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TRAJAN SAT ON THE TRAIN, his leg bobbing up and down. He sat in silence, the only person in the compartment was his sister. "Vas-tu arrêter de faire ça?" (Are you going to stop doing that?) She said, annoyance lacing her tone. "Non." (No) He said with disinterest. "Va te faire foutre." (Fuck you) She said, getting up and leaving "Je suis sûr que je trouverai des amis. Contrairement à vous." (I'm sure I'll find friends. Unlike you.)
He rolled his eyes and simply shrugged her off. Sighing, he stretched his limbs as far as they could go in this tiny compartment, which wasn't very far, and attempted to go to sleep.
He attempted to rest his head on the chair, but realised there was not enough room. As he shuffled around, his comfort seemed to become worse. He attempted to make room for his head, but alas, his limbs were just too long. He huffed and sat straight once again. His agitation grew immensely, just wanting to rest. Stifly, he leaned his head on the window, soon loosening up to the new found 'comfort'.
Sighing in content, his eyes fluttered shut and he was off with the daisies.
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T O M
Sitting on the train, Tom didn't bother making small talk with his peers, believing they were unworthy of him, spacing out on most occasions. He muttered a couple incoherent words under my breath, completely drained by his delinquent peers. "What was that, Tom?" James sneered, trying to catch him out at any moment.
Tom held a hatred to James close in his heart. The way his lips quirked up into a petty grin caused Tom immeasurable anger.
"Nothing for you to worry about, James." He said, his tone warning. Tom's patience was already worn thin today, one more thing and he'd blow.
He tilted his head up, smirked and looked away. He went back to talk with the others. Grabbing his coat along with his neatly packed bag, Tom stormed out of the compartment, not sparing the others a single glance. He heard James chuckle lowly, which riled him up.
Tom pledged to kill the boy one day, no matter the circumstances.
Tom walked across the always, the majority of compartments full of dim-witted students who bored him to death.
He finally found an empty compartment, the only sign of life being a boy unfamiliar to Tom He looked rather agitated, similar to Tom's mood.
"Mind if I sit here?" Tom said, more of an order than a question.
"Sure." The boy replied, his gaze never faltering from the rain-tinted window.
"I've never seen you before. Are you new?" He questioned, curious. He waited in the eery silence before the boy finally responded.
"Erm, yeah." Tom hummed, the possibilities running wild in his mind.
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen." He answered, a French accent lacing his tone. His gaze still held on the glass, looking as if he wished to escape already.
"Hm, interesting." Tom muttered, the boy not sure if he was supposed to hear Tom's words or not.
"Is that a French accent I hear?" Tom asked, wishing to know more about the boy. He barely nodded, going almost unnoticed by the boy.
The two sat there in silence, only muffled sounds coming from other compartments and the tapping of the rain against the window cold be heard until the compartment door slid open.
There stood James' younger brother Liam and girl whom Tom had never seen before trailing close behind.
"Tom!" He squealed.
"Liam, it's good to see you." Tom said, mustering the happiest tone he had in him. Liam came over, planting himself, to Tom's dismay, rather close.
His gaze returned to the boy who sat net to him, who's name he still hadn't caught, looked rather bummed at our new company. "Qu'est-ce que tu veux?" (What do you want?) He said to the younger girl, who scoffed
"Pourquoi es-tu de retour?" (Why are you back?) He crossed his arms in a stroppy mood and looked away from the girl. I frowned at him.
"You know her?" He hummed.
"She's my sister." " The foul expression on her face told me she wasn't too fond of her older brother. "Sadly" He added to which the girl hit him over the head, hard enough to hurt.
"So..." He started. "I'm guessing you two know each other?" He assumed.
"And it doesn't look like the two of you are best friends." They both nodded in sync. Tom noticed they looked each other in some aspects. They had the same eyes. Piercing, captivating.
"We're siblings" His sister said, Liam nodding. "I'm the oldest." The boy replied with haste.
"So this is Trajan?" Liam asked to which Dove nodded.
"Shut up." She muttered. "Don't tell me to shut up, slag." She gasped, and so did Liam, although he was a lot more discreet.
"Vous dit! Tu as volé mon copain!" (Says you! You stole my boyfriend!) She said, sounding rather hurt.
"Oh je ne l'ai pas fait ! Il ne t'aimait même pas!" (Oh no I didn't. He didn't even love you!) She stood up from her chair, her hands shaking in rage.
"Pouah! Je ne peux pas croire que de tous les gens, tu es mon frère!" (Ugh! I can't believe that out of all people, you are my brother!) Slamming the compartment door shut, she let out a squeal that was, thank god, muffled by said doors.
"What was that?" Liam asked, surpressing a laugh.
"Nothing" He said, turning to face the window once again. "What time is it?" He said softly.
"Twenty past two." Liam said, his tone equally as soft. Laying his head on the window, he closed his eyes.
Tom tilted his head ever so slightly, rather amused by the tired boy. Dragging his gaze of the boy, he returned back to Liam. "Trajan's gay." Liam mouthed, a smirk making it's way onto his face. Tom peered over to the boy once again, double checking he was asleep.
"How do you know?" Tom said hesitantly, learning many things about this Trajan boy.
"I can speak French, and according to Dove, he stole her boyfriend." He whispered, wiggling his eyebrows.
"What? Really?" Tom whispered, astonished.
"Yeah, he did. And he didn't seem sorry about it." He looked over to the boy and smirked.
He's perfect.
SO WHAT DO WE THINK? I'm hyped for this. Also, I'm planning on making this a series. So someone from his bloodline would carry on the next generation, so his son, or grandson. Or even nephew. I'm not sure yet, but look forward to my next story! Your beloved author, Fran <3
Also, what do you think about the name change? Do you prefer Jacob or Trajan?
[ 2023 ]
ITS CURRENTLY 25TH FEB 2023 AND I'VE FINALLY CAME BACK TO THIS BOOK.
I didn't heavily edit this or change the plot, just changed a couple of phrases/words.
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