Bran David

Bran was happy. Bran was quiet by nature. Bran wrote, Bran took pictures, and Bran, really, quietly, closed his journal. If anyone needed him, he was there. But it was time, for him, to forget the magic.

Freak Nation was amazing. Tara and Emily had a fabulous time and I had to peel them off the ceiling because they were so gleeful.

( Karr )

( Alden )

Okay. Anyone need me for anything before I disappear into my computer?


( Karr )

Tomorrow was Friday and for Bran and Karr that was date night. That was their weekly attempt to make their marriage work.

It was working more now.

They had Tara. They had their dogs. Their jobs they loved. They had a home. They had two cars and a mortgage and a truly silly amount of computers.

Bran had Karr's soft brown hair tickling his nose when he wrapped around Karr in their sleep, inhaling the metal and plastic smell of computers and the faintly metallic scent that was Karr's alone.

It was a quiet life. It was a simple life. There weren't rolling hills and glistening lakes filled with old magic. There wasn't no magic boy this life. There was just the clockwork boy who's heart beat lulled Bran to sleep each night.

Fireworks tomorrow. I wish I didn't keep forgetting this holiday.

( Karr )

Was it this hot last year?

Off to Orlando for the weekend. I have my cellphone if anyone needs us.

Content.

Of course, I'm still trying to find a way to keep the pinks...pink in camo.

That's just so wrong.

( Karr )

( Alanna )

Bran woke up on the boat. He had a moment of dissonance before mumbling to himself, rolling over into the empty, wide expanse of his bed.

( Private )

( Poole )

Are we taking bets on tomorrow?

Bran was on the couch, sandwiched on either side by two dogs. He had a notebook on his lap and a pen in his hand as well as one behind his ear.

He was thinking.

He was planning.

He was trying, and sometimes, for Brandon Davies, that was the most important part. He was making notes, plans.

He'd realized, today, and only today, that really, he and Karr had started dating over a year ago.

A year.

It wasn't that long a time, not really. Not to be married, raising a child, have a home, pets.

A year ago, Karr hadn't been able to legally drink.

Now he was.

So Bran made plans. It wasn't complicated, it wasn't overly stressed.

But it was a plan for every Friday night until June, drawn up on a little calendar. Where Tara would be, which friend she'd be spending the night with, whether Cassidy had her, or Karr's parents did. Where Bran and Karr would be. Dinner, dancing, racing, roller coasters and romantic weekends. He had it planned out and listed, reservations made. He'd present it new each weekend and never really admit that he had it all planned out. Bran was good at planning.

Happy seventh.

( Karr )

Dyeing eggs and eating chocolate hares.

Yes. So very much a Christian nation. I can see it. Somewhere. Squinty eyed.

Tara's doing some sort of Science Olympiad. She's excited about it. I don't know what it is.

( Karr )

( Private )

Did anyone else get weird messages this morning?