[Nicholas Wells]

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[attr="class","adrie-lyric1"]Oh if you could see me now

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[attr="class","adrie-lyric2"]Would you stand in disgrace or take a bow?

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[attr="class","inner-finally"]It was his little sisters birthday. How was he expected to miss it? Especially if it meant he got to hang out at the beach and get a few drinks. He'd just finished up helping one of his friends move into his new apartment. There was a bandaid across the bridge of his nose that his buddies girlfriend had insisted on when she noticed a cut across it. There was some bruising forming under his left eye from a recent fight but he otherwise seemed no worse for wear. As soon as he parked Nicholas hopped out of his car and booked it down the boardwalk and over the sand. He saw his younger sister not far off, standing next to someone he at first didn't bother giving a second glance to. The girl seemed to make new friends like weeds popping up in a garden. "Trina!" He called enthusiastically as he rushed down the sand towards her.

As soon as he reached her, definitely not nearly busting his ass in the sand no one saw that, he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug and lifted her up as he spun her around. "Happy birthday, punk!" He howled excitedly before he set her down. Though his bright smile dropped as he finally took in who was standing next to his sister. She looked familiar. Far too familiar. Granted it had been some years since he'd last seen her but Nicholas hardly ever forgot a face. "Genie?" He asked breathless and shocked. His hazel eyes shifting a bit more of a green color in the overcast sky. Had someone upset his sister? "Shit, what are you doing here?" He asked as he looked between the two of them. His lips curled back up into some semblance of a smile but clearly he was still shocked.

The last time he'd seen Genie had been when Bianca was still alive. When she was just some girl that stayed with their family during the summer. One his father couldn't stand almost as much as he couldn't stand Bianca. Something he'd found fascinating and hilarious at the time. Nicholas had grown a lot since those days. What used to be a pale, lanky, often sick boy had built muscle. His shoulder more broad, his color finally kissed with some color. Though his face was still soft and rounder than his older brothers was. Resembling more of their mother than his father.

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[Genesis Donovan]

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No longer recognize the place that I call home. No longer recognize this face as my own.

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Katrina didn’t insist. She didn’t try to persuade Genie at all, which Genie appreciated. She just offered her phone number in case she should change her mind, or to simply keep in touch. There were very few people that Genie would be willing to keep in touch with for any amount of time. It was easier that way. There were no complications or strings if she had to cut in run. But she wanted to keep in touch with Kat, now that she’d run into her. Now that she knew Bianca was gone, she couldn’t imagine just disappearing on the poor girl again, even if that was her normal habit. [break][break]

“Oh, absolutely.” Genie gave a small smile. “We should keep in touch, for sure.” She should have been better about it before. Maybe if she’d have kept in touch with them before, Katrina wouldn’t be having to talk about her sister dying when she should be celebrating her birthday. “Let me just grab my phone. I’ll be right back.” [break][break]

Genie crossed the distance to where she’d left her belongings and scooped them up, before returning back to Katrina. She tapped on the phone screen until she’d pulled up the contact list and clicked to add a new contact before handing the phone to Katrina. “I will warn you though, I’m the worst at remembering to communicate.” She figured she’d throw that out there, maybe temper any expectation that she’d be as communicative as people normally were. [break][break]

She said there was no one special in her life yet, and that was probably for the best with how young she still was, how much growing she’d be doing. Even Genie didn’t think she was old enough to find her person, if there even was someone out there for her. But when Kat went on, mentioning that her parents had already picked out someone for her to marry, there was a renewed sense of disgust that coursed through her directed at Jeremy and Maddison Wells. They were so vile, so controlling of their children that they even wanted to pick out who they married? It shouldn’t have been any huge surprise, but somehow it was. “That’s terrible. I’m sorry, I don’t know how you feel about it, but I wouldn’t be okay with that.” She couldn’t imagine that Bianca would have been okay with it either. What would she have said to her little sister? Surely, she’d have encouraged Katrina not to marry whoever their parents had picked for her, to follow her own path and if she chose to get married, marry someone she loved. [break][break]

Someone called out Trina, and Genie turned to look. Even with all the years that had passed and with how different he looked now, Nicholas was unmistakable. His smile was exactly the same as she remembered. Katrina had mentioned about his fighting, and the bruising on his face backed that up. As he was picking Katrina up and wishing her a happy birthday, Genie let a smile pull up the corners of her mouth. She didn’t know when, or if she would have sought out the Wells siblings, but she was glad to have run into these two. Even if it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. [break][break]

It didn’t take him long looking at her to realize who Genie was. She nodded for confirmation when he said her name, questioning it. She watched his eyes dart to the darkened sky as he was talking, undoubtedly knowing that his sister had something to do with that. Genie hoped he didn’t think that she’d been the cause, but really, hadn't she been? She was the one who asked about Bianca, which kicked off the storm’s budding. [break][break]

“I’ve been living in Los Eurosia for a bit now, for work.” Did he know about the Guild? Had he been pressured into joining, just like JJ? Or had he resisted following in his fathers footsteps? Genie had to hope he was more like Bianca still than JJ, that he didn’t get mixed up in the hunting business. [break]

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[Katrina Wells]

You romanticize the feast and famine

Paralyzed by fear of failing

Katrina watched as Genie went to grab her things so that she could put her number in. She also pulled out her phone to have the other woman put her number in hers as well. That way she didn't have to wait for Genie to text her first. "It's okay, I can just talk to you about how much work I'm flooded with in my classes and I can talk enough for both of us," she said playfully with a soft giggle. She placed her number in Genie's phone with her name and unlocked her own to pull up a new contact for her to do the same.

Though as she went on to say how sorry she was that her parents had arranged a marriage for her and how she wouldn't be okay with it Katrina had to take a pause. She'd never really put much thought into it as it were. Bianca had been vehemently against their parents choosing her future spouse. All three men they tried to set her up with had their families pull the out when Bianca inevitably scared them off. Refusing to even give them a chance to get to know her. But Katrina had just...more or less accepted it. She'd yet to ever grow real feelings for someone. Apart from some surface level crushes. And so few people had shown an interest in her either. At least none that she noticed.

Katrina had thrown herself so fully into her studies and her music. Anything for an escape. Anything to keep the idea in mind that one day she wouldn't live in that big, cold house anymore. "I mean...I haven't really thought about it. I haven't dated anyone." She'd still even yet to have her first kiss at now twenty years old which was deeply embarrassing.

Though the conversation came to an abrupt stop as she was suddenly lifted and spun around. "Nick!" she called as all the air left her lungs for a brief moment. As she was set back down Katrina smacked his arm before she smiled at him. Though at seeing his own surprise that Genie was there with her Katrina nodded. "We've been playing a little catch up," which she supposed Nicholas and Genie would also have. Though she didn't imagine her brother being as enthusiastic about rekindling an old friendship as she had been.

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[Nicholas Wells]

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[attr="class","inner-finally"]It was strange seeing Genesis now. Like a ghost from his past stepping out to greet him again. But she wasn't here for him. Nicholas didn't know if she were exactly here for his sister either. Had they been talking long? When exactly did they meet up again. Hearing that she'd been living in los Eurosia for a while again made him even more curious. "And no call to your old family? I'm hurt," he said teasingly as he placed his hand over his heart and jutted out his bottom lip in a mock pout. Though he couldn't really blame her for not giving them a call or letting any of them know she was still...alive? He supposed that was the best word for it.

Still, there was a bit of a pang in his chest. He remembered how close Genie had been with his older sister growing up. He wondered if she knew. She certainly hadn't bothered to call then. To check up to make sure they were all alive as well. She hadn't been at the funeral. He wondered if she'd been living in los Eurosia enough to see Bianca's obituary in the paper. If she would have caught on about the lies that had spread when it said she'd taken her own life. His jaw tensed a bit as he pushed those thoughts aside. "Well, it's cool seeing you again still," he said, though his tone suggested he wasn't being as genuine as he could be. More guarded than anything before he messed up his sisters hair.

"So what're the plans, birthday girl? And where can I get a drink?" His eyes wandered up to what looked like a bit of a larger party going on. Was that supposed to be for his sister? He vaguely recognized a few of the faces when he'd been coming down. He might have wondered why Katrina wasn't having fun at a celebration meant for her if he didn't know his sister well enough. Knew how overwhelmed she became in crowds and at parties.

"And point me in the direction of any asses that need kicking," he added playfully as he playfully karate chopped his sister in the side and on the head. Making small woopah! sound effects as he did so. Until she smacked away his hands and he offered a smile. "You gonna be hangin' around a bit Genie Bo Beanie?" He asked as he finally stuffed his hands back into his jean pockets. "We can all play a little catch up."

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[Genesis Donovan]

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We count the days scratching lines on a wall. Wait in the wings at someone's beck and call. [break]
No longer recognize the place that I call home. No longer recognize this face as my own.

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It was rare for Genie to give out her own number, but she didn’t hesitate when Katrina handed over her own phone, contact screen primed for a new number. “I can’t wait to hear all about it, Kat.” She gave a warm, genuine smile. It felt weird, but it was also good to be reconnecting with someone who she’d known so long ago. [break][break]

Genie knew with each fiber in her being that Bianca would not be okay with her little sister being pushed into an arranged marriage, especially if she hadn't even really had the chance to date anyone else or explore who she was on her own. But that would have to be a conversation to have at another time, it wouldn’t be good to go in dept with that conversation on Kat’s birthday. “Well, one day, when you’re ready to get married, if you want to get married, I just hope that they deserve you.” She left it at that, since they’d talked about enough depressing topics for her already. There didn’t need to be more fuel for the storm that had been brewing overtop them. [break][break]

Once Nicholas got there, the mood shifted slightly. Katrina seemed thrilled to see her big brother, as expected, but he seemed a bit more reserved than Genie would have thought he would, more than she remembered him being. Perhaps he was just wary of her unexpected presence, She couldn’t blame him for that at all. [break][break]

“I am absolutely the worst person at keeping in touch. I’m glad I ran into Katrina and you though, especially today of all days!” Nicholas’ tone changed again when he returned his attention to his sister. It seemed more playful, a little less wary than when he was talking to Genie. Maybe it was in her head, maybe it wasn’t that different at all. [break][break]

When he asked Genie if she was planning on sticking around he used a play on her name that nearly took her off guard, she was so unaccustomed to the playful familiarity. She smirked and gave a small nod. “Yeah, as long as the birthday girl doesn’t get sick of me I’ll stick around.” The larger group up the beach from them wasn’t her usual scene, but she wanted to catch up with the two youngest Wells siblings so she could live with it for a while. [break]

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