Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-06-13 07:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | saint darerca, saint george, saint patrick |
Who: Patrick, George and then Darerca
What: Just visitin'
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Patrick's!
Things were looking up. David was safe and he remembered who he was. Famine had stopped interfering with Patrick, and so he wasn't constantly hungry, though he certainly hadn't gained all the weight he had lost back yet. He still felt far better than he had in a long time. Patrick's sister was here and around, and Patrick loved her. Things really did seem so much better.
Things had a way of changing quickly around them, however, and Patrick didn't like wasting a good mood. He texted his brother, demanding George's presence just because. He had no ulterior motive in wanting George to visit. He didn't need George's help with anything. He didn't need protection or support. It was nice to ask George to come over for no reason other than just to see him.
George came prepared, his arms full of snacks. Chips, pretzels, baked goods, they were all there. He beamed at Patrick when his brother opened the door.
"You are going to eat until you want to puke," George said.
"No argument here," Patrick said, beaming back as he pulled George into the apartment. "I have been eating almost constantly." He took some of the snacks from George's arms to help lighten his load. "You're smiley. It's nice!"
"Good, you were losing too much weight again," George said, dumping the remaining items on the kitchen table. Once his arms were free, he pulled Patrick into a bear hug and ruffled his hair. "And of course I'm smiley. Dewi is Dewi again, and Famine's being nice to you again."
Patrick laughed as George ruffled his hair and then he ran his fingers gingerly through it. "Careful, it hasn't stopped falling out. I brush my hair in the morning and then my brush looks like it's also sprouting red hair. It's annoying, but it'll stop soon. I saw you talking to Famine," Patrick said, reaching for one of the bags of pretzels on the kitchen table. "Was it all...friendly?"
George gave Patrick a kiss on the forehead to make up for ruffling his hair and pulled open a box of Fudge Rounds. When he was trying to remind people of the joys of food, he never went wrong with chocolate.
"It was," George said, feeling a little surprised. "She seemed kind of apologetic about it, which makes me think maybe it wasn't her idea in the first place."
"I never thought it was," Patrick admitted quietly, taking one of the Fudge Rounds for himself. "She did say focusing on me meant she wouldn't let loose on a bunch of randoms in the middle of the city, and I could accept that. But I still think she was covering for someone. Her scales are still on the wall outside the building though. It...actually makes me feel really safe. Does that make sense?" he asked, stuffing the chocolate into his mouth.
George glanced towards the wall of Patrick's apartment, like he could see through it and take a look at the scales on the side of the building.
"If it means some random demon isn't going to start taking potshots at the people here, then yeah, I'm glad they're there too," George said. He rubbed a hand through his own hair. "Things have settled down a little for me, with War gone. Maybe whatever this was isn't going to happen again."
Patrick knew George felt badly for what had happened between himself and War, so he reached out to take George's hand in his. "I hope so," he said, his expression bright and cheerful, like he actually believed everything would be absolutely okay.
"It's nice to see you when something drastic isn't happening!"
It was hard to be a pessimist in the face of Patrick's happiness, and George grinned and pulled his brother into another hug.
"Hey, I brought my old N64," George said. "It's in the bag with the Pringles. I figured you'd probably be up to some Mario Kart no matter how you were feeling."
Patrick gave George an adoring look as he said, "I feel perfectly fine, George. But I would relish in the chance to trounce you electronically!" There was a knock on the door, however, and Patrick held up a hand. "Just a second!"
Patrick trotted to the door and he pulled it open, immediately grinning when he found his sister on the other side of it. "Dee!" he said happily, pulling her into a hug.
"Oh...gosh," she breathed, and then she spotted George over Patrick's shoulder. "Er...hi, George."
"Hey, Darerca!" George said, giving a little wave as he leaned against the table. "You came at exactly the right time, we have snacks and Mario Kart. I hope you like Hostess stuff, because there's like four boxes here."
Darerca couldn't get over George being friendly to her. It was strange and slightly uncomfortable. Especially since she couldn't help the small amount of jealousy she felt that Patrick had taken George, David and Andrew as brothers. As if she wasn't enough, somehow. But she wasn't one to refuse kindness either, so she smiled at him when Patrick finally let her go.
"I love Hostess," she said with a nod. "Though you should keep them away from me, or Patricius won't get any."
"I will wrestle you for them," Patrick said, quite seriously.
"He bites," Darerca informed George. "Does he bite you?" she asked, ruffling Patrick's hair.
"Patrick is a biter," George said with a grin, ruffling Patrick's hair as well as he passed by them. At this rate, Patrick was going to look like he'd been electrocuted.
George started plugging the Nintendo 64 into the TV, asking over his shoulder, "Hey, Dareca, ever played Mario Kart? I'm going to kick Patrick's butt."