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19. How tall would you say you are now?

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“How tall would you say you are now?”
Dean peered up at the Faron from his seat among the tree branches.

Even high up in the boughs of the towering oak...he only just barely made it to Killian's middle...his chest, shoulders and head still looming up over the tops of the trees to cast a deep shadow over the woodlands.

“Na t'sure....maybe....a hundred an ten?”...Killian shrugged, running a hand through his thick hair while he looked down at the seemingly shrunken scene around him. The trees looking like plush puffs of green and gold from his view over the top of them. It was hard for him to estimate his own size, especially since it wasn't very common for him to be so big. It was rare for him to drop his guise here within the human world. That would have drawn too much attention. And the last thing he wanted was to be discovered and wind up government property for God knows what. He'd been close to that too many times before.

Out here though, they were safe. The nearest town was at least two hours away...and nobody hiked out in this part of the forest. They'd be fine.

“Nah.” Dean shook his head, nursing another sip from the soda in his hand. “You gotta be at least a hundred and twenty. You're fucking huge...”

“Ye think?” The Faron raised his thick brows, looking over himself. “It's na like I've e'er had a way t'properly measure m'self at this size...but...I guess that sounds likely.”

“Yeah. A hundred and twenty.” Dean gave another nod, grey eyes flicking over the giant with a look of near envy before tipping his head back to finish off the last swallow of his drink, tossing the empty can down to the ground among their stuff so he could throw it away later.
Looking at Killian, the huge guy standing there like some terrible beast out of a fairy tale, it was hard to believe that they were kin. But he could smell it, the scent of kinship. The same wild blood that flowed in the Faron's veins...filled his own. Half of him was the same as this towering man.
It made sense...they had so many of the same features. The hair, the eyes...the ears...the keen senses...the sharp teeth and moody disposition. The fact that they were brothers was indisputable.

He just didn't get any of the height.

“It's not fucking fair, ya know...” The half-blood grunted.

“What's na?” Killian lowered himself into a crouch, putting himself at eye-level with his smaller brother, though the smirk on his lips made it obvious that he already knew what Dean would be bitching about. They'd been through this round of complaints many times. Even while on the same scale. Killian was still plenty tall even at a more human height.

“You know damn well. Ya fuckin' used up all the height and left nothing for us.” Dean scowled, grey eyes gleaming silver behind his glasses.

The Faron grunted. “Oh aye, cuz that was absolutely intentional. I totally knew I'd wind up a big brother an just HAD t'make sure tha emphasis would be on tha “big” part o'it.” He smirked, reaching up to pat the top of Dean's head with a fingertip. “Just wanted t'be sure I'd have tha cutest wittle brother e'er~”

“Touch me again, I'll bite your goddamn finger.” Dean growled, but was used to it by now. If Killian wasn't patting his head with a finger, he was doing it with a hand while they stood at the same scale. Purely out of “brotherly love and jest”, of course, but it got the same snarled response from Dean each and every time.

“Hey, jerkwad...quit bitching about the height thing again!” The call came up as a growling yawn from Cira, their sister and the named baby of the family. Even if it was still debated whether she or Dean had been born first as they were twins. She was officially the shortest and had therefore been deemed the baby as such. Much to her extreme displeasure.
She was curled up at the base of the tree, snuggled up in an oversized hoodie she'd swiped from Killian to wear out in the cold spring afternoon. “You're still taller than me.”

“That's not what I fucking mean and you know it, Cira...” Dean growled in return, glaring down at his sister.

“I don't really care what you mean. I just want you to shut up so I can go back to my nap, thank you very much...” Her reply was growled, but she was already snuggling back in to keep sleeping.

They were horrible fighters. Verbally disagreeing on nearly everything. Always hissing and snarling like a couple of cats. To those looking in from the outside, they might have believed them to hate eachother...but to those who knew them well they would see the care that happened outside of the snarled words. They were inseparable and cared deeply for one another. Before meeting Killian, they'd had no one but each other.

“Ye two bicker like a couple o'cranky ol' farts.” Killian shook his head, grunting at the fiery nature in his two half-blooded siblings. They were passionate enough to be Faron alright.

“Well you're one to talk.” Dean almost laughed. “You're a grumpy old bastard yourself. And you're actually old enough to be a grandpa.”

Killian frowned, seeming to consider Dean's words and whether or not to exact revenge for them. He could have easily launched into some good war stories as payback for the words. But in the end, he shrugged and nodded. “Well, ye are right. Can't argue with ye there. But this old bastard o'a grandpa has t'agree that Cira has tha right idea...” He smirked. “It's naptime.”

Before Dean could even try to leap out of reach, the Faron reached up to grab him...huge fingers snatching him up from the branch and pulling him into a loose fist. Meanwhile his second hand went for Cira, the lass spouting curses as she was effortlessly plucked from her comfortable sleeping spot.
Both halfbloods were snarling out their protests while Killian merely smiled and hummed, lowering himself down to lay in the small clearing where they'd set up camp...depositing his two younger siblings down onto his chest with a rumbling purr as he got comfortable. He gently cupped a hand over each of them, a gentle but firm presence to keep them from escaping. Killian wasn't exactly an excessively cuddly sort, but forcing his two younger siblings to endure unwanted snuggles had quickly become a favorite pastime.

Cira eventually settled in, not really minding too much the idea of a nap. Plus she did -kind of- enjoy cuddles with her biggest brother. Though she tried not to let on about it.

Dean however was still spitting curses, even attempting a few bites against Killian's fingers...but in the end, he stopped, knowing it was useless to resist at this point.

Killian had decided it was naptime...and so it was naptime. End of discussion.


Prompt: How tall wold you say you are now?
Characters: Dean, Cira, Killian
Verse/Setting: Alternate variation of Half-blood!Verse

More sibling fluff as promised!~
This time things are slightly different.
Os and I have always joked about how Dean and Killian often seemed as if they could be related. TTuTT They're both fair skinned, dark haired, have silver/grey eyes and have similar moods of pure grump.
Well, we decided to make an official verse in which they are indeed brothers. TTuTT Half brothers.
It doesn't help that Dean seriously could easily be related to Cira too. The two of them really do seem like twins. One is just more...violent than the other. (*cough*Cira*coughcough*)
So, it seemed only fitting to toss Dean in on the madness of the Half-Blood verse.
He and Cira were born as half-Faron twins to a human woman and Killian's father Stewart McKnight during Stewart's time of being trapped in the non-mythical world and bound to human size. They grew up not really knowing anything about their secondary nature since their father had already vanished at that point. So as you can imagine their childhood would have been a hell of a time, always wondering about the inhuman features they had to deal with, with no clear answer.

Meeting Killian was something far more akin to fate than chance as that would have been next to nothing.
Killian, in this verse was trapped in the human world from toddler age, so his experience was very similar to theirs...being lost and confused as to who and what he was when compared to the humans that raised him. It was only through the help of a certain vampire that he met in his young adult years that he gained the needed answers and understanding of his true nature.

In this setting, they've not yet met their final brother Alistair...but that madness will come soon, no doubt~ X3

Kind of wanting to dabble in this setting more...we'll see what happens though.

Only one prompt left! TuT

Cira (c) :iconmistress0minx:
Dean (c) :iconosric09:
Killian, Faron species (c) me
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Tallstar27's avatar
Man his old if he wants nap time. :L