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William Arthur Weasley ([info]pasunloup) wrote in [info]thegossipwitch,
@ 2009-03-09 20:43:00

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Entry tags:char: bill weasley, char: donaghan tremlett

Who: Bill Weasley and Donaghan Tremlett
When: Monday, 9 March
Where: Donaghan's place in Dun Chaoin
What: Bill wants to talk to the man
Rating: TBD
Status: private/in progress

It hadn't taken much to find out where Tremlett lived, so Bill didn't bother to notify the man that he was coming. Best to simply show up, not give him a chance to prepare ahead of time. So he rapped on the door and waited.

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-09 11:59 pm UTC (link)
The music had him hard, as he worked out the song in his head -- the sounds travelling from his bass through his headphones and back into his soul without ever sounding into the room as he played. He almost had the beat down, and the melody Kirley had provided was almost tweaked around to fit..... when the drums went off by a sharp rat-tap-rat-tat-clatter! and knocked him right out of the notes.

He ripped off the headphones with a furious "What the bloody --!" and glared around, looking for the culprit. When the knocking came again, he shrugged off the bass, setting it carefully in its stand and strode to the door, ripping it open and glaring out at the person who'd dared interrupt his music. "What?!" he snarled -- then blinked, frowned, and frowned again. "... I know you." His eyes caught on the red hair, then he peered into the pale face. "...you're a Weasley, aren't you?" Suddenly he smiled, stepping back and pulling the door open further. "...Bill, I'm betting. Come on in. I haven't seen you since... well, I don't remember when I last saw you. How are you?"

Then his expression went concerned, "...Charlie's all right, isn't he? You're not here because soemthing happened to Charlie, are you?"

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-10 08:56 am UTC (link)
Bill's arms were crossed as he stood there, lanky and lean and unconcerned by Donaghan's snarling. "Bill, yes," he confirmed. "And it's likely been since Hogwarts, which is a bloody long time."

He stepped in at the invitation, shaking his head. "Charlie's fine. Didn't know you were on the first notice list if he weren't, though, so I'll keep that in mind." Dry humor with an easy smile. No point in coming in swinging. Yet.

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-10 10:01 am UTC (link)
He grinned. "I doubt I'm first on the list, but its the closest link to you so it was first to mind." Donaghan closed the door and turned to head toward the kitchen, "Tea? I have cucumber and cheese sandwiches. Do you think something is better with an overbeat or an under one? I can't quite figure out if I should push the -- " still talking, he vanished around the corner, leaving Bill alone in the stark white-and-black of his front room. His voice echoed slightly as it bounced out of the equally white kitchen -- clearly he either assumed Bill would follow, or had forgotten he had company, though his words did seem directed at someone. Or someones. " -- rhythm or follow it. Get off the counter, no you've already had your tea, now scoot, I'm not sharing my tea with you. Did you want black or green? I just got a lovely new green, but I'm not quite certain what I think of it. No, I said scoot, you can't have any. And don't bring any more guests, I'm running out of cheese. So why are you here?"

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-10 02:53 pm UTC (link)
Bill's eyebrows went up at the seemingly random chatter. He followed Donaghan, who didn't really seem to care whether he did or not, leaning against the doorway as the other man seemingly carried on a conversation with himself, Bill, and a white cat. When the conversation finally faded and left him a place to speak, he said, "Black tea. And are you asking me or the cat?"

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-10 03:11 pm UTC (link)
Donaghan gave him a Look as he busied himself setting out thick white mugs and putting the kettle on the hob to heat. "I know why the cat is here. You've ruled out Charlie, and I don't recall you having a particular afinity for singing, or playing, or writing -- all reasons people randomly appear on my step -- so I can't think of a reason you'd have come." He turned away and dug into the small fridge, pulling out white cheese and cucumbers. "One sandwich or two. Take off your coat -- its not that cold here. Would you like a biscuit? NO, Moggie, shoo!" He waved the cat off the cheese idly -- clearly this was an ongoing battle between the two of them.

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-10 06:49 pm UTC (link)
"Tea's fine, I don't need a sandwich." Bill shrugged out of his coat, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair. Feet set shoulder-width as he stood, easy on the balls of his feet, relaxed but somehow ready.

"One of my best mates happens to be Hestia Jones."

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-11 09:32 am UTC (link)
"Honey? I have clover, fireweed and... " he paused, looking at the third jar in the set, then shrugged and set them all on the table. "Alfalfa I think."

It took a moment for the words to catch up to his busy mind -- already jumping ahead to dinner, and still tracking back along his song, as well as idly wondering if he could talk his visitor into taking home a kitten in a few weeks -- but when he did, he stopped, turned, and looked at him.

....ah. "So you're the one." Suddenly a lot of things started to make sense. "...she's got a photo of you in her kitchen, did you know?" Donaghan grinned at him, suddenly cheerful. "I wondered why the fellow looked familiar."

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-11 10:58 am UTC (link)
"I don't like my tea sweet." Both eyebrows went up when Donaghan turned and finally focused on him.

"The one what? And yeah, of course I knew. It didn't occur to you that bloke in the photo might be related to Charlie, what with all the red hair, hm?"

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-11 11:40 am UTC (link)
"I was thinking of other things at the time." He left it at that -- though it was certainly explaining a lot of things. Instantly distracted, he waved, idly, at the table. "Have a seat? Tea's ready."

But even as he turned away, he was letting his magic slip out, stroke lightly down Bill's song, and listening to it curiously.

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-11 11:41 am UTC (link)
Bill sat, but his comfortable lounge did little to take the energy or readiness from his posture, as if he might on his feet at a moment's notice, which wasn't a stretch given his reflexes. Hands on the table, watching Donaghan, and he didn't say a word, letting the silence go to see what the other man would fill it with to start.

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-11 11:56 am UTC (link)
Pouring the tea into the mugs on the table, Donaghan set the pot between them, tucking a cosy around it to keep it warm, then added honey (the fireweed, after a bit of consideration) to the liquid. Then he turned and set the small plate of neatly cut sandwiches between them, selected one for himself and took a sharp, and precise bite out of it before he looked at Bill again. The man's song was subtle -- deeply underscored with steady bass drums and strings, but the melody was driven by the sharp, pointed notes of a picolo, clear and neatly inserted into the depths of the music.

He let the silence ride again, for another few moments, considering what he'd learnt, then, suddenly smiled. "Do you get a lot of people unexpectedly jumping on you in their own kitchens, mate? You're here for a reason, I'm not stupid you know, but I'm not going hex you or beat you all about the head with a shoe for it, either. Try your tea, think about it, and then tell me what you want."

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-11 01:32 pm UTC (link)
Bill ignored the sandwiches, taking up the tea for a sip as he considered the man across the table. A soft snort of laughter at the assessment. "I'm a curse breaker; on-guard is a natural state of being."

Another sip, considering what he'd seen of Donaghan so far: the way he spoke, the way his mind seemed to be going a million miles a second in as many different directions, but the sharp assessment beneath that. The man was like a tricky curse wrapped in a brightly coloured curse to disguise the real danger beneath. Bill knew better than to ignore the outer shell to pick apart the bit underneath, but he wasn't likely to let the inner bits bite him on the arse, either.

"You and Hes."

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-11 01:41 pm UTC (link)
Unfazed, Donaghan took another bite of his sandwich, arching an eyebrow at the redhead. "...ok?" Without looking, he shot a finger out at the cat who suddenly appeared on the table. "No, Moggie. I mean it. Shoo." An idle flick of his magic -- thoughtless and habitual -- emphasised the point, and the cat turned and left, sending a disgusted backward glace at them as she was compelled to leave the room. "What about me and Hestia?"

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-11 01:43 pm UTC (link)
Interesting.

Disturbing.

Bill's glance flicked towards the exiting cat, then back to Donaghan. "Are you going to let her be?"

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-11 01:53 pm UTC (link)
Now that was an interesting question -- or an interesting phrasing of an interesting concern. Eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the redhead, Donaghan finished his sandwich, then sipped his tea to wash it down before he answered. He could hear the soft rumble of...something under the other's music -- an underlay that wasn't, entirely, Bill; but was still a part of the music nonetheless. He listened harder, trying to figure it out, even as he spoke, "...that's an odd sort of question. Particularly as I've not seen her for nearly two weeks and the last time we had any true correspondence, she contacted me."

He put his tea down, and folded his fingers together, dropping the 'friendly' persona in favour of sorting out this issue as he brought all of his considerable attention to bear on the matter. "Clearly, I'm missing something here -- care to fill me in? Because, honestly? I haven't any idea what you are talking about." Honest bafflement was clear in his expression, as was concern and just the faintest hint of alarm. "What's going on?"

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-11 02:41 pm UTC (link)
Bill's gaze narrowed, irritated. "Oh? Was that when she returned the roses you sent? Or did she return the key you sent after that?"

He'd known Hes a long time, and if Hes was bugged, it wasn't as sweet and innocent as this bloke was making it out to be. Temper started bubbling up, lurking under the surface.

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-11 02:46 pm UTC (link)
Calmly, Donaghan answered, "She sent the key back, with a note, this afternoon."

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-11 02:53 pm UTC (link)
A small tight smile, temper carefully kept in check. "That doesn't count then, does it, mate, as that's not communication but rather an emphatic ending of it, the way I read it. Now again, are you going to let her be? Because when you say you'll let someone be to figure things out, that doesn't mean owling her gifts and a key not long later."

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-11 05:13 pm UTC (link)
Sitting back, Donaghan considered the man in front of him. "Look, mate -- I don't know what's got you all fashed up, but I think you're missing some information on this whole mess. I didn't send her anything for a week after she threw me down naked on her floor, and then up and decided to kick me out in the middle of the deal because I said I thought she was beautiful." He shook his head, clearly baffled by the connection, and no little bit disgusted by it at this point.

"I sent her a couple of chocolates, because, yeah, I missed her. I like her. We got into a discussion and, yeah, I sent her a key. Something small, forgetable, and easily lost, but that I thought emphasised my point. Maybe I mis-calculated, or maybe she misunderstood, but either way, she told me to back off and I did. Its been over a week since I sent her that key, and I haven't owled her, gone to see her, talked to her, or anything else until she up and sent me that key back this evening." Leaning forward, he frowned earnestly. "I'm not sure how you got involved in all this, or what she's told you, but clearly there's some kind of confusion happening. The last time I actually saw her, I was naked on her floor, and she'd put me there...last I knew, that meant a girl was at least interested in you, even if she does have weird hang ups about being given a compliment."

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-13 09:34 am UTC (link)
"She's one of my best mates, that's how I'm involved." Bill's voice was calm and quiet, far too much so. He nudged the tea to one side, leaning forward, hands on the table.

"Last you saw her, she got scared. And left and you said the door was open when she was ready to come back. Did it ever occur to you that a week might not've been enough time for her to sort things out? And that sending her a bloody key screams of the exact shite you're saying you weren't trying to pressure her into?"

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-13 12:55 pm UTC (link)
Werewolf. Donaghan suddenly recognised the odd undermelody to Bill's song. Lightly, he eased back, putting a bit of distance between them, and then deliberatly met the other man's eyes, letting his own honesty show, for once deliberately trying not to hide anything. "No, actually. I was more afraid that she'd try to forget me and completely close me out. I...like her."

He sighed and looked away, uncomfortable with the openness. "She's different. Interesting. Hard to impress and completely oblivious of my money or status." He looked back at Bill. "...you have no idea how many women throw themselves at me -- she doesn't. She doesn't care about it. ...and I didn't want her to shut me out."

He looked away again, and sighed, then rubbed both hands across his face and into his hair. "...I won't bother her again, no. I got the message before you got here --" and now his eyes cut back to Bill's, his expression both pained and wry. "...she didn't need to send a guard dog after me to nip at my heels. I get the message. She's not interested. The fault is entirely mine if I mis-understood." His expression went soft and regretful. "It was never my intention to harass her. Ever."

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-16 08:52 pm UTC (link)
"She didn't send me," Bill snapped. The words scented honest, but they still didn't seem to match motivation. Any bloke should know how that would be interpreted. "Why did you send a key?"

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-16 10:27 pm UTC (link)
With a sigh, Donaghan answered, simply, "...because she was locking me out." Then he looked faintly surprised at his own words, suddenly flushing and looking away before abruptly reaching for the teapot. "More tea?"

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-17 10:05 am UTC (link)
"No." After a moment's pause that would've had Molly snarling at the impoliteness of it, he added, "Thank you."

The snarl had faded to a low growl underlining his words. "She locked you out because you pushed before she was ready. Are you the only bloke on the face of the earth who doesn't think commitment when you see a key to someone's place?"

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-17 10:31 pm UTC (link)
Donaghan met his eyes. "Apparently." Then he sighed, "I see trust, personally, particularly after the commitment aspect has, or so I thought, been firmly laid to rest." He shook his head, then shoved to his feet, putting more distance between them as he leant back against the counter, crossing his arms uncomfortably before him. "I should have known better, should have just... " He shook his head. "She's already got her melody wrapped around someone else, but I thought... " he shook his head again. "I won't bother her anymore. It was never my intention to 'bother' her at all."

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-18 09:03 am UTC (link)
"So you see the problem, what you thought, and what she heard, were in conflict." The wolf had been edged out by reason, and by an attitude more reminiscent of an elder sibling. "You can say you're uninterested in commitment all you wish, but if the signals you send are ones generally accepted as being for commitment, you'll confuse the issue."

A small snort of laughter as Bill drew his tea back and took a sip. "Melody wrapped around someone else? What are you on about?"

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-18 12:51 pm UTC (link)
Donaghan gave him the frustrated sort of look generally reserved for idiots or those who are being deliberately exasperating. "Her melody is syncopated around another beat -- she's got so many rhythms I couldn't hear it at first -- but she's got a stutter step in the staccatto -- the beat is off. She's buried it under other things, but there's an irregularity in the music, her song goes serenza-stretto at the oddest times -- the -- the bridge is nearly non-existant -- " He broke off then, catching the look on Bill's face, scrubbed his hands through his hair and rephrased, trying to explain. "There's something missing -- she's already committed. She's already got her heart set on someone else. She told me not to wait because waiting wasn't something anyone deserved, and then she locked me out -- because she's already waiting for someone."

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-18 02:47 pm UTC (link)
The musical analogies grabbed onto Bill's attention, not letting go as he sniffed around the edge of the words. They meant as much to Donaghan as body language meant to Bill, and he was determined to puzzle through just what that was. But conversation meant letting his subconscious take over on the puzzle and work through it without him.

"Committed? Our Hes?" It wasn't that Hestia was Donaghan's, rather that she was his, and Charlie's, and somehow the phrasing of it made that possession obvious. "She's never found the one, so your inner whatever it is is out of tune, mate."

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-18 03:00 pm UTC (link)
The gaze Donaghan lazered across the room, sharp and fierce before Donaghan caught the magic rising with his temper and leashed it firmly, pulling it back in until the ache started, beating in time with his heart. His tone, when he spoke, was tightly controlled, clipped, both pride and pain woven through it. "I am never out of tune. You need to sniff harder, wolf."

Then he caught himself, blinked, and shook it off, turning away to rub at the ache between his eyes. "...sorry. That was uncalled for." He sighed, then turned back, eyes tired again. "...I think Hestia is keeping secrets from you, if you cannot see she's already found her one."

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-18 03:12 pm UTC (link)
"Then it's her secret to keep." After lecturing Donaghan on not pushing Hes, he was hardly about to admit that he'd do just that when the time was right. But the words were tight, his entire body tense from the shot of something that had slid over his senses, lighting them up and bringing the wolf sharply to the surface.

"What are you?" he asked quietly.

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-18 04:14 pm UTC (link)
The look was sharp, and suddenly reserved -- then rueful. "Clumsy, apparently." He sighed and shook his head. "A Muggleborn boy who found out he wasn't a Muggle, and then found out he wasn't even, really, a boy, I suppose." The tone was soft, and his whole demeanour softened with it, tired and resigned to rejection. "...nothing that means any harm to your or yours, wolf."

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-18 07:40 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not a wolf." It was an offhand comment, drawing the distinction between what he was and wasn't. "And as long as it not only doesn't mean harm, but also brings no harm. I may not be entirely wolf, but I have teeth and I protect my family."

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-18 11:35 pm UTC (link)
Donaghan shook his head, frowning, "That's not something anyone can promise, and you know it. No one, man or otherwise, can promise that what they are will never bring harm to to anyone -- all I can promise is that I mean no harm, and that I would never deliberately bring harm to anyone."

Finally, he sat again, turning the chair around backwards so he could straddle it, and bury his head in his hands. "What I am...ask your brother." He looked up at Bill again with a shake of his head. "Charlie might know -- so far as I know... there is no word for me. Dumbledore never found one, that he told me, anyway, and I've never met another who knew either." He rubbed at his eyes, then reached for his tea. "...there isn't anyone else quite like me, that I know of, anywhere. The best we've been able to find is... " He hesitated, looking at Bill again, and let his magic reach slightly, assessing... then pulled it back with a sigh.

"...we don't know what I am; no one I know, knows. I am what happens when a siren mates with a mortal man and fails to reproduce her kind." He sipped, not looking at Bill for several moments, then looked at Bill again, his gaze steady. "And now you know enough to completely ruin me. ...do you know what a siren is?"

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-19 08:41 am UTC (link)
"I'm not asking you to promise that, I'm warning you that if things shift, all bets are off." Bill had a tight grin, baring teeth in emphasis.

"I know what a siren is, and how dangerous they are. I'm operating under the assumption that since my brother trusts you, you've got it under some form of control," Bill said dryly. "I'm not going to ruin you. If you'd used that capability to force Hes into something, then I'd do something about it."

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[info]sirenson
2009-03-19 11:56 pm UTC (link)
"Never." The vehemence in his tone even startled Donaghan, but it didn't make him back off from the statement. "I would never use it so."

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[info]pasunloup
2009-03-20 05:50 am UTC (link)
Bill simply looked at him, unfazed by the outburst. "I didn't think you would. You're not that desperate, and you would have already if you were."

He took one last sip of his tea, then set the cup aside. "I think we understand each other." He was done, and ready to go.

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