Brutus Blackthorn, the rather odd and always distant- in more ways than one- cousin, to Julian and his siblings. The Blackthorns- and Emma who only met him once, at Helen’s Wedding- saw him rarely. The Blackthorn Siblings only saw him when visiting their Great Aunt Marjorie, or with Emma on the never expected check ups he made to make sure all was in order.

He was Ty’s favorite cousin however, the two sharing similar interests and sharing the same stark contrast from the rest of the Blackthorns- that they were more or less, physically or otherwise- the black sheep of their family.

His family, even if they never saw him often, could tell you his name rarely fit him, rather a gentle giant who kept to his literature,music, and himself.

Now though, he was in the main entry room, his long black hair tied up in a bun that seemed to hold too much and piercing, cold blue eyes looking around. It seemed that ugly and uncomfortable green couch was still here.

"Oh. Guests?" He piqued as his eyes narrowed just a bit to closer to inspect the two people standing beside Emma.