Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-05-13 09:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | saint george, saint patrick |
WHO: Patrick and George and maybe more, I dunno.
WHAT: Finding George in his bed. (Sims is inspiring, shhh)
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: David and Bridget's apartment
WARNINGS: TBD but likely none
Patrick's flight had been long and nerve-wracking, even if he had been sat beside the calm Padraig who had continuously told him to calm down. Patrick hated flying and he was nervous about returning home. It helped that he was able to send Padraig to John and then head to his brother's house. He wanted to make sure David was alright.
After a brief hello and Bridget forcing some food on him, Patrick headed to the guest room where he was going to be staying for about two days. And it was in there that he found someone he hadn't really expected.
George was pretty sure that his explanation to Bridget and David had made no sense. Something about the house being too empty without Sebastian and he was tired and could he just take a nap there for a little while? But they had agreed, possibly because as eccentricities went, this one wasn't too bad.
Sebastian had said he was going on a trip. Just a short one, shouldn't take long, don't worry.
Sebastian had done some kind of negotiation with Lucifer and Satan not too long ago.
George had his suspicions, basically, and they were terrible and frightening. Patrick had said he'd be at Bridget and David's, and George had a very strong desire to talk to Patrick. So he'd waited, and managed to fall asleep in the process. He really hadn't been sleeping well, after all; his dreams were full of stars morphing into teeth.
So it was with some relief that he woke up from his impromptu nap to see his brother. "Patty!"
Seeing George sleeping in the guest bed was a bit of a surprise. He was so long and he took up the entire bed with the spanse of his body. Patrick was used to his brother looking strong and sure; his height making him seem somewhat superhuman to a little brother who looked up to him so much. Seeing him look sleepy and vulnerable was strange and slightly off-putting. It caused a niggle of worry in his belly.
"Hey, Sleepy Sleeperson," Patrick murmured at his brother. George's hair was hanging in his eyes and Patrick reached down to push it out of the way. "Didn't except to find you here." He leaned down to plant a kiss on George's forehead. "You seem fizzy. Is everything alright?"
George wrapped his arms around Patrick and tugged his brother down onto the bed.
"I'm...I don't know. I'm alive." He buried his face in Patrick's shoulder. "How was Ireland?"
Being pulled down to the bed was something Patrick very much didn't mind. He was weary and he still felt like he was going up and down in a plane though his feet were firmly on the floor.
"Ireland was...mm." Patrick stroked George's hair worriedly. "Georgie, is something wrong?" They could get to him later.
"Sebastian did something and he won't tell me what and now he's gone and I worry that he'd going to come back dead." Well, that had not been what he planned to say at all. But the words had burst out of him without any input from his brain.
"You saw him saying that we didn't need to worry about Hell's gruesome twosome eating our loved ones, right?"
Patrick clenched his jaw and he sniffed. "Yeah. I saw that. He must have done something- Funny how he told us not to antagonise them and-" It was harder to be angry and annoyed at someone when their husband was in your arms saying they feared for that person's life.
Patrick's grip on his brother tightened. "I mean I'm sorry. I didn't know he was gone. Do- do you think they have him?" That was a pretty terrifying thing to contemplate. If they did, were they honestly just supposed to wait for Sebastian to come home? How was this supposed to fix anything? The need to rescue his brother-in-law, no matter how annoyed he was with him at that moment in time, made Patrick feel sick to his stomach.
"Nah, I'm pretty pissed at him about that too," George said, doing his best not to sniffle. "Sebastian's never been afraid to ignore all his own advice if he thinks it'll help someone, and I love that about him, but I really want to punch him right now because of it."
He rested his head on Patrick's shoulder. "He said that he was just taking a trip for a week, to do charity work. He seemed pretty sure about it being just a week. And I wanted to fight about it, or stop him from going, but I just..."
George shrugged helplessly. He hated feeling helpless.
Maybe he was just on a trip. Maybe- But the timing-
Patrick groaned loudly and he slapped his hand across his eyes. "Why did I even come hoommmmeeee?" he whined, though being here for George was definitely something he was glad about. "And he doesn't want us going after him because that's...apparently bad or something? I don't- I don't know."
"He made some kind of deal with them," George said, with the depressed surety of someone who really wished he wasn't as sure. "It's not for his soul, but it had to be something. You've dealt with them enough to know they don't back off just because someone says 'please' really nicely. I don't want to talk to David or Bridget about it, because they're under enough stress as it is and they'd feel guilty. I just want to punch all of Hell in the face, is that so much to ask?"
"No," Patrick mumbled, feeling worse than he felt when he had left for Ireland. Of course this would be happening when he got back. Of course. "It's not too much to ask. I'm sorry he felt he had to do that, George. It's-" don't say stupid, don't say stupid, "unfortunate."
"It's so stupid," George muttered against Patrick's shoulder, squeezing his brother into another hug. "I'd be sleeping on the couch for the next decade if I ever even thought about making a deal with them."
George felt a little better just from saying everything out loud. Confession really was good for the soul. "He said he'd be back Wednesday. He seemed pretty sure."
Patrick was pretty sure that was true. Sebastian never would have let George made a deal with them. He didn't even like George being near them, though Patrick had to agree with that. "Just so you know, you would be sleeping on...my couch if you made a deal with them too. Argh, my metaphor fell apart there. Don't make deals with devils. It's...stupid." Patrick groaned and he kissed George's hair. "I don't know what to- Can you stay here until then? You shouldn't be alone."
George couldn't help the tiniest smile. He'd really missed Patrick.
"I would be sleeping on the couch of your good graces," George said. "And I don't want to impose on David and Bridget. I mean, I already just showed up on their doorstep and kind of demanded that they let me nap here. And I have to be home to let the dogs out and make sure Basil isn't up to anything too nefarious."
"I dunno, Dewi might need someone to impose on him. He hasn't been talking to anyone and I worry," Patrick sighed and he cuddled into his brother. "Yeah. Animals need you. I just worry about you."
"I don't want David or Bridget to feel like they owe Sebastian for something they never would have wanted him to do," George said. He reached up and petted Patrick's hair, an old, familiar gesture that made him feel better. "What about you? Are you okay? Was Ireland okay? One of us should be okay."
Patrick decided to maybe leave the subject of Sebastian alone. The very idea that he had made a deal with Satan and Lucifer which meant he was with them; a deal which forced his loved ones not to intervene...it made Patrick feel like puking. He was going to tell himself Sebastian was just doing charity somewhere until he found out otherwise. That way he wouldn't worry himself into doing something irrevocably stupid.
"Uhm..." Patrick wanted to lie, but he couldn't. not even for George's sake. "Well it was illuminating. I think I'm afraid of John. I don't know if I want to go home."
George stiffened, pulling away from Patrick's shoulder to get a better look at his brother. "What do you mean, afraid? Did he do something?"
George's question was difficult to answer because Patrick's fear had originated from something John had done, but what George meant was different.
After clearing his throat and while refusing to look at his brother, Patrick admitted, "he was just so angry with Dewi. And I don't want him to get that angry with me."
George's hackles were up; if John had hurt Patrick at all, George was cutting his head off. That might have been a slight overreaction, but George was not in a very nice mental place.
Still, reassuring Patrick was more important than being angry or scared. "Patty, he loves you. Dewi's not his brother and so he'll be...ruder to him."
Patrick snuffled and he wrapped his arms around one of George's arms. "No, I know. I know that. But- But what if I disagree with him? Will he decide I'm a narcissist because I have my own ideas about things? He's a pacifist, he's not going to like...punch my face or something, but I- I think if he spoke to me like he did Dewi...I think I'd rather be punched, to be honest."
"If he talks like that to you, then you tell him that you don't have to stay around to be treated that way," George said, petting Patrick's hair soothingly. "John is old and pretty sure he's always right, so he could use a mental kick to the head if he starts getting mean."
"I...I don't know if I could." Patrick turned away, slightly embarrassed. "I don't know if I would. I- I might just let him say what he wanted so he wouldn't kick me out..."
"Patty," George said, startled. He turned Patrick to face him. "You sound like a battered wife. If John made you unhappy, you shouldn't stay with him."
And that would make things very, very awkward when John came to visit Sebastian, but George didn't care.
Patrick firmed his jaw. He wasn't a battered wife. John loved him. John was the only person who could love him, at least in Patrick's mind.
"He doesn't make me unhappy! I'm just scared! I don't want to lose him because without him-" Patrick grimaced. "He's the only person who could ever love me."
George took that in. He blinked. He smacked Patrick (gently) on the back of the head.
"Did you hit your head in Ireland or something? Because you're talking like a lunatic."
Patrick gasped in surprise, though the smack hadn't hurt at all. "Hey! No, you just hit my head! I don't- I don't know what to do, Georgie."
George petted the spot he'd smacked in apology. "Patrick, I think John is generally a good guy. But he's so far from the only guy who could love you. What in the world would make you think any different?"
Patrick swallowed roughly and he chewed on his lip while he thought of an answer for that. "Because he's the only person who ever has? Because he fell in love with me before I ever became like this and he still accepts me for who I am now. I don't know. I just don't want to make him angry. I'll just...I'll be quiet and I won't say anything in case it upsets him. I'll just be good."
"I am gonna smack you again," George said. "How would you feel if it was the other way around? What if John wasn't telling you something because he was scared you'd get upset?"
"I'm not scared he'll just get upset, I'm scared he'll- No. No, you're right and it's stupid. Argh. George. I wish I was dead. I just want to be dead." Patrick let his head fall against his brother's chest.
"Yeah, probably not what you need right now," he mumbled there. "Sorry."
George scowled down at his brother, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the way he wrapped him into a tighter hug.
"John loves you, okay?" George said. "You just...you just need to talk to him about what you're feeling, and it'll get better. And if he pulls a Mr. Hyde or something, I'll beat him up."
"I don't know what's wrong with me, George. If- If he hurt me I don't think...I don't know if I would tell anyone. I don't know."
George hugged Patrick closer to him and muttered, half to himself, "We have gotta get your self-confidence up."
Patrick breathed out slowly and he clung tightly to his brother. "Yeah. Let's do that then."