three Became Four~*~

At six years old, being handed a newborn baby was probably the strangest thing that Raven had ever experienced.

After a long, boring wait in the lobby of a hospital that smelled funny, he was ushered through hallways and doors that opened by themselves to a room where his mother was propped up in a bed. He had been told what was happening, but it was just all so confusing to him even so. After all that, he was sat down in a big, fluffy chair and his father very gently lowered a bundle of blankets into his lap and arms. It was surprisingly heavy.

Then, he looked at it. Wide, brown eyes stared up at him from a chubby face, and he would later recall that his heart had instantly melted.

"Raven, meet your little sister, Aya," his mother said softly.

"Aya..." he repeated, studying the little, gurgling creature on his lap a moment longer before breaking out into an excited grin, looking up and, much to the surprise and amusement of his parents, saying: "What instrument do you think she'll play?"


~*~The Man in Black~*~

Male voices drifted down the hallway, distracting the boy from his practice with the new, smaller guitar he had been given for his seventh birthday. He set it aside, wandering out of his room to find that his sister was also curious about the new sound. "C'mon, Aya," he whispered, grasping her hand and leading her into the living room. They entered slowly, Aya toddling behind her big brother, one hand still clasping his while the other held the body of the My Little Pony whose hind hoof she was busy chewing on.

"Ah! Perfect timing, Raven. Come, I want you to meet a colleague of mine," His father said, waving them over. Raven did as asked, moving over to where his father sat. A movement caught his eye, and he looked over to see a tall, dark man standing from his own seat. Raven looked up in awe as the gentleman towered over them, immaculately dressed in a pressed button-up shirt, slacks and tie, each one black or shades thereof with trims here and there of light grey. His hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, not a strand out of place, and his face set in harsh angles.

"Mr. Creoson, this is my son, Raven, and my daughter Aya. Kids? This is Mr. Adonaias Creoson, a very important man at my work. Greet him properly, Raven."

"A pleasure to meet you, Sir," he said as he had been taught to do, holding his hand out in greeting. The man seemed to study the outstretched limb for a moment before clasping hands and giving a brief shake.

"Likewise," he said, his tone deep and unhumored as his other hand reached into a pocket and brought out a silk handkerchief to elegantly wipe the palm of the one that had done the shaking.

"Poh!" Aya announced, having taken the figurine from her mouth and was now holding it out toward the new stranger.

Raven watched Adonaias look down at the girl as if he had just noticed she was there, a brow raised at the slime-covered toy. The boy glanced at his sister before looking back up at the man, "That means 'pony'," he offered.

"Yes. I gathered."

"Mr. Creoson will be staying with us for dinner, tonight, so you two behave yourselves, alright?" His father said, and Raven nodded.

As the evening went on, the frigid stranger seemed to warm up a bit toward the family, though he mostly ignored the children. Even so, there was something impressive about him to the young boy, and Raven found himself studying the man while at dinner. He sat straight, like him, squaring his shoulders as best he could in mimic, though he couldn't quite get the angular precision the stranger carried. He switched hands that his utensils were in, like him, trying to figure out just how he ate with his fork upside down like that. He even tried to match some of his facial expressions, though without a mirror he wasn't quite sure if he was getting it or not.

When dinner had finished and the gentleman was about to leave, Raven caught his attention once more. "Will you come back to have dinner again?" He asked, hopeful. He wanted to learn more about this stranger, and practice being as prim and proper as him.

The man studied Raven for a good, long moment, then gave a slow, strange smile that never quite reached his eyes. "Yes. I will come back again."


~*~Living Room Quartet~*~

The Christmas season had come around again, and it was at their home, this time, that his father's work had decided to host the Christmas Party. The family had practiced quite a bit beforehand, though playing together was nothing new. However, this time their little quartet had an audience. Raven didn't really mind, actually kind of enjoying being 'on stage' as it were in such a close setting rather than an auditorium in a school orchestra like he was used to. Though, of the two siblings, Aya seemed the most enthusiastic about it, demanding to be the one to announce the different pieces that they would be performing and moving more dramatically than she usually did when playing her half-size violin. With his father on the piano, their mother on the cello, and him of course on the guitar, the four actually made a nicely rounded quartet.

They had just finished the last notes of "What Child is This?" (or, as Raven preferred to call it, Green Sleeves) when he looked up to see Adonaias clapping in applause along with the rest of their guests. It was strange, the man seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself, something the boy had come to realize was a rare event. He wondered just how much about music the man knew; maybe he would play with them some day.


~*~Campfire Cadenza~*~
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