Turns Out You Don't Know Yourself.

[EVAN WARNER (HIATUS)]

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"The closest thing to perfect,
is the farthest thing from me."

Things went downhill the moment he and his sister returned home. He hadn't told a soul about it - not even Xio. As Evan figured it, he needed to sort things out in his mind for himself before trying to relay it all to Xio or any of his other friends.

He was all so confused by what had gone on. He almost wanted to laugh it off, to pretend it never happened; because in his mind, he liked now knowing the truth. He liked not having his brain torn to pieces in frantic thought. He replayed what had happened once more in his mind.

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He sat back against the tiles of the roof, staring blankly out across the grounds. Snow fell softly, the first snow of the season. Or maybe it was only snowing because of Evan's mood, his emotions causing his powers to react only naturally. Despite the soft snowfall, Evan didn't feel the cold. In fact, he couldn't feel a thing. Not the wind. Not the bite of the snow. Not the tears running down his face.

You would think that, being the way he was dressed, he'd be dying of cold. Clad in only thin skin and bones, the green v-neck and grey sleeveless hoodie paired with his favorite skinnies and shoes didn't help keep out the cold or keep in whatever warmth the boy created.

Evan felt the need to scream. To do something productive that could possibly help him deal with this stress. This pain. This - whatever this was. He mulled over everything once again. How was it that Emmett was the only real son of Addicus whereas he and Ada were really a duplicate's set of children? How is it that their father was actually a wizard - actually had a power for shit's sake - and then never knew? Addicus had reasoned that if he had let them know that he was "different", then he'd have to tell them that they weren't really his. Bullshit.

It felt as though he was relearning about himself all over again. He wasn't an angel. He wasn't human. He wasn't a wizard. He was all of the above and more. He was part angel, just without the wings. He was part wizard, not finding out until he h ad just crossed over the sixteen-year mark. And he was human (by choice) because that's what he knew. He wasn't about to change himself because of what had happened.

Evan needed to talk. To someone. But not just anyone. He needed his sister. He needed Ada to explain to him that it was okay to be what he was now. The suddenly, a pang of shame hit him. He felt ashamed for acting his way. For feeling the way he did. For being who he was.

He fished his phone out of his jean pocket, pulling up a new text message. He paused. What if Adalyn was too busy to come and listen to his bitching? But she was his sister. Wasn't that what siblings did for one another? And besides. Whether she wanted to or not, he was going to talk to her about it one time or another. Certainly she wasn't taking this whole thing in a calm and collected manner. When they were home, Ada was beyond angry with the family.

It seemed like, lately, that's all they felt when speaking about home. Anger. Chaos. Uncertainty. Frustration. Fear. Evan quickly tapped out a message.

To: Adaaalyn
Hey. Where are you?
I need someone to talk to. ):
Come see me on the roof?
<3 ~Evvv.

He flipped his phone shut, rolling over onto his side, more tears falling down his cheeks. But he couldn't feel them. No. Not with the rain falling around him. And only him.

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who'sinvited?;;;
not you! adalyn only! sibling time. <3
what'reyouwearing?;;;
described! by click here for shoes. :D
whyisthatonepartquoted?;;;
because I'm too lazy to actually re-write it. :) I wrote it once. Good enough for me.
wherearethenotes?;;;
plot mover! that's all this is. haha. and it's awesome. >:D warner drama! warner drama!


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[ADALYN WARNER]

adalyn warner!
"The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or bated breath
Whichever you prefer"

Heartbreak. The only emotion felt by her was heartbreak. And sure, there was anger, and pain, and constant questioning of 'if they lied about this what else did they lie about?' Since returning to the school, Adalyn had yet to hear from her family, any of them, including her little brother. The only person that mattered in her life, who brightened every day of hers while they were home. She was constantly upset, constantly furious, never believing anything her parents or brother said or thought. The key to being a mind reader was to not tell anyone, to learn by observing. All Adalyn had to do was sit in her room and brood, and by noon, her mother would start apologizing, and then her father. Soon after, like clockwork, Evan would enter her room and together they would sit. Never saying much, just keeping the other close.

Now, she realized how much she depended on Evan, and he her. He was her lifeline, before, during, and now after the shakeup of their family. She never knew what to do anymore, never knew what to think. She had to act like she did, for Evan, because he needed that reassurance that at least one of them was sane, that one of them could make sense of what the hell had happened over the summer. And sure, it sucked, because it made her feel helpless. She hated being the strong one, but it helped her to gain character, even though it was a shitty way. There was never a day where she cried, not ever, and she wasn't about to show it now. So when Evan sent her the text, she clutched her phone to her heart, listening to her heart beat before looking out the window, seeing the grounds getting covered in snow too early for the season. She sighed, realizing just how bent out of shape her brother was over the ordeal.

Clothing. Focus on Evan. Evan needs you. He needs you RIGHT NOW. Go, go Adalyn. Evan needs you. She started to panic, getting upset over herself for not making sure he was okay. Blame started to set in as she tugged on a pair of black skinny jeans, layering white and yellow shirt before putting on the boots Evan got her for her birthday. Going against better judgment, she didn't grab a jacket Her phone she stuck in her back pocket as she raced out of the dorms, up countless flights of stairs before finally reaching the roof. Her hair was a mess, faint traces of makeup smearing her eyes in her rush to reach her brother. This one time, for now, she would disregard her appearance. The only thing that mattered, and the only thing on her mind was Evan. Nothing else, and no one else even came close to his importance.

The moment she stepped out was the brief moment she regretted the roof not being covered, and not grabbing a jacket. The rain produced by her brother soaked her in seconds, and she fought to see the lump a few feet from her, the gangly lump know has her one and lonely. Racing over, she bent to his side, grabbing his face with one hand, the other going to his hair, his heart, his hand, before she grasped it with all her might. Her other hand ran across the smooth skin of his cheek, going to his forehead, his chin, before going back to where it started. "Look at me," she told him, quietly, knowing he would hear her. She wanted to see his eyes, the eyes she fell in love with the moment they met, when she was almost three, and he was a small bundle of joy. She sunk lower, laying herself beside him. This, this closeness want not uncommon. They spent many nights over the summer wrapped up, never a sliver of space between them. Not afraid the other would leave, but too scared to let go. Now, she clutched him, wrapping herself around him like normal. She fit perfectly, her frame with his. If they weren't related, she would consider it to be romantic.

"Evan, babe, I need you to look at me." She was desperate now, having him show nothing since her arrival. She patted his cheek, noticing the rain mixed with his tears. Her own began to fall, her throat closing as she tried to hold herself together. If not for her, for him, because he needed the comfort more than she ever would. Burying her head against his chest, she breathed his scent, bringing back sixteen years of memories with him. The good, the bad, and the dramatically ugly. "Evan, please?!" She didn't know what she would do if he didn't respond. She would probably die with him, because as cliche as it was, they were as close as siblings would come to soulmates. "Don't do this to me," she pleaded, still not wanting to show emotion, but starting to fail. All she could do was hold him, clutch, for dear life and hope to whatever higher power he would respond, and soon. A small shudder went through her, a sob, and she was still close to losing it. Baby brother... All she wanted was to see his eyes. That was it. Please?

[EVAN WARNER (HIATUS)]

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"puppet strings make enemies of
a father and his son"

He couldn't think. No, rather, he didn't want to think. For each passing or lingering thought brought a new round of tears to his eyes. Despite the fact that he was covered in water and a few remaining flecks of snow, Evan didn't have enough water inside of him to keep crying. So he left that up to the rain surrounding him. Really, though, he hadn't meant to make it snow and then rain, but he couldn't help himself. His mind was occupied elsewhere and he didn't have enough energy to cut the temperamental weather. Besides, he'd end up getting sick after this, and he'd be able to mope and brood while he was miserable and helplessly ill.

All of this had fucked him up pretty bad. So badly, in fact, that some old habits began to come back. They were beginning, anyways. For example, he was beginning to slip into that quiet façade he held whenever he was home and there was turmoil going on on the inside. The Evan that didn't speak; That didn't eat; That didn't show his face anymore. The one that kept his head down at all times. It had been a while since he was in that sort of slump. And he was quickly reminded why he hated it so much.

His eyes slipped shut to both keep the rain out of his eyes and to rest them. Evan had become so emotionally exhausted that the ailment was beginning to cross over the thin line into physical exhaustion. Helplessness, almost.

How long had he been up on the roof? He couldn't tell you. In fact, he was almost convinced he'd slept there overnight. However, he couldn't tell anymore. His sense of time was messed up along with everything else about him. For now, at least. Evan felt slightly bitter towards himself for feeling this way. For being so weak and unable to fend for himself and make himself stronger in this situation. But this was his soft spot. Home is where the heart is, they said. And it hadn't meant any thing to the boy until now. He could relate completely. But he wished he couldn't.

This whole situation was just generally retarded, if he could say so. Generally fucked up and completely insane. He took a deep breath, the grip his eyelids had over his eyes relaxing slightly, still not opening to let the rain in. How is it that his father could have kept a secret for sixteen years of his life? How did Ada not catch him thinking about it before? How did he not slip up for sixteen - no, nineteen years, for Adalyn - years and say something? Anything? At least tell them that they were wizards or witches, rather than just say that they were half human and half angel, just lacking wings and all that jazz. No. He thought it'd be better to completely hide the truth - everything. Evan couldn't help but feel the utmost hate towards his father at the moment. He couldn't remember a time he felt so angry towards one person. Especially someone so close to him - family.

He didn't hear Adalyn come to the roof. He was too entranced with his own thoughts. It was when she grabbed his face, her other hand basically checking his vital signs, that he realized she was there... Of course. He didn't open his eyes, however. He was too tired. Too sad. Too ashamed. Despite the fact that she gently asked him to look at her, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew that if he did, he would surely break even farther.

Evan felt his sister sidle up beside him, her form a sign of comfort and sanity for him. A life raft when he felt like he was drowning in his own sorrow and self pity. He heard another desperate plea from Adalyn, this time hearing the slight crack of emotion filling her voice. She was trying to be the brave one. The older sister. The protector. But she was also human, which cancelled out all of those things with one strike. But still, Evan couldn't bring himself to look at her. Especially since she was beginning to fall into the same boat as himself - the Over Emotional Express.

The feeling of her head leaning into his chest made his heart fill with more emotion. Sadness. Sympathy. Pity. Everything. He felt bad that he was slowly tearing apart whatever sanity she had brought up with her, for him. It was when he felt her sob, that his heart broke. He rarely ever saw Ada cry. Maybe once or twice in his whole life. And when he did, it was the most heartbreaking thing he had ever witnessed. Adalyn was the brave one. The one stronger than both of the brother combined.

He slowly lifted his eyes, his head, hoping she felt his movement so he didn't have to talk. Evan slowly and carefully wrapped his arms around her shoulders, settling his chin on the top of her head. "'M sorry," he muttered quietly, his voice hoarse from lack of use and from the amount of sobbing he had done. He sniffled slightly, trying to muffle the sounds of his sadness and pass it off as rain. He didn't trust his voice to speak anymore. Not only that, but he was too tired for that. I'm sorry, Ada, he thought, hoping she was listening to him. I'm so sorry. What he was sorry for, he wasn't exactly sure, but he felt like things wouldn't be right if he didn't apologize first.
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[ADALYN WARNER]

adalyn warner!
"Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs,
Northern downpour sends its love"

He wasn't responding. Every few seconds that ticked by made her heart break that much more. Evan couldn't do this to her, not again. It was like summer all over again, when he would close himself off after he came into her room. Not sleeping, but not bothering to look at her. She never knew what to do, instead giving soft smiles, holding him close when the sun went down. He would curl into her, and it was all she could to do to keep her emotions in check while making sure she was okay as well. As much as she did not want to admit it, she stopped caring about herself for the past few months. All she thought about, from sun rise to sun down, was Evan, constantly making sure she was near him, making sure he was doing slightly better than the previous five minutes when she last checked. She took over the motherly role in his life, making sure he ate, showered, dressed, smiled, lived.

Now, it looked as if she failed him.

Adalyn didn't know what to do. Evan was not responding, but his mind was working. Meaning, he was still in there, somewhere. Her hyperventilation stalled for a moment, feeling herself tune out everything around her, concentrating on him, and his thoughts, his feelings and emotions. She had tried this with other people, but the best result was still reading their minds. With Evan, it was different. She could sense everything, when she tried. And over the summer, it grew stronger, their bond. But now, she didn't have the strength to hold that connection. Try as she might, she couldn't do it. And that, knowing she was too weak to do something for him killed her. Another sob wracked her body, and she held in the others as she felt him move. A spark, a very small glimmer of hope shinned in her.

But she couldn't help the sob that escaped when he put his arms around her. For a moment, she was back to the summer, where late at night, or rather, early in the morning, he would awaken from his trance. She would be near sleep when it would happen, and more often than not she would not remember the event later. She would hear his confusion, his concern, before things slowly came back to him. That would be when he clung himself to her, pressing their bodies together in a way that screamed desperation. And of course, it would suck. The whole fucking situation sucked for the pair of them. But now, soaked in rain produced by her brother, she couldn't help but feel that desperation from the summer all over again. She hated to admit it, but it killed her.

"It's not your fault! Never was." How could he blame himself for this? For breaking down, for admitting that this whole fucked up shitastic summer didn't kill him in the slightest? She could feel himself sink down, sink into something that Adalyn was afraid she wouldn't be able to pull him out of. She clung to him tighter, getting more and more desperate. not your fault Not Your Fault NOT YOUR FAULT! "Evan, please." She repeated over and over again, her tough exterior cracking. "Don't leave me," she whispered, grasping his soaked shirt with feeble hand, the other hand resting yet again on his heart. She didn't know what to do. For the first time in years, the older, protective sister was at a loss. He wasn't responding in the way she needed him to. Her breathing started to shift, breaths not coming like they should. She felt as if the air was thinning, and she couldn't get enough with each gasp her lungs took. She was sinking into hyperventilation, and she couldn't think of a way to save herself.

"Evan...make it...make it...stop." The rain. Her voice failed her before she could tell him to stop the rain. He was going to get sick, very sick, and she couldn't handle that. But she couldn't talk anymore. Her hands gripped him even tighter, and she wove her body through his more. Now, it would be hard to tell where one Warner started and the other one ended. Her message was still unclear as her mind began to fog. She couldn't let go. If not for her, for him. He still needed her. But that place, the place where you have no worries, it was calling her name, shouting even. It was inviting, something different than the hell forced upon her by dear mother and father. She fought to hold on, clinging Evan, hoping he got her message. Hoping that he would save her before she lost herself farther. She was having problems breathing now, air not going in when it should, or not at all. Save us.

[EVAN WARNER (HIATUS)]

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"when all my hope is gone,
i reach for you.
you are my rescue."


Roles were switched. Whenever Evan and his sister were together, the roles got shaken and changed in a way that wasn’t understandable to anyone but them. As the boy, Evan wasn’t strong – emotionally nor physically. As the brother, he wasn’t the one to support his sister in any way. He was the youngest. He could barely support himself. For Ada, she didn’t keep her normal protective sisterly role. She took over a whole different role. She became the mother. The one that Evan felt like he never had. And be became the child. Defenseless. Helpless. Dependant.

If Evan didn’t have his sister, he was convinced he’d be dead – literally. Flashback to the previous summers. When his body and his mind shut down completely due to exhaustion on nine different levels. He vaguely remembers going to see Ada, his body collapsing beside hers on the bed, eyes staring blankly into any given direction before him. She wouldn’t say much, which is what Evan needed. She’s hold him and wait – practicing her patience with him on a daily basis.

For her, if not for himself, he had to bring himself out of this slump – this enveloping feeling of despair that was quickly taking over him that he couldn’t quite shake. But at the moment, he couldn’t find that way out. Everything felt blocked and out of reach and just flat out horrible – hopeless. Evan felt himself sink lower and lower into himself, fighting – desperately – to keep his head above the figurative water flooding his brain. His mind was screaming, chugging along slowly, gears turning, but beginning to fail. His body was just no longer responding to his mind’s commands.

Evan’s heart broke – over and over – feeling his sister’s sob wrack through her body, transferring into his own. His helplessness was catching on, dragging Ada down with him. That just wouldn’t do. He needed to get out of this. And fast. For both of their sakes.

He heard her reassure him that it wasn’t his fault. Despite the fact that he knew she was right, his self pity wasn’t having any of it. He needed to feel the blame – to know it was his fault - even if it isn’t. Her pleas were getting seemingly farther. He could barely hear her voice – her thoughts – ringing in the back of his mind.

If only he could fucking concentrate, then he could find a way to save both himself, and his beloved sister from this disaster – this mess. But he couldn’t. Everything was coming to a stand still. No more circles. No. Nothing at all. His mind finally shut off.

He felt his sister’s breathing speed up while his own began to slow down. Faintly, he heard her plea to stop – stop the rain. But he couldn’t. Not unless he wanted to cry more and vomit everything he had left in him - every fiber of his being. He didn’t have the energy for that. Let alone enough energy to continue thinking. But he had to try. For Ada. He couldn’t do this to her. He used whatever energy he could muster to make the rain calm down to a soft sprinkling. There was no way he could make it stop completely. He couldn’t fight against himself – not when his emotions were so extreme that they controlled his powers for him.

Evan could feel the color drain away from his face. Something that rarely happens to him when he’s in this state – only happening when he’s nearly gone. Almost completely lost within himself. He was in too dark of a place to find light when he thought he had it all. And it all happened because of a small – no, big – family secret. Something he should’ve known since birth. Not sixteen years later.

Instinctively, he increased the strength in his grasp on Adalyn, not daring to let go. Not while he had this chance to bring himself up out of this mess – whatever this mess was, that is. He needed to feel her strength – if she had any left to give him. He couldn’t do this by himself, he knew. He needed her. That’s why he asked her to come here. To be his strength. But it was impossible for someone to be the strength – the carrier – of another when they haven’t anything for themselves.

He felt something jolt within him – like a bolt of electricity. Evan clutched the back of Ada’s shirt as he felt her emotions; saw her life – his life – reel through his head and course through his body. When it came to his psychometry and his sister, it almost didn’t matter when it happened. He knew everything with Ada. They’ve been inseparable since birth. So it was almost like seeing his life on video tape – only instead of playing on a bed sheet on the side of the house, it was all in his head. In almost every frame of this ‘movie’ they were together. Smiling. Laughing. Crying. Silently waiting.

Like now.

When it ended, his brain coming back down to the present – here and now – he felt fresh hot tears roll down his face. Ada was his pillar, as cliché and corny as it sounded. His whole world would’ve collapsed around his ears, had he not had his sister there beside him all this time. The times he couldn’t remember going into her room in the middle of the night, crying, stuck in his tired mind the most. Whenever he needed her the most, or even just a little bit, she was right there. Beside him. Holding him. Being the protector and watcher that he always needed. But never had.

Like now.

If he could speak – if his mind would just turn a little faster – he would tell her he loved her. He would thank her for coming to save him. For being his rescue. For just generally being there. Thank you, he tiredly thought, the statement echoing softly inside his brain.


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[ADALYN WARNER]

adalyn warner!
"Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun. "

This thing she had, the being tough thing, she always wondered when she would hit the end of the road. When it would all become too much. When she would crack. Now, without realizing it, she felt as if she failed him horribly. She wasn't the strong one, not at all. She was weaker, weaker than anyone. She failed. This is the end of the road. Game over. Adalyn couldn't take defeat, take in the knowledge that she had failed to protect Evan. She couldn't handle the fact she couldn't give him what he needed. If he left her, a part of her heart, a part of her soul would be taken as well. The bond they shared, it couldn't compete with anything else in the entire world. They were each others everything, ever since the beginning. And growing up, people would thought they would drift apart, grow up, fall out of touch. None of the above happened, in fact, the opposite. They were closer than anyone. And all the shit, all the events forced upon them made them even closer.

So of course, Adalyn was freaking out over the lack of response from her brother. She couldn't lose him. But when he tightened his hold on her, she felt a spark of hope in her chest. Her heart beat even faster, her breaths starting to return to normal. Without realizing it, she was saving him, and he was saving her. And as she thought, there was only two times she could remember Evan taking her role from her, even for the briefest of moments. The first, when she got her letter and came to school. Of course, fourteen year old Adalyn was excited at the prospect of a school meant for her, with people like them. But, she would have to leave Evan, and it killed her. She was sitting in her room, crying, when Evan came in. She tried to stop the tears, but he brushed them aside with soothing hands and took her in his arms, holding her close. He didn't have to listen to her speak, he knew what the matter was.

The second time came about two years later. Evan got his letter, and the two of them went out to celebrate. He complained he was tired, leaving where they were before her. She promised to be home before midnight, and that came and went, and it was nearly three in the morning before she came in. Clothes torn, lip split, and black eyes on her face, she entered his room, tears streaming down her face as she slumped against his door in utter defeat. He took one look at her before gathering her in his arms and holding her close as she broke down. And after, she became a shell, empty and broken. She remained that way for days, and day after day she would see the hurt, and hear the constant questioning of what happened, of what was wrong, of wishing her to speak to him. But every time she tried to open her mouth to speak, she would cry out in fear, and huddle into a ball.

But finally, nearly a week and a half later, she woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. A still sleeping Evan wrapped his arms tighter around her. She was dazed, confused, and it took a good few moments for her to realize why she was there, why Evan looked so worried, even in his sleep. Past events fell down on her, and she clutched her brother. He didn't bother asking later what had happened, but she told him anyway, writing it down on a piece of paper and slipping it into his hand one night when she entered his room.

I was raped.

Now, the hopeless feeling she felt then, it was back. It tore her up inside. She didn't have a plan, nor did she have an answer for anything. All she could do was think about Evan, and how he wouldn't answer. And she was scared. She couldn't stop shaking though, the rain seeping deep into her bones, chilling her to the core. She needed him now, she needed the comforting brother, the helping hand, the guiding light that would see her through. She heard his thanks, but it didn't register. Nor did it that he seemed to be better, and that the rain stopped pouring, instead coming down in a slight drizzle. All she knew was that she was still not okay. Her breathing was short, her heart racing. The only thing still on her mind was Evan, and how he wasn't okay, that he needed saving. He needed her, and she couldn't do anything. She was trapped in her own mind. Now, she needed him. She needed for him to let her know he was okay, so then she would be too. She needed her own brother back.