Jamesoncastello:

jamesoncastello‌:

     “Yeah… look, man,” Jaime took in a deep breath, trying to make sense of the confusing information he was being fed. Lying wasn’t something that his- their mother was a stranger too, but Jaime wasn’t sure if he was ready to believe something so terrible about her. All the things he had forgiven… Jameson was terrified this could be something he wouldn’t be able to accept. For the moment, he compartmentalized that, storing it for later analysis. “It’s not her who is here. It’s me. She doesn’t matter, man.” 

   He was maybe a bit too desperate in his approach. It was clear very quickly to the artist that his brother was falling apart at the seams. As Aiden continued talking, Jaime felt himself switching off emotionally more and more. The same thing happened when Brook died, after the funeral. Mostly when he went back to dating, started to look at people again with interest. Whenever something did stick, he felt detached, removed. Unable to be objective and feel open to everything. 

   Jaime was shutting down, as Aiden blocked him out. His expression was hard now, tears stinging in his own eyes. What could he even do now? Priscilla, of course, had kept the biggest details hidden from him, and now he was in the role of the asshole for just showing up. He had a job here now; a roommate, possibly, if he really did take Sirena up on it. 

    “Yeah, I still hear her voice. Okay? Sorry. I’m sorry it was me, alone, who had to drag her to the bathroom when I was 7, or call 911 like, five times. I’m sorry it was me, alone, who had to hold the door shut when another one of her useless boyfriends tried to break in. Look, I’m sorry-” Jaime stopped short, realizing his voice had raised and he was now yelling. This had gone poorly. He stood quickly, body stiff from the cold and squished position he sat in, tense from the stress. Every bad moment with Priscilla, and there were many, had been yanked up from the depths of his heart. It wasn’t Aiden’s fault, but it wasn’t his, either. “We could be family. You know that. That’s - that’s how. You’re family. I found you because that’s… what I thought we were.” 

Aiden understood that it was his biological half-brother who took the step to meet him. He processed most of the things that the brunette was saying. Looking in the mirror, he wasn’t sure if they had any similar physical qualities. The only thing in common was half their blood, but even then, Aiden was still unsure. He took it for what it was, but still was hesitant to accept a human being into his life as family. “I understand that - but she does matter, she wrote my whole life story, my childhood, even now,” Aiden admitted something he never thought he did.

“I understand that you were the one who came to look for me, but how can I not think of her when I see you? You are a reminder that she chose you and left me behind. It’s really nothing against you. I’m just mad at her,” refusing to mention Priscilla’s name. It took Aiden a long time to get close to people again after the incident and after he moved to Wilmington. He had his own family now, his chosen family. He couldn’t understand why someone would travel all the way to Wilmington to meet him when it seemed that the other’s life wasn’t exactly in the best shape.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that,” Aiden sincerely apologized, not entirely sure how to be empathetic about the situation. Up until he was five, Aiden had the most ideal family situation. He knew how much his parents loved him and he saw it as a blessing. “I just feel unwanted,” Aiden never thought he would use that word. It was something he refused to believe, but in this moment, it was the only word that could come to mind. “I get that you want to meet me and that you want to be family, but it isn’t that easy for me. I’ve had my trust broken by your mother. I’ve been abandoned time and time again. It took me a long time to trust the people in my life. I just don’t think it’s realistic for someone to enter my life and expect for me to welcome them with open arms. We haven’t battled the same war, but we’ve both fought hards in our own respective lives. I appreciate you coming here and meeting me. It’s nice to know that deep in this universe, I have a biological relative who cared enough to make the effort. I wish I could give you what you want to hear, that I see you as family, but the truth is, I can’t accept it that way. My perception of family is different. I need time, to process this, to deal with all this. I just need to know how on Earth you found me because I have a very common name.”

WHO: Aiden & @emmycahill​ WHERE: Emmy’s house  WHEN: January 26th, nighttime 

Since the time that Emmy had suddenly stopped by Aiden’s place with a hand full of Meg Ryan DVDs, the pair have spent more time together, whether it was Aiden coming over to hang out or Emmy coming to take his dogs on a walk. Aiden felt good about this friendship. He was grateful that he had another girl he could be close to after all this time outside of Abby, of course. Emmy felt like a sister, a confidant, and someone Aiden could see himself being friends with for years to come.

Aiden had become used to popping over to Emmy’s house unannounced, whether it was to spend time with her, Grayson, or Winnie. Today was nothing out of the ordinary as Aiden got into his car and drove the route that he had already memorized in his head after a few times of heading over. It felt like a second home, filled with a bunch of people he loved and he only had good memories there. 

As Aiden approached the house, he slowed down, parking on the curb in his usual spot and getting out. Eager to see Emmy, Aiden quickly went up the driveway to the door and knocked on it, something he usually didn’t do, but he figured he’d be polite this time. “Emmy! You home?”

tweetiebirdie‌:

Status: open to all @wilmingtonstarters​ Location: Mystique Boutique (Birdie’s store)

   A week into 2020, and Birdie had never felt more exhausted. Now the only owner of the boutique, it’d been almost 2 weeks since they’d gotten the day off… and as much as they loved their shop, the smell of sage was getting old. They leaned against the front counter casually, flipping through an application that had been dropped off earlier absently, when the door chime caught Birdie’s attention. “Hey, good afternoon. Just stopping in, or looking for anything specific?” 

Aiden had decided that 2020 would be the year that he became more open minded. The whole new year, new me philosophy was working it’s way when Aiden was strolling along a couple businesses and saw one that he had seen before, but never thought to go inside. As he plopped in, he was greeted by an unfamiliar face. His eyes quickly observed what there was to offer and everything seemed so unfamiliar to him. “I’m just stopping in,” he responded quickly. “What’s this store all about? I haven’t been in here before,” hoping that the store associate could help Aiden.

TEXT → GRAYGRAY

Aiden: You won't believe what the fuck I've gone through the past couple of weeks dude

TEXT → GRAYGRAY

Gray: dude i thought you died...

Gray: you good?

Aiden: I might as well have

Aiden: I'm not one to ditch town *cough cough* but I'm highly considering it right now

priorsmicah‌:

Micah was afraid of very few things, but bees were one of them. She was ridiculously still, her eyes on the stranger as he assured her the bee wasn’t actually touching her. “That’s a relief,” she said, even though she didn’t move an inch. “I guess we can do that. I’m Micah. I’d shake your hand, but you know… Can’t move out of fear of getting murdered by a yellow bug.”

Aiden closely examined the bee, waiting for the bug to finally leave the two of them alone so that they could finally enjoy their meal. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Micah. Cool name you got there,” he smiled. “Yeah, it’s okay, we can just virtually shake hands or something,” he joked. “So, what did you order? Your food looks equally delicious as mine,” he took a sip of water slowly, hoping to not alert the bee.