The Frye twins didn't know where they were going to live out their years together, but they didn't need a destination since the place they called home was each other. They never expected their time together across the globe would be a breeze. Let alone be seen as a couple. Though thanks to the idea Evie thought of, it helped a lot more than they expected.
Evie dyed her hair scarlet and made her appearance a bit more vibrant than what she normally goes for. She felt discomfort at first since she never had interest in standing out, but with the praise Jacob gave her, it gave her a confidence boost with a hint of flattery she always loved from him.
"I must say, it's unusual to see you stand out more with such vibrant colors that it worries me it'll attract several men." Jacob spoke, wrapping his arms around Evie from behind, "With your beauty and grace, I feel I'll lose you again by a different man." He chuckled lightly, kissing her neck softly, nuzzling against her as she braided her hair.
"Oh?" Evie glanced over with a smirk, "Well, you needn't worry, brother." Once she was done braiding, she turned and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, "The only man I see in this entire world, is you." She gave him an eskimo kiss before kissing him softly on the lips.
"As the only woman I see in this entire world, is you." He accepted the kiss.
La nostra prossima tappa è Firenze, in Italia. an announcement left the speaker loudly, Ripeto, la nostra prossima fermata è Firenze, in Italia. (Our next stop is Florence, Italy. I repeat, our next stop is Florence, Italy.)
"We have to thank father for teaching us many languages." Evie chuckled, "Ever wanted to explore Florence, Italy before, Mr. Frye?" Evie questioned.
"Agreed." He let out a small laugh, "I'll explore any place as long as it involves you, Mrs. Frye." He responded with a grin.
Evie's face became crimson by the word, still trying to get used to it. She didn't mind it at all. It was just she never expected to be stated as her brother's wife. Evie kissed him passionately before grabbing his hand and leading him off of the train, jumping off it so they can avoid the crowd. Once they stepped foot on Florence, Italy, they already felt their first day to a new beginning.
1874
Winter
"Christ, Jacob!" Evie screamed out, "I'm going to bloody kill you when this is over!"
"Buona fortuna sopravvivere." The nurse spoke lowly. (Good luck surviving.)
"G-Grazie..." Jacob groaned out, trying to stand Evie's strong grasp as she held his hand. (T-Thank you...)
"I can bloody understand you!" Evie growled, glaring over at Jacob.
"Scusa, amore!--" He cleared his throat to repeat it in his native tongue, "I-I mean, I'm sorry, love!"
"Possa la Creed darti la forza di sopravvivere alla mia ira, Jacob Frye!" Evie hollered out. (May the Creed give you the strength to survive my wrath, Jacob Frye!)
"Oh, dear God..." Jacob became pale instantly after hearing those words, Please give me strength indeed... Jacob whimpered like a puppy, praying he'll survive Evie's wrath.
A Few Hours Later...
Jacob was face down on the floor looking as though he just got knocked out by the strongest man alive. When in all honesty, it was Evie's strength that pushed him on the floor, hard, just by the quick arm wrestle caused by the sharp agony Evie felt for several hours. While Evie lied flat on the bed, both of them looking dead. Though once they heard crying they looked up instantly, their energy beginning to regenerate.
The doctor grinned, holding up the baby, "Would you like to cut the umbilical cord?"
Jacob's face turned pale, quickly shaking his head. Evie looked over, a small chuckle escaping.
"What poppycock is this, Jacob Frye?" Evie scoffed, "Vous avez vu du sang tous les jours. Vous avez vu l'intérieur des parties du corps quitter le corps de notre ennemi et pourtant vous n'êtes pas d'accord sur la coupure du cordon ombilical?" She spoke in French so others would not understand. (You saw blood every day. You have seen the inside of the body parts leave the body of our enemies and yet you do not agree on cutting the umbilical cord?)
"Oh, shut up..." Jacob looked away, feeling embarrased, "I'd like to be the first one." He held out his hands, looking like an impatient child, waiting to receive his present.
The nurse placed their child in a blanket before handing over to Jacob. Jacob looked down at their child then at Evie with a gentle gaze, some tears of happiness sliding down his cheeks as he walked over to Evie.
"You did great, love." Jacob kissed her forehead, hugging her, burying his face in her hair, "You did wonderfully."
Jacob handed their child to Evie, "Welcome, Cecily Evelyn Frye..." Evie whispered with a beam as tears escaped her eyes as well, "Welcome..." Jacob and Evie held their child tenderly with love, losing track of time as their main focus was their new born daughter.
1892
Winter
"Exactly like that, Cecily! Keep it up!" Jacob spoke up, "Find an opening and strike!" Cecily followed her father's instructions word by word.
"Don't forget to block!" Evie joined in, "Keeping track of their pattern to avoid their hits will help you on finding an opening!"
"What your mother said!" He chuckled lightly, glancing over at Evie, "Yes! You're doing it! Like that! Now make them lose their balance and end it with a swift strike!"
"Mainly aim for the temple or their throat!" Evie spoke.
"Yes! Brilliant!" They cheered at their daughter, once they saw everyone, but their child on the ground.
"Bravo, Cecily! I knew you could do it!" Jacob pulled her in by the head to kiss her temple, his face glowing with joy.
"You did wonderfully, Cecily." Evie hugged her, giving her a look of proudness.
"Thanks father, mother." She smiled up at both of them.
"I see you move swiftly just like your mother." Jacob smiled softly, looking over at Evie.
"And I see you strike hard just like your father." Evie showed the same expression in turn.
"Alright already... stop being all lovely-dovey around me. It's my birthday, so don't ruin it." Cecily chuckled, moving between them to walk ahead.
"Ah, yes. Seeing as to how you did great, what would the birthday lass, turning eighteen, like to do the rest of the day?" Jacob asked.
"Anything you wish, love." Evie added.
"Anything?" Cecily asked with a mischievous grin.
"Anything, but that." Evie spoke first. Guessing it was either her wanting to learn more on free running or their family history.
"You said anything, though, mother..." She pouted.
"Oh, come on, love." Jacob chuckled, nudging Evie, "Let the lass have this. She earned it."
Evie groaned, rolling her eyes, "Fine, love. Fine. What is it you wish, darling?"
"I want to know more about my grandparents. Especially more about the brotherhood." She spoke with a look of plead, "I want to know more of how you two joined and why you left..." She looked down, "It wasn't because of me... was it...?" The lass looked up at them.
"Of course not, lass!" Jacob began, "You're not the reason we left!"
"N-No! Not at all, darling!" Evie joined, "We just... it's a long story we mustn't speak of..." She embraced her, "But we can tell you more about your grandparents and the brotherhood. Alright, love?"
Cecily nodded with a faint grin, satisfied enough to get most of what she wants to hear, "Alright, mother."
The lass turned to reach home first, leaving Jacob and Evie behind, feeling guilt begin to slowly grow.
"It's for the best..." Jacob spoke lowly. Evie agreed with a small hum.
"Race you home, father!" She turned to look at Jacob, then began to bolt.
"You're on, lass!" Jacob laughed, catching up.
Evie breathed out a laugh, shaking her head as she admired looking at the two most precious people she loves so dearly looking as happy as ever.
Once they reached home, they stopped, catching their breath. Cecily still all energetic while Jacob looked beat.
"Nicely done, lass... Nicely done." He chuckled, leaning against the wall.
"Thanks, father." She smiled, "I did learn from the best after all."
"Ah, lass." He grinned, patting her head.
"Mother, of course." She smirked.
Jacob gasped sarcastically, "I'm hurt, darling... why hurt father like this?" He said, placing his hand on his chest, acting hurt.
"I'm just joking, father." She giggled, "Hm?" She looked down, noticing a letter with Jacob's name on it. Cecily handed it to him, "A letter for you, father." She looked up, "Who is it from?" Cecily cocked her head to the side, curious.
"Hm? A letter? For me?" Jacob opened the letter, "Christ..." He spoke lowly.
"What's the matter, love?" Evie asked, walking up to them.
"Hm? Oh! N-Nothing to worry about, darling." Jacob looked up for a second before looking back down at the letter, "Nothing at all..."
Jacob crumpled up the letter and shoved it deep in his pocket, pretending all was fine and dandy. When in all honesty, nothing was fine at all. But he hid it well, so they can spend a nice, peaceful, and fun evening for their daughter's birthday.
Hours Later...
Cecily passed out when the clock struck midnight. Jacob and Evie chuckled in awe seeing their daughter passed out, her head resting on the table, a fork still in her hand from eating her sixth piece of cake.
"Just like her father..." Evie giggled, glancing over at Jacob, "Always the fastest eater with a black hole of a stomach."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Jacob laughed, "So, must we carry her to her room...? With the muscles she has, who knows--"
"You can do it, love." Evie patted his shoulder, "It'll make you stronger."
"Uh-huh... right." Jacob sighed deeply as his shoulders dropped, "Ah, lass..." He chuckled faintly, knowing his daughter is as light as a feather, just too exhausted to carry her.
Once Jacob put his daughter to bed and kissed her forehead with a silent goodnight and one last birthday wish, he turned off the light and walked out of her room with a soft grin. The young man closed the door quietly, then leaned against it, pulling out the letter, rereading it, hoping he read it wrong, but there was no luck. Everything stated on it was as clear as day. A deep sigh escaped. He covered his face with one hand, groaning with frustration as he clenched tightly on the letter.
"Everything was going magnificently, too..." He dragged his hand down his face before groaning with irritation, "Bloody hell..."
"What's wrong, Jacob?" Evie walked up to him, concerned.
"Hm? Oh... n-nothing, Evie." He sighed.
"Jacob, what are you hiding from me?" Evie asked, sensing secrecy.
Jacob was silent for several seconds before looking up, "I received a letter." He had trouble speaking since it was something he never knew would reappear in his life, "It appears there's someone reeking havoc in London." Jacob held up a letter and a piece of newspaper from London, "Someone that appears the police officers nor detectives can capture."
Evie picked the pieces of paper and read through both of them, "Bloody hell..." She whispered, "We should go back and help them."
Jacob didn't exactly know how to respond. He knew the right answer. He knew they had to return and help everyone. The only issue he had with this thought is having Evie along side him.
"You're right..." He smiled faintly, "But I'm going to have to go alone."
"Jacob, you shouldn't do this alone." Evie walked up to him, upset, "Don't put me through the same position Henry--"
"I'm not treating you like Henry did, Evie." He huffed, "I want you to stay and keep Cecily away from London. I don't want her to end up in any danger."
Evie sighed as she looked down, "Of course..." She couldn't disagree, "I'd like to say she's at the age of assisting us with moments like these, but... I do not want to place her in any danger at all. Especially not at this age."
Jacob nodded, "Though..." He wanted to ready Cecily for the future, but as a father, he feared the thought of losing her, "Never mind..." He shook his head.
"You want her to join, but fear the future results that could lead to a possibility of losing her... don't you, love?" Evie asked, "I understand..." She laughed lowly.
"Well, we trained between age six and seven... and father began to give us missions at age eighteen." Jacob added, "I don't want to lose her, but I also don't want to keep her away from what she's aiming for."
"I know..." Evie looked down, "Let's not involve her in this one. She just turned eighteen. I don't want her involved in any danger. Not yet."
"Agreed." Jacob nodded with a faint chuckle, "I'm leaving tonight. I'll be quick so I can return as soon as possible."
"Alright..." Evie gave a crooked grin, her chest beginning to tighten.
Jacob prepared himself to leave. He packed light so he doesn't have to deal with any hassle later, "I hope the train's still running..."
"I bet it will be." Evie laughed lightly, hugging him from behind, kissing his shoulder blade.
Jacob turned with a soft grin, "Good." He chuckled, "You're always right after all."
Evie let out a giggle, shaking her head, knowing there are times when she makes mistakes. She didn't want to admit it though.
"I'm going..." Jacob sighed, "Stay safe, love. Both of you."
Evie nodded, "You as well." She wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest, admiring the scent she's going to miss, "Hurry."
Jacob gave her a passionate kiss before leaving. Their chests tightening because of separation, but then loosened by the thought of a safe return. Little did they know, their daughter listened in on their conversation, leading her to want to go after her father.
Hours Later...
It was an early morning when he arrived. He felt nostalgic once stepping foot on London. The man could not believe he would return. But he had no complaints since hes always wanted to return. Hes missed everything whenever he told stories to his daughter.
"Jacob...?" He jolted once hearing a familiar voice.
He turned slowly, his eyes widening, "Rose..." He breathed out a laugh, a small smile appearing along.
"Mother, who's that?" Someone spoke from behind Rose.
Jacob froze once seeing a young lad happen to be a spitting image of his younger self.