Closed Family Dynamics

[Corentin Driscoll]

It felt like everytime he blinked, his son would get older and older. He was becoming more and more like him, though he looked like his mother. Corentin hadn't shied away from telling him about his mother, but it was made more complicated when his son asked about things with Dreya, who'd now been around and in their lives for most of Amias' childhood. Corentin had arranged the family dinner - though informally - with his twin coming along, and Dreya too. He had made dinner, gone out of his way to make something nice for them all, Amias was setting the dinner as he finished the cooking.

 

[Amias Driscoll]

Amias was maybe counting down the days until he'd got to hogwarts, though he still had more than a year of days left. He just couldn't wait to learn magic. Couldn't wait to be able to do magic properly. Amias was getting the table ready for dinner, looking forward to seeing Dreya and his uncle. He spent most of his time either with Dreya or with his father. He didn't quite understand if Dreya and his dad were together, but he did really want them to be. He didn't mind the family how it was, but explaining it to people always felt difficult. He finished placing the cutlery down, having to redo it when he realised he put the cutlery the wrong way. "Need me to do anything else, da?" he asked.

 

[Corvin Driscoll]

Corvin liked Dreya- she was sweet, and she didn't mind listening to him when he struggled to talk. His stutter wasn't as bad around her or his family, but it was still there. He'd picked her up so they could go to his brothers house for dinner. He missed having Cory living with him sometimes, and Amais was just getting so big. He had been talking softly to Dreya about his flowers as they reached the door, reaching out to knock and shifting the bottle of wine he'd brought so he had a better grip.

 

[Dreya Monet]

Dreya was in a weird state. She was so comfortable with the Driscoll family- they felt like a second family to her, like an extra brother in sweet Corvin and she liked to think of Amais as a son- even if she never dared to say that out loud. She knew she wasn't his mother, and she tried her best not to impose. It was a fine line, trying to be supportive and be a good presence in his life while not overstepping at the same time.

And Corentin... that was something else entirely. She felt so comfortable with him, and a little part of her knew that she was perhaps on the edge of being in love with him. It was mostly denial, she knew, but still, something held her back from just letting go. She shook her head as she arrived at Corentins home, shaking loose her thoughts and giving a sweet smile to Corvin. He was such a gentle man, and she enjoyed listening to him speak. He was so passionate behind his sweet demeanor, and a part of her could understand being enamoured with a man but feeling too shy to ever do anything about it.

She reached out, squeezing his hand gently once he'd knocked just in support. She kept a good grip on the vase of flowers he'd helped her to pick, the bag with dessert resting gently against her side. She always enjoyed dinner with the Driscolls, finding it a perfect way to unwind after a long week.

 

[Corentin Driscoll]

Corentin glanced at his son as he walked back into the room and smiled at him gently. He shook his head. "Nah, you're all good, they'll be here any moment, so just watch everything here for a moment while I go get it?" he instructed him and as if on cue he heard the knock at the door. He moved quickly, ruffling his son's hair and then went to the door. He opened it and smiled. "You don't need to knock," he reminded them and leaned over to give his brother a hug and then to lightly kiss Dreya's cheek. "Come on in,"

 

[Amias Driscoll]

Amias did his best to hide his excitement over them arriving, watching the various things in the kitchen, but he left it for a moment stood in the doorway, waving excitedly. "Uncle Corvin!" he exclaimed as he waved. "Dreya!" he spoke with fondness as he greeted them.

 

[Corvin Driscoll]

Corvin leant into the hug. "I'm too polite for that," He offered softly, moving inside. He smiled at Amais, going to him first to steal a hug. He went to set the wine on the counter, leaning against it and looking about. "Amias, do you need help setting anything else up?" He asked, moving back to his nephew with a small smile, wanting to be helpful.

 

[Dreya Monet]

Dreya blushed as the door opened, giggling as Cory kissed her cheek. "Coryyyy," She complained half-heartedly, rubbing her cheek. "Take these flowers," She tried, holding them out to try and distract him. "I hope we're not too late to help set up," She peeked around him, smiling and wiggling her fingers back at Amias.

 

[Corentin Driscoll]

Corentin smiled at them both and then looked back at Amias who had of course stepped away from the kitchen. "Thank you, Dreya, this is sweet," He told her with a smile. "You are, but that's by design," he told him. "Drink?" he said, as he brought them inside and then closed the door and then casually used his magic to put the flowers into a water filled vase as he focused on the last steps of dinner.

 

[Amias Driscoll]

Amias followed them as they stepped into the main room, and then he moved towards Corvin, to be able to hug him close. "Dad made your favourite," he told him, and he intended to afterwards go hug Dreya.

 

[Corvin Driscoll]

Corvin chuckled, moving to the table and just leaning lightly against the chair he meant to sit in. "You mean a-anything heavy with veg... vegetables," He countered, trying to peek and see what Corentin had actually made. His mouth was watering already with just the smell of it. He realized he hadn't eaten all day and sat down. "It smells am... am... delicious," He sighed as the word he wanted wouldn't come out properly, changing his sentence and blowing a bit of hair out of his face.

 

[Dreya Monet]

Dreya followed Cory in, taking Amais up in a hug automatically. She squeezed her arms around him and stepped back, her attention now on the boy. "Are you taller again?" She teased gently, trying to ruffle his hair. "What must your father be feeding you, you seem to grow every time I see you," She moved to the table, smiling as Corentin pulled out her chair, sitting next to Corvin and scooting in a little. "Yes, please, if you don't mind, thank you, Cory," She smiled a little shyly up at him, thinking a drink sounded lovely. He really was such a gentleman.