— learned any and everything that he ever wanted. Damien Wheeler was his pride and joy, and his freetime revolved around spending time with the boy. They did whatever he wanted, went wherever he wanted. Michael let go of his responsibilities whenever he —

— was with his youngest brother and forgot all his stress and worries. The boy was a lifesaver, and he kept Michael grounded. The power the older raven haired male possessed was all forgotten the moment the little boy came into the room. Never in a million —

— years did he ever imagine someone ever meaning as much to him as the boy did, but Damien meant everything, and if anything ever happened to the boy, it would destroy Michael. Sure, he loved and enjoyed his other siblings, but they weren’t as close to him —

— as Damien was, and they wanted him to leave them alone. Michael needed Damien just as much as Damien needed him. Rubbing his temples as he leaned back in the chair with a sigh, he needed sleep before the sun came up or he wouldn’t sleep. He’d been —

— running on only an hour of sleep the past week, and it was destroying him. Meetings after meetings, riots after riots, death after death from the war were falling at his doorstep, and he had to weed through it all. It was honestly a miracle that the man —

— was able to even function still.

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“Elizabeth, we can not disown him. Mother and father didn’t disown you, did they?”

“Do you know how many times I tried to get them to?”

“No, I do not understand the pain, Elizabeth. I’m quite fond of our little brother.”

“Are you referring to his thoughts about you being a witch? I, too, have questioned it before.”

“Silly girl, that’s only how witches in the stories look. /Real/ witches blend, and they look like you and I, Elizabeth. How do I know you aren’t one of them?”

“I’d much rather not see that sight, and besides, they’ve tested that theory. Apparently witches have evolved. Water no longer affects them.”

“We could set fire to your dress to see if you put it out. That could be a test.”

“I pay for all of your gowns any way, my dear sister.”

“Bless you.”

“You’re not dying. Stop being such a hypochondriac.”