|Katie A. Bell (mynameiskatie) wrote in impetuousrpg,|
@ 2011-11-17 13:37:00
|Entry tags:||char: clint warrington, char: katie bell|
Who: Clint and Katie
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Flats in Chelsea
What: Sibling talking
Rating: Very low
Katie stared around the spacious living room, taking in the tall ceilings and wood floors. The afternoon light was wonderful and of all the places that she'd looked at. This one was her favorite. The Wizarding borough in Chelsea was quiet and small and she'd grown very familiar with it the past few months. The problem? This flat was in Marcus Flint's building and even worse, nearly across the hall. Ironically, it was the bloke who'd caught her in her knickers who had put his place up for sale. Just down the hall, Marcus's flat resided and in it, a host of memories she didn't think she was ready to deal with. She missed him but this was for the best. She couldn't make him happy or give him what he needed and that hurt her most of all. She tried to think of being with him and the only thing she could see was her captor, moving over her. Grunting. Holding her wrists. Her breathing began to quicken and she closed her eyes, pushing those thoughts away from her.
Staying with Oliver had been keeping her sane. His calm, easy demeanor was what she needed. Though, sometimes, she thought he looked at her with a strange expression that she couldn't name. She knew he felt like he failed her and she felt like a constant reminder of that. Even if she didn't think he had, his guilt made her feel guilty. She was intruding and she didn't want him to look at her and hate himself. That killed her most of all.
Shaking, she took a deep, steadying breath and moved to the door. If she was honest, part of the appeal was that she knew Marcus wouldn't let anything happen to her if she was this close. But, well, that wasn't really fair to him and she wasn't so sure she could make him uncomfortable. On the other hand, she was vulnerable and scared. She'd thought she'd been ready for a quiet place in the country but an hour in the house just outside of Hogsmeade had her shaking and terrified.
Sighing, Katie's fingers traced the window sill, staring out at what could be her new view. It'd be a nice place to live. That was for sure. She moved to the center of the living room and sat down in the middle of the floor, pulling her knees up, letting her head rest on her arms. She didn't even hear the footsteps across the flat and when she looked up, she was surprised to see Clint Warrington staring at her with something other than complete hatred and disdain.
"You okay Bell?" he asked, somewhat uncomfortably. Clint had been heading to Marcus's to grab Sam and take her over to his place for a bit. Daphne was being crazy and thinking she was fat. He didn't know what to do about that so he just let her cry and told her she was beautiful and that she wasn't fat, that she was pregnant. Astoria was going stir-crazy and he didn't blame her. However, they had one last game to get through and Clint was taking Daphne out of the country. Spain would be a nice break and maybe some sun would help. He didn't know what to do about Astoria. He had a feeling she wouldn't go. She'd been sneaking out and while he didn't want to yell at her for it, he had a feeling he knew where she was going.
His sister looked up at him, surprise and something else in her eyes. Raising a brow, he noted the circles, the way her skin looked pallid and just... tired. The dark hair just made her look more pale and he understood the need for anonymity but he thought that hiding behind a different hair color was another form of escape because with dark hair? Katie Bell looked like a completely different person.
Katie stood up, feeling like an idiot but she just nodded. "I'm okay," she said, though, she didn't really believe it and the raised brow (was his brow always raised?) made her feel like he didn't believe her either. "I meant to owl you," she murmured, hands stuffed in her pockets. "I don't think I want to meet him yet."
Clint stared at her, not sure what to do. He had a hard time reconciling himself as Katie Bell's older brother. He'd had a little sister and she'd died. Katie wasn't family to him. Well, she was but he didn't know how to form any sort of bond or relationship with her. They were too different. He'd spent most of his life being annoyed by her and fighting with her. Though, now that he thought about it, that was the sort of relationship siblings had. His lips turned up at the corner and he shook his head, amused by the irony. "Listen," he said, taking a step forward. He stopped, blood running cold when she stepped back.
"Sorry," she said, a faint tinge of pink moving over her cheeks. "I do that sometimes..." It was why Marcus had left her, wasn't it? She flinched at his touch. Moved away from him in bed. That wasn't a relationship any man would want to be in.
Nodding, Clint felt something akin to fury and anger well up inside of him. He might not have been the biggest Katie Bell fan but watching a woman flinch and seeing the spirit knocked out of her reminded him too much of Daphne. She was getting over it, sure, but Katie had been tortured and violated repeatedly and he thanked Merlin that Conway never forced himself on his wife. Full of life Katie Bell was a shell of what she used to be. He could see it and he felt awful. Clint didn't want to feel anything towards his bastard half-sister but he did and that frustrated him. He couldn't handle anymore women in his life. Daphne, Astoria, Tracey, his mum? They were enough. Not to mention Sam. He barely had time for any of them, let alone his sister.
"Listen," he said, trying to find the words. "I know we're not exactly friendly but you are my sister. I know we don't agree on a lot of things and you see me as an elitist snob and honestly?" He shrugged, a sardonic smile playing over his features. "I am. But you got over it with Flint. So... if you need anything, you're family. My sister. Just let me know, okay?"
Katie's eyes widened with every word and she just stared at him, feeling confused. Nodding, she said nothing, unable to make her voice work. Marcus had always said Clint was loyal to those he cared about and the idea that Warrington felt anything for her other than complete disgust was a shock to her system. He'd come by the hospital and visited but hadn't said anything. This was the first time they'd really acknowledged one another as family and it was a little more than she wanted to deal with right now. "Thanks," she murmured, glancing around.
"So what're you doing here, anyway?" he asked, glancing around the empty flat. It was nice. Sunny and open. He liked it.
"Oh," Katie said, following his gaze. "Sarah and the baby and her boyfriend... I can't deal with them and they don't have a place to go. I thought I might get a new place and this is my favorite."
Clint raised a brow and crossed his arms. "You really think it's a good idea to live on the same floor as your ex-boyfriend?" he asked, flatly.
Shaking her head, Katie crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing her upper arm. She felt cold and tired. "Not really," she murmured, looking around. "But it's nice and I feel safe here... I didn't feel safe at the others. It was too quiet in Hogsmeade and... I was taken in Puddlemere. I just- It's nice knowing that someone who you trust is just down the hall..." It was stupid and she couldn't believe she'd just admitted to that.
Clint's face softened and he stepped closer and he was pleased that this time, Katie didn't flinch. He placed his hands gently on her arms, realizing he'd never been this close to her. Other than when he'd broken her ribs in last years match. He understood her need to feel safe and he knew, that even if they'd broken up, there was still a lot between Katie and Marcus. Sighing, he pulled her into a gentle hug. Merlin's fucking beard. He was hugging his sister. He felt her hesitate and stiffen but after a moment, her arms wrapped around him and he gently stroked her back. "It'll be okay, Bell," he said, softly, wondering wht the fuck he was supposed to do with this. He wanted to tell her she could stay with him but he had a feeling she needed quiet and his house was anything but lately.
Pulling back he gave her a half smile. Looking around once more he nodded. "It suits you," he said, rocking back on his heels.
Katie didn't know what to think of his hug or what had just transpired. She took it for what it was. A comforting moment between two very hesitant siblings. "Yeah," she said, looking around. "I like it a lot. It's just... a little weird." She should feel more about moving across from Marcus. She'd see him with other women and that should bother her. And it did, a little. But not enough to outweigh the need to be near someone she trusted and who'd keep her safe.
"Just a little," he said, smiling. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I should go."
"Give Sam a hug for me," Katie said, smiling, mirroring his actions. "And... thanks. For everything."
Clint nodded and headed to the door before pausing and turning around to look at her. "It's okay to want to be near him. He saved you and I think he'd understand and probably be a bit honored you trust him that much." He grinned and raised a brow though his next words were serious. "Not many do." He gave a small wave and headed out the door and down the hall. What a weird fucking day.
Katie thought about what Clint said and she absently returned his wave. It was strange but he was right. She trusted Marcus, implicitly and while things were different between them, she found that she didn't want him out of her life. She wanted to be his friend. And worst of all, she glanced at the door, she was starting to think her brother wasn't so bad after all.