Aberration | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡; 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜

When the snow sticked both the twins had feared for what always came, for what the two experienced together during that time of their seventh christmas.

But now with nothing ahead they now tend to enjoy such things as this sort of holiday allowing their aunts and uncles, their grandparents, their parents to spoil the hell out of them. To indulge in buying so many gifts when all was essential was some clothing and resources that comes with being part if not mostly human.

Now with a new generation of Cullen the six of them went to extreme measures. The house littered top to bottom with a bunch of decorations that flushed the house with the jolly Christmas holiday. Presents seen under the Christmas tree even outside of it, the stocking as well filled to the brim with things.

The house grew brighter, warmer as Rosalice notes when entering her home dusting off the already melting snow. Her childhood home with cranked heat—an endless supply of money allowing them to do so.

Soren stripped himself of his big puffy jacket that his mother had bought him during his first snowball fight. A fight he reluctantly joined. Instantly upon entering the home of his great aunts and uncles, his great grandparents he went up to the small pot of growing plant displayed on a bookshelf littered with nothing meaningful besides some valuable antiques. Inspecting it closely, making sure it was healthy and thriving.

The other four children all rushed into the house, running up the stairs to go see their relatives. All too skittish and happy to see them. Even if the four had come to spend the night just a week ago.

Rosalice could hear as her aunts spoke to the four buzzing children, as her sister entered the home with her daughter who found herself around the house on her own. Following the screams of booming voices.

Renee spoke first, spoke ever so softly, ever so quietly, "Is he okay?"

Rosalice slowly nods, staring at her youngest that refused to speak, that grew afraid of his own voice. "He's fine. Just tending to the plants." His own thoughts circled around that one thing. His one best friend that could never be convinced by a simple demand. A green friend that allowed him to express what he truly thought when only by himself. The plants are his true friend. The plants are the only thing that he could ever fully allow to see the full of him, voice and all for they never judged what he accidentally said.

"Does he need a room here?" Renee asks, crossing her arms.

Rosalice shakes her head. Observing as her son nodded his head, happy that the plant was being taken care of before skittering up the stairs of the Cullen home. A home that his own mother had come to live in for some time. A home that his own grandmother found herself in when being introduced to each and every family member. "He'll be fine, we are staying for a couple of hours."

Renee nods, the two twins following after the youngest Cullen-Mikealson to be born, going deeper into a home that had become a sanctuary for all. For them.

[Time Skip]

Flashing of a camera surrounds the room making a couple blink. Alice smiles widely as she stares at each and every child around, camera in hand taking photos upon photos revealing memories of moments that will be engraved into their brain.

Sitting side by side after engulfing food. They all sat together writing little promises, wishes to have in the new year. A tradition Rosalice never thought of burning out. A tradition that Rosalice would allow to continue far after the Mikealson reign. It was a family tradition, Kol's favorite holiday. What was she to do if she wiped out the Mikealson culture, what allowed them to be tied to as a family. What was she to do if she denied that part of their biological heritage. She wouldn't have allowed anyone to wipe her children's mind of what her family had always done during a thunderstorm, what her family had done when playing games.

All the Mikealson children with an added Sarah with their notes of wishes they stood by the roaring dancing fire that only sung in the chimney. Salem was the first to be up, staring at the folded paper in hand. A wish he had wished every year. He raises his hand towards the almost licking flames tossing it into the hunger of a beast. Sage was up next repeating the same actions as her brother. Only she was not hesitant placing the paper into the fire as quickly as possible. Sierra and Sarah conjoined at the hip tossed theres in as well. As for Soren, he stood there for a moment longer than normal, stood there staring as the fire begged for more fuel.

Rosalice stood side by side with her son. Her paper in hand. A wish, a wish she had come to make and wanted it to happen, badly. To reunite my family. Was it. "What's wrong baby?" She asks worriedly.

Looking up at his mother, staring into the eyes he had grown to familiarize and know his entire life. The first pair of eyes that he stared into. Eyes of melted gold that told him nothing but the truth yet her tongue held a sarcasm like a deadly weapon.

He thought to her, Will I ever not be afraid of my own voice?

Her heart strings tugged harshly, sending sharp pains throughout her body that it was left aching once more. Shoving the feeling she had come to numb. She kneels down to her son's height looking into his eyes of hazel that matched his father. That made her mind scream for him and want him. Waving it completely off numbing it. She answers within the third heartbeat, "One day you will overcome your gift and be able to talk without the fear of compelling someone." She had that hope that all mother's had in their eyes; hope that their child would do and be anything they wanted to be to overcome their struggles and finally be at peace.

Soren couldn't help but to ask, Did you have trouble using your gift?

Nodding along, Rosalice smiles sheepishly as those memories present themselves. "Of course I had trouble using my gifts. When I first started to read minds there was no switch to turn it on and off like I do now. Sometimes it happens. Sometimes I forget I can switch it off." She then brings up the other gift, one she had barely used throughout the years. "And my invisibility I could only turn my hands and feet invisible. And when I did turn fully invisible I couldn't turn myself back to visible. But our cousin Kate taught me to turn me fully invisible."

Slipping her hands onto her son's shoulders, squeezing them affectionately, "You will overcome this like I did with mine. It'll take time but you will be able to talk."

Soren lips quirk up into a small smile. When I do say my first words... I want you to hear it first. He promised to himself. To her. For the world to never hear but between them.

Rosalice smiles widely, "Can't wait, my little Ivy."