The Age of The Masrui

"You were too busy to pick me up because you were doing this?" Sienna frowned, pausing in the doorway. "I needed you."

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Carwyn headed out ahead of her, hailing a taxi and opening the door for her to get in first.

"No, no it's okay. I'll go somewhere else; don't want to disturb you." Sienna muttered, turning and walking out once again; slamming the door behind herself.

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"My mother raised me right." He laughed, going to the other side and getting in beside her as he told the taxi driver his address.

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"You should of woken me up, I would of came with you." Cleo whispered from where she was curled up in bed. "How did it go?"

"Mm, chivalry is based more from sexism and violence then charm." He chuckled. "I just prefer the term manners, personally."

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"I have been called it many times by my mother," He chuckled. "What're your family like? Close to them all?"

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"I'm going somewhere else! I want to get drunk, sure Grayson will get drunk with me." Sienna called back, screaming in surprise when Dorian caught her around the waist.

"Woah See, just me. Chill out..." Dorian frowned. "Whats going on?"

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"Of course beyond the timescale, your amazing." She hummed, closing her eyes at his touch. "Come and lay with me?"

"Well that isn't fair is it, Sienna?" Dorian frowned. "What is going on that you are here and not at home?"

"I hate them! I hate them, I told them I loved him and they went and acted like I didn't know my own feelings. Made me out to be crazy like everyone always does! Also had a fucking melt down when ai told them I didn't want to celebrate a person dying! I hate them, they don't care about what I think, what I have to say!"

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"Oh, I'm sorry. It's hard, right? I am the youngest out of all my siblings, and thus the only one not to know my father. Weird grieving over someone you don't even know."

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"Tired... feel like I'm bleeding out everywhere every time I move."

"Mhm, for two days... any longer than that it has to be checked out." She whispered, resting her head against his chest gently.

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"I am! I must be, your the only one who thinks I'm not!" She sobbed then. "I don't want this anymore, I don't want any of this anymore. Just want it all to be over."

"Hey, no.. no talking like that."

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"Mm, no one but people who have also felt it." He offered an empathetic smile then.

"Ah, well then kindred spirit; it is a good thing we bumped into each other tonight. How many brothers do you have?"

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"No, no.. just hug me." Cleo whispered.

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"I don-" Sienna began, sighing when Dorian gently pushed her into the house.

"Four brothers, three sisters - I am the youngest." He chuckled. "Huge family, massive. I don't know how my mother managed with us all honestly, she's a Saint."

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"Are you okay? Other than the physio stuff... I - do you miss your mom?"

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"Kidnapped privleges have worn off." Sienna sighed.

"Not perfect, no ones is but I had everything I needed. We were comfortable, and we were all close."

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"I don't want that.. I just don't want her at my throat constantly." Cleo whispered with a frown. "Don't want to come between you and your family, Rhys."

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"What about disagreeing with me not wanting to celebrate someone dying? What about completely dismissing all of my feelings?"

"Just don't take it to heart, See." Dorian sighed. "They're protective of you, that's all."

"They can feel whatever they want but they acted like my opinon didn't matter. I'm not them, I don't dictate how other people should feel."

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"We left the house, you didn't disown her. It- It's okay, Rhys. You don't have to cut her off for me."

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"I have no complaints," He chuckled, getting out when they pulled up at a detached house just on the outskirts of the city. Walking around and holding the door open for her.

"They can feel whatever they want but they acted like my opinon didn't matter. I'm not them, I don't dictate how other people should feel."

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"We left the house, you didn't disown her. It- It's okay, Rhys. You don't have to cut her off for me."

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"I have no complaints," He chuckled, getting out when they pulled up at a detached house just on the outskirts of the city. Walking around and holding the door open for her.

"You do care don't you? Come on, it's okay. I'm telling you it's okay."

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"If it smells I apologise, Roxie has separation anxiety." He chuckled, walking to the house and unlocking the door. Heading in ahead of her to quell the actions of a hyper active toy chihuahua as it ran over and jumped up at his legs.  The house itself minimalist; only the basics in terms of furniture and appliances and a couple of shiny wall decorations.

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"I don't care. They are in the wrong; if you aren't going to be on my side then I am leaving."

"Grayson's. At least he'll get drunk with me, and he is disappearing soon; going travelling so... not much time left to do it."

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"I care that you miss her..."

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"The little demon, yes." He laughed, leaning down to scoop the tan dog up into his arms and turn to face her. "Serena, meet Roxie. Roxie, play nice."