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The "Adopted" Sibling or Child Meme

The "Adopted" Sibling or Child Meme

They say blood is thicker than water. Family is everything. But what about the family you choose, the ones that aren't necessarily bound to you by shared blood? Sometimes, they can be closer than anyone you're just related to through chance. You chose them, after all!

This person in particular is someone you're closer to than almost anyone; it's more than friendship, it's darn near familiar. No, more than darn near, it is familial. They may be younger than you, maybe even by a considerable margin, but they may not be. They could just seem that way, in their innocence or vulnerability. You want to protect them more than anything, keep them close, and spend time with them so their life can be improved by whatever you can do.

Officially or unofficially, you've adopted them as your own. Your family, with you as an older sibling or parent figure. This could make things better for them...or worse.

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((He's already done this in his canon and he'll do it again. He'd be the adopter.))

((She can be in either role, though "home" will most likely be the Hikari Photo Studio, which travels between dimensions/alternate realities in her canon.))

[ Definitely the adopter. ]

[Technically half-brother in canon but never knew about his father's side of the family or the 'family business'.]

((very likely to be the adopter, but someone younger than adopt him as a parental figure as well.))

[Adopter or adoptee.]

[Hey Hiro, Someone heard you like soda so have a cold can of soda up against your cheek whilst you're so deep in thought or whatever it is you've been doing to cope with stuff lately.

She's not exactly big sis material, but here's Saft's first attempt. She knows it's been rough for you lately, but at least let her try and help?]

Everything okay?

[Usually pretty distant, but a nature care giver.]

((Adopter!))

[Can be adopter or adoptee (and aged down if appropriate!).]

Boo! [ GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS.

If you guessed 'time for a tiny fluffball of a child to launch herself at you from the stables', you were right and get two hundred points.

And the child herself, of course. ]

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--Konayuki! [He manages to catch her in time as she launches herself at him. Suddenly armful of bearchild???]

What are you doing?

[ She'll never stop being delighted that he's fast enough to catch her or that he's always surprised, so that armful is also giggling. ]

I'm playing, of course! Might you be finished with your work?

Yes, I have. [Cleaning around the stableyard isn't the most thrilling of work, but land this size takes a lot of upkeep.

A small smile crosses his face and he sets Konayuki back down.] What would you like to play?

[Since a few days ago, a white wolf has followed Connor. It travels not in a pack, but alone, always just barely at the edge of visibility before it dashes out of sight again. Never does it try to approach--merely watching from a distance--but it's always there.

Then one day, something changed. The wolf stopped lingering out of reach, and instead approached the man with tail wagging. In her jaws she held a freshly-caught fish, held so gently that it still gave the occasional futile flop of its tail.

A gift.]

[Ordinarily, Connor might have considered hunting a wolf with such a pure white pelt. Ordinarily -- but the more he notices the wolf following him, close but always out of sight, he begins to wonder if it is really a wolf at all, or some kind of spirit.

His wondering is at least halfway answered when the wolf approaches him one day. Cautiously, he kneels down to get a better look, but doesn't take the offering just yet.]

Are you giving this to me?

[The wolf, being a wolf, says nothing. She does, however, seem to understand Connor's words, and places the fish gently on the ground before him.

With her this close, he might notice something odd about her pure white coat if he looks carefully--swirls of red when the light hits it just right... or maybe it's just his imagination?

As if to remove any further doubt, the wolf noses the fish, pushing it toward him, and then sits, waiting.]

[Connor blinks and stares at her a moment longer, noticing those markings, and he begins to wonder if his sixth sense is interfering with his sight. Or, perhaps he really is dealing with a spirit.

He accepts the fish, and when she makes no hostile movements, he extends a hand for her to sniff.]

Thank you.

[Now, if he *did* use his eagle vision, he wouldn't just see those few streaks of red in her fur. He'd see something so blindingly white-gold and wreathed in flame that he likely wouldn't be able to look directly at her for very long. Like staring at the sun. So long as he doesn't use it, he'd just see a humble white wolf.

She wags her tail as she accepts the offer to sniff his hand, giving it a quick lick in the process. See? She's a friend.

She also happens to be a very good listener, so if he's got anything he'd like to get off his chest, just let it all out. Tell mamma your troubles.]

[She might be a listener, but Connor's not much of a talker -- at least not yet. He gives her a rub between the ears after she licks him, but not for too long. He doesn't want to show any disrespect to the spirit.]

I suppose I should build a fire to cook your gift with. You may join me, if you wish.

[Then he moves to stand, clearing a patch of ground and gathering wood he can use to kindle a fire.]

[She almost seems disappointed when he stops, huffing to express her dissatisfaction.

She follows him as he gathers wood, even grabbing a few sticks of her own in her jaws to drag back to his campsite. Occasionally she'll grab at the branches he's already carrying, wagging her tail with a smug sense of self-satisfaction as she walks with him, a stray twig clenched in her teeth. A spirit she may be, but she certainly acts like a big friendly dog.

At one point during his quest to gather firewood, she runs off, only to return a few minutes later with a bundle of freshly-dug wild onions hanging out of her mouth.]

[He's surprised to see her help, but he won't refuse it. She certainly looks pleased enough with herself that he'll let her carry on.

While she's gone, he's managed to build a fire large enough to last them a few hours, with some wood to spare. He sharpens a branch and spears the fish on it ready to cook. When the wolf returns with the onions he smiles and shakes his head, as if he still can't believe what he's seeing.]

At this rate, we will have an entire meal between us.

[Dog she may be, but she knows the fundamentals of what makes a good dish, and from her experience, onions go good with fish.

The wolf drops the greens beside the fire and flops onto the ground, watching Connor with big eyes swimming with curiosity and affection, as if looking at one of her own pups.

Or perhaps she's just staring at the fish he's got speared. The drool would certainly suggest that.]

[Connor sets the fish aside to cool a little, next moving to roast the onions, and he smiles when he notices the wolf drooling. His own stomach is growling too -- it's fortunate the fish will be large enough to feed them both.

Once the onions are roasted enough, Connor slices them up along with fish, and offers half of the portion to Amaterasu. Luckily for her he brought a spare wooden bowl to eat from. As he waits for his own food to cool, he asks,]

Do you always offer food to travellers?

[He doesn't expect an answer, but it's at least worth asking, given she can understand speech.]

[ After her family's death and fire, Alice has clammed up and hasn't really made an effort to engage with other people. It has been either someone caring for her or ending up in an asylum.

It's only after a few months and working through the trauma and healing of her burns, Alice is starting to warm back up again. She doesn't go that far from Connor, not like how she was before the fire, freely wandering off and getting into trouble. She's like a second shadow.

Strangers also frighten her now, with good reason. There's an inexplicable leg cling from Alice going into town. Of course she's terrified. ]

All the bad people live here.

[Connor had found Alice in London completely by chance. He'd crossed the Atlantic to find old family ties on his father's side of the family. What he'd inadvertently found himself with was more than he'd bargained for -- a girl orphaned from a house fire, and now wholly dependent on him.

He wasn't sure she'd trust him at first, perhaps finding him too intimidating, or too foreign, or both. But she'd taken to him quickly enough, and he in turn had become her carer and protector.

Maybe one day she'd even be well enough to make the journey back to America with him, if she wanted to, but he was taking one thing at a time.]

Not every stranger is bad. [He lays a gentle hand on her shoulder.] And even if we meet bad people, I won't let them hurt you.

[ Alice is young and sheltered enough to where these things wouldn't be an issue, not like others in English society. And because he's become her caretaker, she's too attached to him. Other adults are frightening and can hurt her; her memory is muddled from the fire and every so often, the seven year old talks about a centaur being the one responsible. Most have been quick to label that off as a delusion of a very trouble and traumatized girl.

But it's not her welfare she's concerned for, it's his. Alice is seven, but she forms close bonds, she gets protective. Physically, she's getting better -- her mind is another thing together. She is imaginative, she speaks in metaphors like any other child. Alice is tiny, her little hands pull on his freehand tighter. ]

I don't want your hurt. [ She wants to protect him, too! Then again, Alice is very eager to clamour on him, trying to hide herself. ]

[He squeezes her hand, and says with simple confidence:] No one is going to hurt me.

[He's not blatantly carrying an armoury of weapons around London the way he would have back in America, but he still has his hidden blades and other weapons stashed away in his robes. Besides, he's relatively unknown here -- even if his reputation might have reached the heart of the British Empire, it's doubtful any here would know him on sight.

As for ordinary street thugs? Not a concern at all.]

Come. We will not be here long, if you do not wish it.

[ It may be a good thing that she doesn't know this. But little Alice is more perceptive than people could ever give her credit for. Street thugs simply scare her for the fact she knows they have to be dealt with one way or the other.

How you would deal with street thugs frighten her more than anything. Alice doesn't want to see anyone forced to use violence. There's a lot of things Alice doesn't know about him, and it's a good thing. She shyly ducks her head on his side, ignoring the glaring woman that passes them.

Alice forgets to verbalize after her stint of talking like a normal child. Her words are broken and limited. She's shaking her head. ]

They look strange. [ Oh, my god, can they just be left alone? In a bit of her paranoia and fright, Alice tugs on Connor's jacket. ] Can we go?

All right. [He ignores the woman as she passes; whatever she's glaring at, he'd rather avoid attracting attention or making a scene. So nods, and leads Alice down the street in the opposite direction. Not toward home, though -- she needs to get used to being out in public again.]

Why don't we pay a visit to the park? It will be quieter there.

[A compromise between her fear of strangers and not going anywhere at all, he thinks. And the grand parks are one of the few parts of London that Connor likes, himself.]

[ It's a good thing that they have moved on; Connor may have not have done anything, but Alice certainly would have. Her traumatized mind has been warped, she is more prone to strange outbursts, of provoked.

Or if anyone were to bother Connor. Alice isn't thrilled with the idea of going to the park, she would prefer to huddle indoors, away from people. She needs to get use to people again, but this only makes her let out an unsettled noise and cling even more to him. ]

Is it a big park?

[ Big parks means that she can avoid people as much as possible. ]

[He puts his hand on her shoulder as she huddles closer to him, in an attempt to try and reassure her.]

It is. There is a large pond, too, if you wish to feed the birds.

[Connor's not even the child here and it's one of his favourite things to do in English parks. Maybe the time spent with animals might help Alice relax, as well.]

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