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 Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 6:52 pm
Helenus and Helenus's File
This is the file of Helenus and Cassandra, the twins of Ariadne. They are the creative and mental property of Mors the Meticulos. You can not purchase, or bribe your way into ownership of ether, or both, twins. If you wish to purchase your own set of twins visit Double Trouble. Helenus's Information
Full Name:Helenus Alexander Fabian
Gender: Male
Power: Prophecy with an emphasis on natural happenings-- like rain, etc.
Relationship with Twin: N/A
Favorite Family Member: N/A
Least Favorite Family Member: N/A
Best Friend: N/A
Worst Enemy: N/A
Love Interest: N/A
Cassandra's Information
Full Name: Cassandra Andromache Fabian
Gender: Female
Power: Prophecy with an emphasis on human behavior, usually in 'aggressive' areas.
Relationship with Twin: N/A
Favorite Family Member: N/A
Least Favorite Family Member: N/A
Best Friend: N/A
Worst Enemy: N/A
Love Interest: N/A
Shared Information
Date of Birth: December 14th, 2007
Species: Half eckrinel, half human
Parents: Ariadne Fabian
Stage: Baby/Toddler
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 4:15 pm
Directory
P1. Basic Overview
P2. Directory
P3. Photo Journal
P4. Brief Profiles
P5. Events
P6. Notes
P7. Notes
P8. Notes
P9. Notes
P10. Notes
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 4:29 pm
Photo Journal
(An ordinary photo album filled with pictures, many with writing in Ariadne's clear hand and the obviously left-handed writing of Lex.)
A picture Lex took of me shortly after I came to him.
Ariadne- Sept. 21, 11 yrs.
A pregnancy snap-shot. My belly is getting big!
Eight months and counting.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 4:34 pm
A Little About Us
Ariadne Fabian
Twenty-eight years old
PhD in child psychology and English Literature
4'10"
112lbs pre-pregnancy
Unmarried
Eckrinel
Empath
Childhood Journal
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 4:36 pm
Events Nov. 26, 2007-- first check-up post insemination
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 4:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 4:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 4:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 4:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 4:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 9:11 pm
Children's age: -7 months
As stated in the contract I signed upon receiving the fertility shot, I am making a journal to document my children's lives as I see them grow and change.
My children.
As the elf promised, I'm pregnant. I took the test last week and I was astonished to find it positive. And with twins.
Throughout the day, I find myself staring off into space and wondering what they'll look like. Will they be boys? Girls? One of each? Will they have my "butterscotch" eyes? Will they even look like me at all? They might even look like those others, the ones who sent me here in the first place. Not that it matters. They are my children. Whatever their gifts, I'll love them.
Another thing-- I've been holding my stomach. I'm not showing yet-- obviously-- but I imagine their little feet kicking at my belly, imagine it pushed out like the women I see sometimes. I can't wait. I've looked at maternity clothes, though there is so little that's white. Perhaps I'll make some of my own.
Will my children have my sensitivity to light? It's not so terrible and I can teach them how to deal with it so that it never limits them in any way. No doubt, we will have strong bonds. I can feel those forming already, though I know they won't be anything until I can feel their emotions alongside mine.
Helenus and Cassandra. Philomela and Procne. Castor and Pollux. So many names I could choose. They should be Greek names. Lex was short for Alexander and my name is Greek, also. Strong names with deep meanings.
I'm converting one of the rooms in the house-- my old room-- into a nursery. When the children are older, they'll be able to choose their own bedrooms. They'll be able to paint them whatever colour they wish. It'll be beautiful. I don't know what colour I'll make the nursery. Perhaps I'll keep it white.Or I can wait until the children arrive and design it around them. If they have my eyes, I'll go white and gold. If not-- well, blue or green will do nicely. If brown, I can have warm wood furniture. I can't wait until I see them, hold them. Or even just know more about them. If they're boys, lace won't do. If they're girls-- well, here I am fingering my own lace.
I hope they like masks. I have so many now. My mask collection invades every room in this old house. Alive with smiles and frowns all empty of eyes. Children like bright colours, right? I can put some bright ones all around. In fact, I can make it a theme-- not a circus, but maybe a masquerade. Yes...
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 5:57 am
Children's age: 3 months
The children are beautiful.
Their eyes are golden, like mine, and shiny. I've read that most children are born with blue eyes and they change later, but not my babies. Though there seems to be a hint of green in their depths.
I named my pale, beautiful children after the classic twins in the Illium: Helenus and Cassandra. They were known for their looks and intelligence, both catching the attention of the gods.
They are in ajoining basinets of white. Hel's is plainer, with thick golden ribbons around the top and thinner ones at the striping it after spans the size of my hands. Cassandra's has lace, with smaller ribbons weaving in and out.
I kept the nursery much the same, unable to change the room Lex made for me. I'm glad I did, because my children are as golden and pale as I was. Well, almost.
Hel's hair is almost my colour, but Cass has red in hers, almost strawberry. And curled. Those curls are beautiful and I wonder if they will last. I doubt it; they are not very wild and most children lose them as they grow. But for now...
They are curious about the world. Even at a few months old, they watch everything around them, though Cassie is the bolder of the two and is more attracted to movement than her brother. Hel seems to like just-- watching. Not really anything in particular.
I wonder what they'll be like when they're older. They are the only ones like me I've ever met and their emotions in my heart are like a warmth against the cold. Will they feel it? I hope, since they are twins, they will not be as lonely as I've been.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 12:54 pm
Children's age: 11 months
Cassie started talking. It should have surprised me and, in a way, it does. I was never as small as they are. Lex says I came from somewhere else already formed, about eleven. I remember him and the others and the strange lab... but those are my earliest memories and I was indeed not much smaller than I am now, though definitely less mature.
I've read about babies and their development. Hell, I have a doctorate in child psychology. So I shouldn't be constantly in awe of my children's growth, should I? Or do all parents feel their children are unusually brilliant and beautiful?
I suppose that's part of why I entered the field. Lex was in the same field, so that helped. But children... I was fascinated by them. They have such pure emotions, so easily read, yet deeper and more honest than any adult. Surprisingly resilient through the bad and the worst, still able to laugh after the most hossible events, still clinging to their youthful flame while suppressing the sadness of the world. But they do feel it. No one can empathize like a small child, just as no one can be as selfish.
I digress.
Cassie spoke today, her first words outside of the generic 'mamamamamama'. Yes, more than one. I almost fainted. She toddled up to me, unsteady on her chubby little legs and using the coffee table for support (I'll never understand those parents who don't let kids touch their furniture-- there is a difference between touching and destroying!) and said in bright, melofluous voice, "Mama Hel Cas cookie."
While her grammar left something to be desired (it was her first attempt at a sentence, after all!), the meaning was clear. I swooped her up and twirled her, much to her delight. And then her brother, playfully whirling with them to the kitchen.
When Cassie saw the cookie jar she began to chant, "Cookie! Cookie! Cookie!" but not a peep came from her brother.
I set them on the counter and pulled out two vanilla waifers. "Say 'please,' Cassie."
"Peees!"
I gave it to her and turned to my silent Helenus, my perfect boy. He hadn't spoken yet, not more than the occassional incoherent murmur. "Can you say 'cookie,' Hel?"
He reached for it but I tried again. "Cookie, please."
He still didn't say it, but Cassie, catching on, started chanting and reaching again. I sighed. She already had hers. I could feel him growing frustrated and a little bit afraid. Was he scared to talk? Perhaps he wasn't ready.
"No, darling. This is for Helenus."
Upon hearing that, she handed her brother her cookie (which had a little slobber, but she still hadn't taken a bite) and reached again, smiling and triumphant. "Cookie pees."
Love radiated from Hel and I couldn't resist, handing her the cookie and kissing both their soft-curled heads in turn. "My darlings. It's okay, Helenus. You speak when you're ready."
Many parents might be worried. The twins are growing and, while Cassie seems a bit precocious, Hel is falling behind. However, most parents can't feel their children like I do. I know he's not slow. I can feel him (stronger than I've ever felt another person, to my delight) puzzle things out, feel his happiness and comfort with where he is. I know it's just a matter of time.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:43 am
Children's age: 30 months
It was the funniest thing. Cassandra had gotten on the counter-- how the hell she'd done it, I don't know-- but Helenus scurried into the livingroom, toddling on those chubby little legs toward me.
"Mamamamama! Hassie on hitchen!" Poor dear has trouble with hard consonates. Anyway, seeing as the children had been secured via baby gate in their nursery, I had no idea how that was possible. And I hadn't heard anything on the monitor!
The first thing I felt was panic as I swooped down and grabbed my little boy, sprinted to the kitchen. As I entered, heart thudding as I prayed the girl hadn't turned on the stove or found the knives, I halted, words dead on my lips.
"Cassandra!"
"Hassra!" echoed Helenus.
She was on the counter, safely on all fours--minus one hand-- (though I imagine the granite was harsh and cold on her little knees). One of her soft little arms was shoved deep inside the cookie jar. I could feel waves of frustration as her fingers searched the corners of the porcelain jar.
"Honey, there are no cookies in there."
"No cookie?"
I scooped her up and she clung to the opposite hip as her brother, pouting.
"Hungy."
"You're hungry?" I set them both side by side on the breakfast bar and (one hand across their touching knees) pulled out some bread and peanutbutter. "You want sandwiches?"
While most children seemed to love peanutbutter and jelly, Helenus had loathed the gelatinous berry-flavoured goop since he first tried it. And what Hel wouldn't eat, Cassie wouldn't eat. However, they both adored peanutbutter and grinned at my suggestion.
"Sanisses!"
After they had sippy cups full of milk in their hands, I carried them (and a little baggie of sandwiches) to my office so they could play while I watched and talked with clients.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 9:19 am
Children's age: 44 months
I... think I may be going mad. Then again, perhaps that's how Lex felt when I he got me. Not 'had' and not 'found'... At least these are my children, blood and bone and flesh. But. They're not just mine. Perhaps that's what this is all about...
I was told their father was fairly normal, though. Not an alien humanoid from some parallel dimension or whatever. But today the kids showed me that our empathy isn't their only difference.
It was a decent morning and the children and I were taking a walk (they prefer to walk on their own most of the time now). We were going to the park. Their fourth birthday is coming up and the children have said (as articulately as they're able) that they want a birthday party at a park. So we were going to the nearby one. I had a little drawing tablet to take down the layout.
Suddenly, as the park came in view, Helenus tugged on my long white sleeve, one of his nails snagging slightly on the lace. "Mommy, i's gonna rain."
I smiled and shook my head. "No, sweety. It's okay. The weather man said it was cloudy."
He shook his head. "Lo'sa rain, Mommy." He pulled toward the covered picnic area.
"Helenus, Mommy needs to draw the park, remember?" He frowned as I ignored him and began sketching, walking around with the pair of them following me like little ducklings.
A few minutes passed before I noticed the little droplets on the paper (afterall, I'm covered head to toe in white cloth) and heard the peal of thunder. "What the Hell?"
"I di'n't do it, Mommy!"
We ran for cover as the rain came pouring down. I looked over at my children, huddled on the bench beside me.
"Helenus, honey, how did you know it was going to rain? Did you see it on the t.v.?"
"No, man on t.v. was wrong."
"How did you know, sweety?"
"I knew, Mommy."
"How?"
"Knew like we know you."
Like they knew me? Ah...
"How about you, Cassandra? Did you know?"
She shook her head.
"Do you know other things like you know Mommy?"
Cassandra smiled playfully. "I knew 'bou' the car. The car on the road."
There'd been a car crash the other day. It had swerved out a few cars ahead of us and crashed into the rail separating road from nature. No one had careened through the windshield and two other vehicles had stopped to help, so I drove off, not wanting the kids to see or feel.
"You knew about that?"
She nodded. "It was a mommy and she got--" here the girl fluttered her hands around her face-- "and stopped driving."
When the rain eased some, we walked back home. I remember feeling cold even after a hot shower, when the kids were in bed, sitting by the fireplace and wondering... are they okay? What's wrong with my children?
Maybe their father had this kind of gift... though you'd think someone would have mentioned it when they impregnated me.
Maybe writing it all down will help.
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