Adriana - The OC that started in Brothers Apart as a witch from hundreds of years in the past who saw Celeste curse an entire town (and herself). Spent her remaining years cursed to live out life at only a few inches in height, managed to help the entire town adapt and survive.
🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional?
She likes to think her decisions are logical, but ends up going with her emotions more often than not.
🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?
Generally quiet, but she's been shunned from regular society most of her life. She did come out of her shell more when people needed help, but hated how much they needed her.
She's a big fan of kids, though. She wasn't above threatening the other adults if they tried to make decisions that might put the children in danger.
🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?
Adriana is very much a planner. Unfortunately, most of her plans tend to blow up directly in her face.
I had a tough time coming up with what my knack would be if I were a BAU borrower, and I still don’t really have the specifics down for the idea I did eventually think of. I’ve always been a pretty fast learner, I pick up hobbies and skills with my hands pretty easily most of the time, so maybe my borrower knack would be something to do with that: picking up on information really quickly and retaining it well.
Like, I could peek into a room and do a quick sweep with my eyes, then pop back into hiding and still be able to know where everything is in the section of the room I could see. Or if I had a tol buddy to help me, they could flip really quickly through a book in my line of sight and I’d know every single page by the end of it (though that kind of information dump would probably give me a headache and nosebleed).
Ebby sat atop one of the posts of Kiran’s four-post bed, her little legs dangling off the ground and her gossamer wings draped gently behind her. She had a relatively large chunk of her wild pine green hair pulled across her shoulder, and her chin was tucked so that she could see it. Her little brown hands fumbled to divide it into three relatively even parts and twine them together the way Vellner had shown her.
She ended up with just a twist, and had to unravel it with a frown. Huffing, she started over, trying to remember the pattern. It had seemed so easy when he showed her- why couldn’t she remember it now?
After a few failed attempts she finally managed something she thought might be right, only to let one of the sections of hair slip through her fingers and merge with another one, ruining the whole thing.
She dropped her hands with a hiss of dismay, and in the squeaky voice of a child, declared, “Shit.”
This immediately garnered the attention of the other two in the room. Kiran turned where he sat at his desk to look up at her in shock, before turning his incredulous gaze down to where Vellner stood at the back of the desk. “Did you teach her that?” Kiran demanded.
“No!” Vellner blurted in response, unsure whether to laugh at Ebby’s blunt little swear or pretend to be offended by Kiran’s accusation. He wound up with his lips pursed from trying not to smile. “I mean, I taught her how to braid her hair, but not what to say about it.”
Kiran gave him a flat look for his troubles. “Well she had to have picked it up from someone, and it certainly wasn’t me.” An unusually sound argument.
“She could have learned it before either of us met her,” Vellner pointed out. This was mostly for the sake of riling up Kiran; Vellner was pretty sure he was to blame for any accidental swearing Ebby might have picked up. He just didn’t intend to do anything about it. “You can’t blame me for everything.”
“I can when it’s quite obviously your fault,” Kiran retorted. He reached out and poked Vellner square in the chest, making the wingless fairy sway a little and put one foot back to steady himself. “I told you to watch your language around her! She’s a child, we can’t have her going around with your unfortunate vocabulary.”
“What does it matter?” Vellner was arguing for the sake of arguing at this point, and was hard pressed not to snicker at the growing look of frustration on Kiran’s face. Even so, his mirth faded a fair amount, his terse expression quickly growing more genuine, as he pointed out, “It’s not like she ever even leaves this room. You and I are the only ones who will ever hear it. I think she ought to be able to say whatever she wants.” Child or not, Ebby had been through enough in her young life to merit a swear or two; even if it was just over the frustration of braiding her hair.
Though Kiran sighed in what seemed to be recognition of the truth, he said, “Well I won’t allow for such foul language.” Turning, he looked up to face Ebby, who was still perched on the bed post with a lock of hair held in her hand; she had been watching all this play out with wide eyes, and hadn’t dared move. “Ebby,” Kiran began, in a tone Vellner was sure the prince thought was gentle and suitable for talking to a child. Really he just sounded awkwardly full of himself. “I don’t want you using any bad words, okay? Those are for grown-ups only.”
Vellner rolled his eyes, not bothering to point out that Kiran, not being eighteen yet, didn’t count as an adult either.
Ebby, ocean-blue eyes still wide, nodded fervently. “O-okay,” she stammered out, barely a squeak. “Um, I promise, I won’t.” She bit her lip, worrying it for a brief moment as the other two looked at her, before tentatively adding, “But, um, I’m not sure if some words are bad or not… is, um, is ‘fuck’ a bad word?”
Kiran gaped at her, at a loss for words; Vellner laughed so hard he had to sit down.
The ninth commissioned pic for a future Brothers Kept fanfic by Nightmares06 and Borrowedtimeandspace called 'A Friend In Need.
Dean is having a bit of trouble climbing up to the shoulder perch that all borrowers are expected to use as a seat. Made especially difficult because Dean's got a little fear of heights.
My 6th Drawing for Nightmares06 and Borrowedtimeandspace for their wip.
Juno is very eager to meet the little one. Dean is a bit wary but ready to greet the huge shepherd. So long as Stan is holding her back and while Nate is supporting him from behind that is...
I forgot how to dog. Sorry Juno looks a bit funky!
