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Yeates (carbonite) wrote in devils_tower,
@ 2009-02-20 02:14:00

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Week Thirteen : thursday

Who: Yeates and Grey
what: Yeates intercepts Grey's meandering through the house, and engages him in a little brother chat
When: Thursday morning
Where: The house, the front room to be exact, on the very threadbare couch he loves soo much.

Yeates didn't like this one bit. He's tried very hard not to ask her to stay and let someone else take care of it, her body had been so lovely and warm tucked in right next to him that he almost actually put up a real fight. He was one step away from loosing all sense and telling her he'd lock her in the room if she actually thought to leave him. She'd left flipping him off good naturedly, after kissing him goodbye, and gone to take care of those pesky and slightly dangerous animals out there that planned to have small children for dinner. He knew English was very capable of taking care of herself and others but now that his preservation and protectiveness kicked in he really hated letting her out of sight...not to mention looking at her was one of his favourite past times. He watched her longingly as she flitted about the house, as she played with the children and Wren...

But now he stared at the ceiling, sprawled out on his favourite couch in the whole house, feet dangling lazily over the edge as he counted the hours until she returned. It'd been quiet around the farm for once, he hadn't seen his brother storm through the house and hadn't heard him break anything that might not be fixable afterwards. He'd even noticed that he'd finally left the house last week and though he was pleased about al this progress he hadn't had a chance to get to talk to his elder brother. Sure Grey probably knew that Yeates was there for him but sometimes he felt these things still needed to be said. But Grey was feeling very 'insidey' he'd noticed and so he'd trodden lightly around him, not really feeling a fight was in order, afterall why should he add to the injuries that pretentious prick (who saved his life) had already given him. Yes, as much as he wanted to kick Wolf into the ground he knew that this was not the best course of action so had occupied himself with other things.

The other things were out right now...and so here he was lying on his back like a lazy toad and wondering if they had any milk for a cup of tea.

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greyed
2009-02-20 02:45 pm UTC (link)

It might have not been the best way to deal with his world, but it certainly was not the first time Grey had shut Yeates out of his personal life and there was no doubt that it would not be the last time either. Although the brother's were close and had always been so, there was no denying that Grey still pulled the big brother routine on Yeates. Although Grey tried to protect William from others, there was a demon that Grey tried to protect his brother from more than anything else and that was his own anger, which could be unruly at best and outright stoppable at worse. This had basically excluded Yeates from all of Grey's hard times, but to be truthful it had excluded many others as well. He didn't like how flawed of a person he could become when he was upset and that was what he tried to hide from those he loved.

Grey couldn't pretend that Yeates didn't know about what Grey could become, the farm was too small for that. It was true though that Yeates had never had to deal with Grey when he lost it, something that Bobby was truly grateful for.

Time seemed to have always been the best medicine for Grey, and enough time had passed now for Grey to realize the truth of the situation. He had boiled it down to everyone was in the wrong, and everything had gotten messed up, but that was fine and that everything was going to work out eventually. He didn't know when Wolf and he were going to have things worked out, but hopefully it would be sooner rather than later.

What had encompassed his life for the last few weeks, and more truthfully the last few months had not made him oblivious to what was happening around him however. He had let it slid for a week, mostly because he wasn't ready to talk about it then, but now he had finally decided to let the cat out of the bag so to speak. Most might have thought that Grey wasn't all that aware of the goings on, but they would have been mightily mistaken.

Grey had been waiting for English to leave on what he knew was a coyote run-down, and when she did he finally after weeks made his way back into the house after his morning chores. It wasn't exactly rocket science to locate Yeates as he was lying just off the front door on his favourite couch. Tossing a pillow over Yeates face, he said, "Come on Will stop daydreaming and get your ass moving, there's work to be done." It was his best impression of their father, someone he dearly missed when times were hard.

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carbonite
2009-02-20 06:32 pm UTC (link)

Grey continued to stare at the ceiling, making his vision go fuzzy as he let his eyes loose focus and he started to make out bleary shapes in the strange flecks of paint. Who had painted this ceiling? Had his father? He'd been born in this house and knew nothing of its building, curiosity actually had him considering asking Grey if he ever came back to the planet earth. This silent brooding type was getting on Yeates' wick and though he loved his brother dearly he wanted to bash him over the head with a pillow and tell him to let it all out before he put his fist into that he'd only have to repair later.

He squinted to better make out an image in the paint when the world went black, it was light yet firm at the same time and the voice had him freezing, not stopping the pillow from tumbling to the floor. "Holy sheeet," Yeates elongated each word as he turned to better look at the devil himself and a smile pushed it's way to his face. He'd not neglecxted to notice that Grey had used his name and done his best impression of their father that he could muster. Truth of the matter was that voice would have been a blessing right about now, to have that man ordering him around like a pack mule once again would have made his heart sing. Yeates eyed his brothers empty hands, "You outta food?" he pushed himself to sitting on the couch picking up the pillow and tossing it back at Grey.

He ran a hand through his hair looking out the window but in a flash he'd turned back to Grey frowning, "Who painted the ceilings in this place?"

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greyed
2009-02-20 08:21 pm UTC (link)

Grey raised an eyebrow at his brother's exclamation, and laughed. "Better watch your mouth, before someone washes it out with soap." Grey had a way of pretending as if nothing had been bothering him for the past two weeks and it was an enticing journey to follow him down, where the world still felt round and whole instead of half empty with the lose of loved ones and a life that no one had thought would change. The reality of the situation was still all around, but when Grey was in a good mood it was like all could be forgotten and everything would turn out just the way it was suppose to. A likely reason so many young children were drawn to the farm way of life.

Grey looked down to his hands and back up to Yeates, "No I'm just not hungry right now." He shrugged and then looked up at Yeates' question and with a half smile of memory said, "Dad taught me how to paint on that ceiling when I was about 8... or maybe 10. You were running around in a cape at that point I think and you wanted to paint the ceiling, but Dad said in a couple years as always." Laughing as the memories flashed through his head, he looked back down at his brother, who was now a man. A little cliche to be sure, but he still thought of his brother as the boy who use to run around after him, even when he entered High School.

"Well want to get going? There's a few things that I could use your help on."

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carbonite
2009-02-21 06:44 am UTC (link)

He rolled his eyes scoffing at the efforts Grey were making to do further impressions of their father. When all you had left were fragments of family you'd expect things to change but it hadn't for them. Grey still acted like Yeats was his typically annoying younger brother that needing helping no matter what he did, but he wasn't going to complain, it was far more than most people had and it was a comfort above all things. Yeates glanced back up at the ceiling trying to recall memories but finding it difficult. A flash of sadness washed through him, when memories were all you had it was hard to not be able to recall one that sounded so fond. "I wish I could remember," he sighed but slapped on a grin moment laters.

Yeates sighed, "But I was real comfortable here Bobby," he whined and rolled his eyes but with one look at his older brother he quietened down. "Fine," he got off the couch slowly and followed him through the house. "You know I'd almost forgotten what you looked like," Yeates pushed him in the shoulder playfully, "You made like Vincent Price and locked yourself in a tower," at least he imagined it would have been a Vincent Price move...

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greyed
2009-03-02 06:44 am UTC (link)

"Sometimes I wish I didn't remember things quite so vividly." A saddened looked passed across his face as well. Grey's memory had always been sharp and when he remembered life before, it was as if he could smell and touch the past. It hurt deeply to open his eyes and remember that the only ties he had left to that world were now Yeates and English. That sadness passed quickly though and within a moment he was back onto the topic at hand.

Grey scoff, "I'm sure you were and I'm sure you've been quite comfy for the last couple weeks within me to drag your ass out of bed." Looking over at his brother who was stride for stride with him down the hall, he laughed as he hit the plaster and then came back at the other and took delight in making him hit the plaster as well. "Well better that than mess up your pretty little face! And then all the girls would have to turn in disgust... so which girl is it this time?" A leading question no doubt, but he always did like forcing his brother to tell him things.

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carbonite
2009-03-02 11:52 am UTC (link)

Yeates laughed thankful that his brother was back, and wasn't being a tiny little emo child anymore, that lock down thing he had going on was seriously starting to become passe and it had started to affect even his mood. "I was," he smirked cheekily.

Yeates smacked a hand to his face and gasped in mock horror, "Not my face!" he rolled his eyes, "What girl? There's no girl," he shrugged, "Have people been gossiping again, damn we gotta sort that out," and avert the eyes, he never was a good liar everything but his eyes were in his expression. He sighed theatrically, "There is no girl," he bowed his head like he realy was having a terrible time.

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greyed
2009-03-02 09:52 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, we do have to get the gossip sorted out, but it's not gossip." Grey started to laugh, he really just wanted to hear it from his brother, than one of the rag tag crew that ran around the house. The 'rag tag crew' was Grey's loving way of talking about those around the age of 11 or 12, that were just starting to open their eyes to the more adult happenings around them and as such told Grey everything they saw. Sometimes he wanted to strangle them when he heard the same thing several times in an hour, but they meant well and truth be told he had found out some very interesting things over the years. Oddly enough they were usually the truth.

Looking at his brother's face he said, "I think thou protests to much." A quote from something or another, than had become a quote in so many books and storied and plays and movies. He couldn't remember the original source at the moment and it slightly irked him. Shrugging, Grey started to walk again and said, "At some point or another you are going to have to man up Will, cuz she won't want you if you don't."

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carbonite
2009-03-03 02:14 am UTC (link)

Yeates crossed his arms over his chest pulling a face of half amusment half annoyance, "The rag tag crew had a field day with this one I bet," me grumbled. It wasn't like he wasn't going to tell Grey at all but the subject may have been delicate, not that he wasn't gunning for him from the start but it had taken him so long to get his act together that he knew Grey had figured him a coward. Doomed to forever watch after her and pretend that he had no other interest in her than a sisterly one...he was doomed until a couple of days ago. Not to mention the fact that if this went south...they always did say 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorn' and it was clear this person was really referring to English herself, who in her own right, had the temper of lucifer and the language manners too.

Rubbing the back of his neck he laughed, "Ah 'man up Will', how many fucking times have I heard that one?" he shook his head, "Besides if you've been listening to the ragamuffins running around here then you already know who my lady is.." though as he stopped he decided that saying it was better than dancing around, "And anywho, I know English wants me," he grinned, "She wants me baad!" his eyes glinted as he thught of the day he'd admitted to her just how he'd felt, hed hardly been able to control himself, and had only just done.

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