Thread: Ah, Family {<Tyr and Crimson>}

Family dinner, it turned out, was to be served at the home of Evelyn Tillman. The entire family had been invited and somehow everyone managed to fit into the dining room, though the large oak table of the room barely had space to fit all the cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and grandchildren that Evelyn had left behind. While the adults ate quietly in the main dining room a table had been erected for the children and younger family members in the living room and, as usual, Jasmine was left in charge until one of her cousins arrived. Thankful to escape the constant chatter, fights, and hysterical giggles of the children, the young woman slowly strolled through the house, pausing in rooms which held memories. Growing bored of looking through the various rooms Jasmine finally settled into a corner of her grandmother??s bedroom, eyes running along the old and very classy furniture. Somewhere in the room there were things that had been left specifically for her, but the family hadn??t yet been able to collect those things left for them. Apparently Evelyn had decided that her eldest son was to have control of the will. At the thought of that meeting with the lawyer Jasmine couldn??t help but smile, once again reliving the moment when her mother, Janice, had discovered that, not only was she barely mentioned in her mother??s will, but her brother, whom she despised, would have sole discretion on how things would be divided up. ??Eve, you should have seen the look on her face,? Jasmine said softly, speaking to the air itself as she ran her fingers over the various dresses, shirts, and assorted clothing in her grandmother??s wardrobe. ??I thought she was going to have a heart attack, but you probably planned things that way, didn??t you?? Smiling and letting out a soft sigh Jasmine seated herself at the very corner of her grandmother??s bed, chest suddenly tight as she remembered the woman??s smiling face, the conspiritory way they had sat together, whispering secrets to one another, all the while smiling as they shared with each other what they??d have never told any other member of the family. Evelyn had never been too fond of her daughter, especially the way her child had treated Connor, the uncle that Jasmine had never met, and she??d not been fond of the way that Janice had treated Jasmine, either. In the entire family Evelyn Tillman had been the closest to Jasmine, and her death had left a hollow spot in the young woman??s life. Pulling from the memory of her mother??s shocked, outraged face, Jasmine stood with a sigh, sparing one last glance at the room in which her grandmother had spent so much time, before forcing herself to leave. Once again walking down the hall she heard the faint sound of someone knocking on the front door and frowned, everyone had supposedly already arrived. ??Jasmine, be a dear and answer the door,? Janice called from the dining room, her high, almost nasal voice sounding to Jasmine as if someone were strangling a cat. ??Yes, mother,? Jasmine called, sighing and running a hand through her hair as she hurried down the hall. Opening the door quickly the young woman wondered who in the world could be knocking. Shocked for a second as she opened the door to reveal a tall, well proportioned man dressed in what could only be called biker??s clothes Jasmine couldn??t help but stare for a moment. ??Yes,? she asked softly, forced to tilt her head back a bit so that she could finally rest her eyes on his face. Oh god, mom??s going to have a heart attack Jasmine thought dryly, unable to keep her eyes from roaming over his body again before returning her attention to his face. Who the hell is he? Could this be Connor?