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Coltland Mary Seavers and Ryland Grace Seavers were born Thursday 17th of February 1991, a warm summer evening where the sun was just starting to set - the sky painted in a beautiful mix of warm oranges and pinks with the slightest hints of purple. Identical twins born to parents who left them at the hospital - so they called the emergency contact on file to take them, the emergency contact being none other than Holland March Seavers.
The brother to their father they didn’t even know and overnight Holland found himself raising twin boys who looked exactly like him, Holland and his brother were identical twins themselves - it made it easy to pass the twins off as his own as well, they looked like him. He played the role as a single parent, the twins knew he was their uncle when they got older but they always saw him as dad even if they wouldn’t say it outright but Holland knew.
When Ryland woke up he had no idea to who he was or where he was, he saw two other people in sleeping pods but they had decayed beyond recognition and it made him cry for reasons he couldn’t understand - he tried for what felt like weeks to try and figure out who he was but nothing seemed to be coming to mind at all.
He spent forever trying the same thing and expecting a different outcome - the very definition of insanity but the more he tried? the more frustrated he felt every time he failed. That was until he caught his reflection in a metal table in the lab he was looking around to find any clues to why he was there and what he was supposed to be doing.
When he saw that messy shoulder length blond hair and beard coating his cheeks and chin - his brain had some sort of weird epiphany and supplied him with a memory. Finally! He felt like he was getting somewhere, even if it was a small step - it was a step forward regardless.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this for a film role” the figure muttered as he looked at himself in a mirror. “This is so fucking stupid I look homeless.”
The muttering was short-lived when a loud knock came from nearby and then a voice called out: “Colt! Five minutes until you’re wanted for the stunts - get your ass out here!”
The man didn’t even seem to roll his eyes or be annoyed - he had this weird glint in his eyes that told him that he loved what he was doing and enjoyed it thoroughly.
Finally his brain supplied him with something! Ryland figured he was a stuntman - pretty cool, he thought as he mulled over what his brain supplied.. and his name was Colt. He thought the name was cool too - so he was a really awesome guy who was a stuntman and seemed to love his job.
So now he had a name for himself and had what he did for a living, it still didn’t explain why he was in space or what he was supposed to be doing but he was glad he got something - even if it came from catching his own reflection on the metal table in the lab he was looking through.
He still didn’t know why a spaceship had a lab but he figured he’d find that out at some point - he didn’t understand why his brain supplied him the memory from the third person pov but then again he was thankful he had a name for himself and knew what career he had. The man continued to search and found a pair of thin wire framed glasses, he didn’t know why but he found himself putting them on. At least now he could see, that was a bonus. Ryland continued to search the lab, his newfound eyesight made it easier to see clearer and boy could he see clearer - the next thing he stumbled upon was a polaroid image and poof! Second memory unlocked!
“why are we doing this?” Colt complained as he tugged at the material of this ugly, itchy Christmas sweater. The sweater had ugly red’s and green’s - supposed to mimic that of Christmas but clearly it was cheap and the material was not comfortable at all, he looked like he wanted to burn it with how uncomfortable it was.
“Colt I swear you complain about this every year, this is tradition! Besides you don’t see Ry complaining.” Holland responded as he finally got the camera set up and rushed toward the two twin boys to stand with them, it was something he’d done every year without fail. All three of them wearing different Christmas sweaters and each one went into the ever growing photo album Holland had - he may have been a bit of a shitty detective but he wasn’t stupid either. He had been documenting everything to do with Ryland and Colt (his dear nephew’s he loved deeply) since he got that call from the hospital.
Ryland stood with both his uncle and his brother as the camera whirred to life and took the picture, he loved this yearly tradition but Colt put up with it to entertain his brother and his uncle - though deep down? Colt loved it just as much as Ryland did, even if he complained and groaned about it every time that stupidly old camera was pulled out from the storage closet.
“huh” was the only noise that filled the air for the longest moment, Ryland started at that grainy polaroid for what felt like forever. “I have a brother” he said finally, subconsciously he felt this need to just.. talk. To fill the silence around him with mindless chatter. “And I have a dad? They both look so cool, my brother is Ry? Must be short for like Ryan or something.” He shoved that picture into the pocket of a hoodie he’d found when he raided the storage in this space ship, he assumed it was his as the size fit him but he didn’t know for sure.
”okay” Ryland said as he grabbed a whiteboard pen and wobbled his way towards the nearest whiteboard and began writing. “I have a brother, his name is Ry.” He began, his writing looked like a spider crawled along a page and died but it was eligible. “And I have a dad.” Slowly, the whiteboard filled with what he knew about himself - his name was Colt, he was a stuntman and he had a twin brother and a dad. “Wait” he blurted out suddenly “what about mom? Why wasn’t she in the picture?” Ryland didn’t know why but that question seemed to bother him for some reason and he started a new list of things to figure out - at the very top was to figure out why a stuntman was in space (and what for) and to figure out why his mom wasn’t in the Polaroid picture he’d found.