He sat down on the carpet holding his guitar gifted from his deceased father. He was tall, unnaturally so. He was lanky as a result of his unique height. Calloused hands strum the guitar calmly. Pushing his shaggy brown hair away from his brown-orange eyes, he calmly smiles at his family before him.
The youngest, his sister, was frowning lightly. Her bangs and short light brown hair framed her sharp face. She looks like her mother. Though she had black eyes like their father.
Beside her on either side were their twin cousins, both calm. One with tired golden and the other with intense hazel. Both with raven hair. Gold with long hair tied back. Hazel with messy hair. Both had scars. Gold had claw marks on his left eye, three coming down only the middle line reaching his cheek. The hazel a burn mark covering his right eye and cheek.
Across them were two on a couch. Their cousin's brother with their newly adopted brother. Both are younger, young as his sister. Both, full of light. Both blonde, one strawberry the other sandy. Sandy has blue while strawberry has hazel.
In front of him sat his cousins sharing a surname. One older than all except lanky, upset about her brother, away. The other young as gold in own world waiting. Long raven hair in a high ponytail and shorter raven hair loosely tied. One loose in a world with her green eyes. One upset fiery blue eyes looking down.
The tall one started strumming a song on his guitar. It was calm and sweet. Familiar for the children and new adult on the couches. Except for Sandy, he was still new to the family.
His young sister's frown deepened. Gold smiled slightly, thankful. Hazel relaxed, leaning into the couch. Sandy sat confused as strawberry swung his feet happily. Fiery, still upset, relaxed. Loose raven opened her eyes and smiled wider.
"Hey."
Fiery spoke up. Lanky stopped strumming. He looked at her, still calm and smiling.
"Do you know about..."
She trailed off but lanky understood. He smiled softly.
"I know."
He continued strumming as if nothing happened. They would talk another time. For now, they relaxed as their parents cooked. He continued to strum his gifted guitar only stomping to eat with his dysfunctional and loving family.
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One-shot Randomness
RandomRandom scenes that may or may not be related to each other. There will be one-shot of my own characters and sometime fandoms (DreamSMP) as well. Angst, Fluff, Shenanigans, and others. I often imagine random scenes happening about my characters so I...
