The Umbra Family

Seems October was back again, mostly just probably to check on Tex. Considering well- it wasn't safe to go back to Texas just yet, thankfully she didn't mind just patiently checking on her boy.

October what a pleasant surprise, do come in.

Thank you, Damien. I came to check on Tex, is he doing alright? Not getting into trouble?

No, he is a very well mannered boy. How are you fairing? Are you alright?

I’m… alright. Managing and tryin’ to find the rest of the family, hopefully it isn’t just me n’ Tex.

If you need any help, October, the Order and I can help with the search, you do not have to do it alone.

No, I will not drag another into this. … You’ve already done enough for me keeping Tex safe.

Seems October was back again, mostly just probably to check on Tex. Considering well- it wasn't safe to go back to Texas just yet, thankfully she didn't mind just patiently checking on her boy.

October what a pleasant surprise, do come in.

Thank you, Damien. I came to check on Tex, is he doing alright? Not getting into trouble?

No, he is a very well mannered boy. How are you fairing? Are you alright?

I’m… alright. Managing and tryin’ to find the rest of the family, hopefully it isn’t just me n’ Tex.

Seems October was back again, mostly just probably to check on Tex. Considering well- it wasn't safe to go back to Texas just yet, thankfully she didn't mind just patiently checking on her boy.

October what a pleasant surprise, do come in.

Thank you, Damien. I came to check on Tex, is he doing alright? Not getting into trouble?

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SWEETS! Are you okay?!

-Tex

Imma kill 'em! I'm not Chucky!

.. I’ll help ya Sweets, just don’t let m’ parents know. Ain’t no one allowed to pick on MY friend.

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Secrets safe with me! Here's a knife, Tex. Don't cut yourself, okay?

I won’t Sweets, I’ll be alright. Now let’s find that bully!

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SWEETS! Are you okay?!

-Tex

Imma kill 'em! I'm not Chucky!

.. I’ll help ya Sweets, just don’t let m’ parents know. Ain’t no one allowed to pick on MY friend.

((Starter for @bubbas-chainsaw)) Her long blonde hair was pulled back and braided, slung over one of her shoulders as she sat on the front porch. Her familiar black hat shaded and covered part of her face, carefully strumming the strings against her guitar. Tex was settled down against her side, partially asleep despite the bright afternoon sun. Deep red flannel a bit torn but rolled up sleeves clung to her back, the soft wind breezing the area was helping keep the both of them cool.

The more time she and Bubba spent together, it was genuinely making her feel that even with the hell that was the shifting… the hunters that still tracked their family, that she was worth it. That she was wanted, loved… something she had missed when she had given born to Tex. She was so close… so close to being thrown out of the house when that had happened, and now he was one of the two best things in her life.

Movement caught her attention in the treeline, carefully stopping her soft strumming of the old instrument and moving it out of her lap. October cast a soft glance towards Texas as he slipped off her shoulder and onto her lap, still rather asleep even after all that. A soft chuckle slipped from her as she moved and gently picked up Tex, holding onto him as she stood to put him instead on one of the shaded recliners on the porch.

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The same wind ruffled the wild hair of Jedidiah, sticking out around his mask. Bubba, as he was most often called, hadn’t been so proud of himself in years–with Choptop’s help, he’d planned out a little date to surprise October with. He’d packed them a little picnic of pulled “pork” sandwiches, while Choptop had snuck into the liquor cabinet while Drayton was out. All of it was packed up in a large basket, along with a blanket to sit on. Trying not to jostle it much, Bubba was nearly through the wooded path.

A soft strumming of a guitar pulled him from his thoughts. Following the sound lead him to his destination; he stepped out of the treeline, waving at the two on the porch. There was a vocalization of greeting, but he tried not to wake Tex. They looked so peaceful, on the porch.

Approaching the porch, Bubba smiled at her through his Pretty Lady mask. It had taken forever to decide on his outfit and makeup–not that he had a lot of options. His dinner suit was ultimately selected, and makeup touched up beforehand. But looking up at October on the porch, nothing could match her natural beauty. Glad she couldn’t see him blushing, he offered a hand out.

“Howdy there Bubba…” October’s voice was quiet as she gently placed Tex on the old rocker, grabbing the worn blanket and covering him partially with it. Though as she turned to face the other, she saw a hand held out to her which made a soft chuckle slip from her. Her hand gently grasped his as she made her way down the steps carefully, maintaining that gentle smile.

“You look great today, love.” She hummed out gently as she took a moment to lean up and press a soft kiss against his cheek- at least the cheek of the mask. God she was thankful for him, there was nothing in the world that would change how she felt about him.

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Oh God, his neck was getting red now, through the split in his mask. He mumbled something that almost sounded like thank you, then furrowed his brow beneath the leather and took his hand back. The picnic basket was placed on the ground behind him, as if still believing it had been kept secret. Though it was halting and clumsy, he signed out, “You… Look… Beautiful.” He’d been practicing that for a week.

Taking her hand in his again, Bubba squeezed gently. After turning to pick up the basket, he held it out for her to see. Another gentle tug came; follow me.

October was taken through the woods. At first along the path, and then on a side trail. Though narrow, this path had clearly been walked before. Bubba had been through here many times.

After about ten minutes of walking, the trail finally opened up to a clearing. Sunlight shone down on most the clearing, but a good amount of shade was provided by a tree. The most notable was the twisted oak tree; surely a hundred years old, Bubba thought.

As they entered the clearing, Bubba stood aside for her to see. He truly was afraid October wouldn’t like it–was it too hot out? Were there bugs? As his thoughts spiraled, Bubba found himself holding tightly to the bottom of his jacket.

A soft and impressed expression appeared on her face when she saw him sign back, watching him show her the basket before she was gently tugged to follow him. After taking a final glance back towards Tex, she focused her attention solely on Bubba for now- he should be fine with his aunts and uncles, her siblings. Pa shouldn’t be back for awhile... not after the talking to she had to have with the older male.

She gladly let herself be lead along this path, one she hadn’t seen before no matter how many times she either stalked the woods in her beastial form or in her human form. Her eyes wandered carefully before spotting the oak tree and the clearing, to which she took a deep breath of the fresh air. Her eyes closed for a moment as she took it mostly the sounds and smells for a moment, before her eyes opened once more to take in the sights.

“.. This place is absolutely beautiful, Bubba... A wonderful choice for us to be sittin’ together. Perfect shadey place.” October spoke up as she finally glanced back towards Bubba, gently squeezing his hand with her own and offering a sweet smile. She absolutely loved it.

((Starter for @bubbas-chainsaw)) Her long blonde hair was pulled back and braided, slung over one of her shoulders as she sat on the front porch. Her familiar black hat shaded and covered part of her face, carefully strumming the strings against her guitar. Tex was settled down against her side, partially asleep despite the bright afternoon sun. Deep red flannel a bit torn but rolled up sleeves clung to her back, the soft wind breezing the area was helping keep the both of them cool.

The more time she and Bubba spent together, it was genuinely making her feel that even with the hell that was the shifting… the hunters that still tracked their family, that she was worth it. That she was wanted, loved… something she had missed when she had given born to Tex. She was so close… so close to being thrown out of the house when that had happened, and now he was one of the two best things in her life.

Movement caught her attention in the treeline, carefully stopping her soft strumming of the old instrument and moving it out of her lap. October cast a soft glance towards Texas as he slipped off her shoulder and onto her lap, still rather asleep even after all that. A soft chuckle slipped from her as she moved and gently picked up Tex, holding onto him as she stood to put him instead on one of the shaded recliners on the porch.

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The same wind ruffled the wild hair of Jedidiah, sticking out around his mask. Bubba, as he was most often called, hadn’t been so proud of himself in years–with Choptop’s help, he’d planned out a little date to surprise October with. He’d packed them a little picnic of pulled “pork” sandwiches, while Choptop had snuck into the liquor cabinet while Drayton was out. All of it was packed up in a large basket, along with a blanket to sit on. Trying not to jostle it much, Bubba was nearly through the wooded path.

A soft strumming of a guitar pulled him from his thoughts. Following the sound lead him to his destination; he stepped out of the treeline, waving at the two on the porch. There was a vocalization of greeting, but he tried not to wake Tex. They looked so peaceful, on the porch.

Approaching the porch, Bubba smiled at her through his Pretty Lady mask. It had taken forever to decide on his outfit and makeup–not that he had a lot of options. His dinner suit was ultimately selected, and makeup touched up beforehand. But looking up at October on the porch, nothing could match her natural beauty. Glad she couldn’t see him blushing, he offered a hand out.

“Howdy there Bubba...” October’s voice was quiet as she gently placed Tex on the old rocker, grabbing the worn blanket and covering him partially with it. Though as she turned to face the other, she saw a hand held out to her which made a soft chuckle slip from her. Her hand gently grasped his as she made her way down the steps carefully, maintaining that gentle smile.

“You look great today, love.” She hummed out gently as she took a moment to lean up and press a soft kiss against his cheek- at least the cheek of the mask. God she was thankful for him, there was nothing in the world that would change how she felt about him.

"HEY DAD! CAN I GO VISIT THE MINES?" Seems Tex is at it again.

Dad?

Poor Tex was about to come inside from being dropped off, eyes wide. “Oh shi-” He cut himself off and scrambled inside.

Did you just refer to me as your father, Tex?

“… Maybe? I’m sorry but you’re one of the only father figures I got and you took care of me while momma got here-“

Damien hugs the boy.

It is alright, I am just surprised Tex. You are not in trouble for it, alright?

Tex quickly hugs back and shakes his head, looking up at him.

“Momma even said it’s alright- I told her first.”

Okay then. Nothing to worry about.

He ruffles the boys hair fondly.

“You don’t… mind, do you?”

He tilts his head up at him.

No. I remember what it was like to want a father at your age. I am honored you think I'm suitable.

“Suitable? No no… more than suitable!”

Tex squeezes him gently before letting go with a smile.

“You are to me!”

"HEY DAD! CAN I GO VISIT THE MINES?" Seems Tex is at it again.

Dad?

Poor Tex was about to come inside from being dropped off, eyes wide. “Oh shi-” He cut himself off and scrambled inside.

Did you just refer to me as your father, Tex?

“… Maybe? I’m sorry but you’re one of the only father figures I got and you took care of me while momma got here-“

Damien hugs the boy.

It is alright, I am just surprised Tex. You are not in trouble for it, alright?

Tex quickly hugs back and shakes his head, looking up at him.

“Momma even said it’s alright- I told her first.”

Okay then. Nothing to worry about.

He ruffles the boys hair fondly.

“You don’t… mind, do you?”

He tilts his head up at him.

"HEY DAD! CAN I GO VISIT THE MINES?" Seems Tex is at it again.

Dad?

Poor Tex was about to come inside from being dropped off, eyes wide. “Oh shi-” He cut himself off and scrambled inside.

Did you just refer to me as your father, Tex?

“… Maybe? I’m sorry but you’re one of the only father figures I got and you took care of me while momma got here-“

Damien hugs the boy.

It is alright, I am just surprised Tex. You are not in trouble for it, alright?

Tex quickly hugs back and shakes his head, looking up at him.

“Momma even said it’s alright- I told her first.”

"HEY DAD! CAN I GO VISIT THE MINES?" Seems Tex is at it again.

Dad?

Poor Tex was about to come inside from being dropped off, eyes wide. “Oh shi-” He cut himself off and scrambled inside.

Did you just refer to me as your father, Tex?

“… Maybe? I’m sorry but you’re one of the only father figures I got and you took care of me while momma got here-“

"HEY DAD! CAN I GO VISIT THE MINES?" Seems Tex is at it again.

Dad?

Poor Tex was about to come inside from being dropped off, eyes wide. “Oh shi-” He cut himself off and scrambled inside.

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-drops off one last child-

Meet Texas. The son of a demon and of a shapeshifter of sorts.

Prepare to have your night fucked.

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No. No children. The mine is closed. Goodbye.

... Alright. I’ll go home. But!

Texas reaches into his pocket and pulls out a non-broken geode, setting it down.

It’s from Texas, Beaumont, should have some celestite.

And! Here’s some amber, found on my family’s farm.. Sorry you’ve been stressed out so much Mr. Miner.

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Those are very cool thank you, please be safe, watch out for salt.

I’ll leave ya be, but try to have a good day, sir!

Tex leaves to go home, being the one good child of the day.

the-miner-speaks

-drops off one last child-

Meet Texas. The son of a demon and of a shapeshifter of sorts.

Prepare to have your night fucked.

@umbrafarmsteadspeaks )

No. No children. The mine is closed. Goodbye.

... Alright. I’ll go home. But!

Texas reaches into his pocket and pulls out a non-broken geode, setting it down.

It’s from Texas, Beaumont, should have some celestite.

And! Here’s some amber, found on my family’s farm.. Sorry you’ve been stressed out so much Mr. Miner.

((Starter for @bubbas-chainsaw)) Her long blonde hair was pulled back and braided, slung over one of her shoulders as she sat on the front porch. Her familiar black hat shaded and covered part of her face, carefully strumming the strings against her guitar. Tex was settled down against her side, partially asleep despite the bright afternoon sun. Deep red flannel a bit torn but rolled up sleeves clung to her back, the soft wind breezing the area was helping keep the both of them cool.

The more time she and Bubba spent together, it was genuinely making her feel that even with the hell that was the shifting... the hunters that still tracked their family, that she was worth it. That she was wanted, loved... something she had missed when she had given born to Tex. She was so close... so close to being thrown out of the house when that had happened, and now he was one of the two best things in her life.

Movement caught her attention in the treeline, carefully stopping her soft strumming of the old instrument and moving it out of her lap. October cast a soft glance towards Texas as he slipped off her shoulder and onto her lap, still rather asleep even after all that. A soft chuckle slipped from her as she moved and gently picked up Tex, holding onto him as she stood to put him instead on one of the shaded recliners on the porch.

A familiar woman to Bubba would soon be at the door, softly knocking against it with a small bag slung across her shoulder. "Hey y'all, I'm a friend! I came to see Bubs!" She called out, her eyes wandering for a moment before settling on the door again.

(@umbrafarmsteadspeaks for ya)

Drayton looks her up and down “didn’t think bubba got any friends. Eh, he’s in the back. Last door on the left.” He steps aside. Bubba’s wailing can be heard from the back rooms

“Well... ya could call me a witch.” October huffed in a low manner before heading inside, carefully fixing her bag. Making her way back towards the back room, she did briefly stop and knocked on the door that Drayton said was his.

Bubba is very confused. His family doesn’t knock. He wraps his face up in some random cloth he finds and opens the door. “Hi-“ he signs

“Hey Bubs, do ya remember me? The stranger from awhile ago?” October had a gentle gaze, but her gaze wasn’t looking up- it was down. She wasn’t sure if he had his mask or not, so bein’ polite is what she knew.

“The one who popped into my room? Oh yeah I remember you! I have something on my face you can look at me.” When her gave shifts his face is wrapped in a towel. He smiles softly from under it, it was more obvious in his eyes

She carefully raised her gaze up and offered a soft smile, “Hey there, mind if I come in? I got a couple things for ya.” She motioned to the bag on her side, hoping he wouldn’t mind.

She steps aside to let her in. His room wasn’t messy but it was cluttered, the floor was carpet and had one or two blood stains, the bed was covered in clothes and a million pillows, the walls were covered, only one spot was bare and it was the spot about his bed headrest.

Gladly she took the step inside, soon slipping the bag off of her shoulders before taking a deep breath in order to think. She could understand clutter... she had seven siblings and a son back home, it was chaotic there too. “Ya lose your masks, hun?” October glanced over her shoulder towards Bubba, tilting her head a bit.

A low whine exits his throat, he nods yes and stands beside her. He pushes some things out of the way for her