Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Keith didn’t know what it was about the ocean, or any kind of body of water that made things clearer to him. Currently, on his mind – was if he wanted to make a better connection to his siblings. The blowout was a few months old now, but Keith didn’t know how much he wanted to push things. With Elaene, his aunt, in town too – there were a lot of things to be said and done.
On his day off, Keith found himself at the beach. School was in the session, and there was a low chance he would run into one of the younger ones, at least. Though the college was in session, too, right? So maybe Derek was his only worry.
His feet crunched on some of the pebbles to one of his favorite spots, the area Keith called the driftwood graveyard. A beautiful area where large pieces of driftwood fell upon the beach. As Keith made his way to his so-called spot – he noticed someone else. Someone who should be at school. Someone who was attempting to skip rocks.
Keith picked up a smooth rock and stood next to his younger brother. “Are you attempting to skip or are you pretending it’s my face?” he asked, his tone calm and collected. No hint of judgment, because he was sure that if he asked why Nash wasn’t in school – it would be met with some snarky remark. Hell, even his current question could be met with snark.
Fresh air never got old. Classrooms did. ‘You should be outside getting some fresh air and playing’. That’s what adults were always saying whenever kids or teens were cooped up in the house, right? So that's what he was doing, getting the oxygen his brain needed while messing around with some of the rocks.
While Nash felt his reasoning for being down at the beach was justified, he wasn't having much success skipping the rocks across the water. It took him several tries to figure out how to throw them right before one of the rocks would actually jump, most just sank. A noise made him look up. A slightly familiar figure stood beside him. Fucking Keith, great. Just great.
One, two, three. Nash was sure it was just a matter of seconds before the older Breckah would start another round of bullying like he had at the house a couple of months ago. The inquiry by his oldest brother was a casual one and even though it held a lot of meaning it had not been one the teen had expected. ”While that sounds tempting, I’m pretty sure my aim is off.” Nash said spitefully as he kept his eyes on the water before he threw another rock out at the sea. There was no concentration nor control in his try and it failed miserably.
”What are you doing here anyways?” It wasn’t a question of interest, it was more of an accusation.
He watched the anger that Nash had in his throw, and it made him think of his younger self. All mad at the world, thinking that the world was against him. maybe it was, at the time. Now, as he was growing up and more mature - he was learning how to live with life.
Keith didn't bother prodding as to why Nash wasn’t in school. He learned that asking questions to his brothers would get him nowhere. Hell, this small interaction probably wouldn’t get him anywhere. But Keith wasn’t fishing for anything. This was all pure coincidence.
“It’s my day off,” he responded. “I guess I was silly to think this spot was only known to me,” he chuckled, stepping closer to the water line. Fingers played with the rock before he flicked it. Two skips was all he got before the rock sank to the bottom with a heavy plop.
Nash snorted to himself and mentally rolled his eyes when Keith let it know he thought this spot was some kind of secret place only he knew about. As if. His older really brother needed to come down his high horse and stop thinking he was Master and Commander of their family and the entire fucking world. He did not call the shots and Nash was certainly going to let him know that if it came up.
’Your day off of being an ass?” Okay, maybe he needed to reign it in since Keith really hadn’t said a bad word so far but he really couldn’t help himself. Things had been extra intense and fucked up at home after Jace had been taken against his will. Anyone’s will.
The fifteen year old watched as Keith flicked the rock towards the water. Nash was sure it would be some perfectly executed shot so the man could show off some more. While the skips were pretty decent ones it still joined the ones on the bottom that Nash had tossed into the water before. ”Guess you’re not as much of a tosser as I thought you were” he smirked, proud of getting the offensive word in no matter how immature it probably was.
“Probably. Though I can’t promise I dress as a donkey every day at work,” Keith responded picking up another rock. Keith wasn’t surprised by the words Nash had been spitting out. Honestly, it was probably more tame than he was expecting. Teens these days find new ways to douse a lot of venom in their words.
The stone moved between his fingers. “Oh yeah? Then why don’t you show me how to do it properly,” Keith offered – ignoring the jab his younger brother gave. But Nash didn’t need to know the struggle of perfectionism Keith had to battle for most of his life. But nature was one person that could always humble you. There was no such thing as perfectionism. Maybe, timing for a photograph. But nothing appeared to be built perfectly.
