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Corvin Carrin Driscoll Date of Birth: December 28, 2029 Astrological Sign: Capricorn Hair Color/Length: Shoulder length, messy, dark chocolate brown Eyes: almond, chocolate eyes Face: Square jaw, straight nose, open features Height: Six foot Four (1.93 meters) Clothing Style: Corvin likes...

Corvin felt like his life was turning around. He felt like he was getting closer to the cute shopkeeper next door, he'd made some amends with his brother, started building a relationship with his younger nephew. He had been working mostly on an herb garden for Timothy, having built a nice...

Corvin was surprised when Amais took his hand, not bothered by the slobbering kiss he got. He smiled shyly at both his nephew and his brother, letting the boy keep his hand. He bit his lip at Cory's words and nodded slowly, letting out a soft breath. "I-i would like that," He offered, brushing...

Corvins eyes widened and he giggled nervously, shaking his head quickly. "N-n-no, thank you, I..." He bit his lip, before reaching out for his brothers hand. "I just got, um, got you b-back," He stuttered shyly. "I just want t-t-t-to be with you." He admitted shyly, looking up at his brother...

Corvin smiled shyly, fidgeting in his seat. "Well... I..." He twirled a strand of hair around his finger. "There's... this man...." He spoke shyly. "H-he... um... he.. owns the c-coffee shop next door," He bit his lip, peeking up at his brother. "H-he um- we aren't- er..." He gulped nervously...

Corvin smiled shyly. "Thanks," He murmured, brushing back his hair and putting his hands in his lap. "I- er- There is... but-" He bit his lip before sighing and glancing away. "I-i-its just me, and the shop. I d-don't... have anything else," He admitted, feeling his gut twist a little bit with...

Corvin blinked at his brothers question and quickly shook his head. "Oh, n-no," he stuttered shyly, running a hand through his hair. "N-no one," He answered, though he glanced automatically towards the coffee shop as he thought of Timothy. He didn't know if there was anything there- they had...

Corvin smiled shyly as Amais came over. "He's really c-c-cute." He told his brother, peeking at Cory. "I- um- I'm r-r-really proud of you," He offered, blushing and looking away as he said it. He'd always looked up to and respected his brother. He hadn't been surprised that Corentin had gotten...

Corvin nodded at Cory's word. "M-m-m-maybe the parade then," He mused, propping his chin in his hand. He smiled shyly at the question, blushing. He shrugged. "I- erm... I usually just... just um, drink on the couch a-and um, and watch movies till I fall a-a-asleep." He admitted bashfully. He...

Corvin blinked, and offered his hand out gently to his brother. "L-l-let's just, um, just stay h-home then," He offered gently. "The t-t-three of us." He gave his brother an almost shy smile. "We can erm, can m-make some dinner, watch- erm, w-w-watch tv, decorate the-the- the tree." He offered...

Corvin hesitated and shook his head. "Hey," he offered gently. "W-w-we um... we can do a-a-an- um, anything, I don't m-m-mind," He stuttered, clearing his throat. "What did y-y-you um, you usually do back- er, back in Russia? W-w-we can do that," He told his brother, trying to encourage him...

Corvin smiled when Cory sat down, and automatically ran a hand through his hair. "Cory, I know this is... your first Christmas back," He offered slowly, unthinkingly reaching out a hand for his twin. "What do you want to do? It's usually just me, I make a glass of wine and watch Christmas movies...

Corvin was used to the quiet, and suddenly having both his brother and his infant nephew around was nearly deafening. But Corvin didn't mind so much. He smiled as the others swept, finished a flower arrangement and tying a ribbon around it carefully. "Cory," He called out, not loudly, but...

Corvin smiled softly. He reached out, squeezing Cory's hand gently before walking away to get the spare pillow from the hall closet. He fluffed it a bit, bringing it back and offering it to his brother. "I'll make you your old favorite for breakfast. Okay? You look like you need a nice meal," he...

Corvin let Cory pull back away, smiling and brushing his brothers hair from his face. "The bed should be big enough for both of you, honestly." He murmured. "I can go get you a spare pillow." Corvin bit back a yawn, smiling softly at his brother. "Love you, Cory," he added gently.

Corvin wrapped around his brother easily, holding the man close. He slipped a hand into Cory's hair, his grip tightening slightly as Cory cried. Corvin swayed them gently, resting his head against his brothers. Soon Corvin began to hum softly, then he sang an old lullaby gently; it was one he'd...

Corvin listened quietly, pouring the man an Irish coffee. He moved over to the table, setting the drink down, and just opened up his arms, wordlessly offering a hug to his twin. Corvin had never met Cory's wife- or even his son- but whatever happened, they were twins, and Corvin had always loved...

Corvin nodded, walking to his small kitchen and taking out a few glasses. "Liquor or coffee?" He asked. "I h-have some, um, some cocoa," He poured them both the drink his brother chose, before moving to sit them on the table. "You've been through e-e-enough, just um, just take the bed." Corvin...

Corvin was a bit taken aback to find his brother standing on the doorstep with a crying child. Corvin yawned, and in very soft Russian, he replied. "Of course, you have a room already." Corvin reached out, gently taking the boy from his brother. Corvin held the child, padding back upstairs. He...

Corvin relaxed visibly at Cory's words. He could do that. The fact that his brother would come back to see him was enough for him. He smiled shyly and turned his attention to the food. Time seemed to pass quickly after that. Cory stayed the night with Corvin, then left again for Russia the next...