Fletcher Parkinson (vincitore) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-03-16 04:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | fletcher parkinson, tiberius abaddon |
Who: Fletcher & Tiberius
What: Talking! (and crying and yelling...and sad)
When: Tuesday
Where: Tibby's house
Warnings: MUCH ANGST
Status: Incomplete
Fletcher had tried to ignore it, tried with everything in his heart to ignore it. He couldn't ignore it, not even with a healthy dose of alcohol in his system. So that was how he came to find himself at the Abaddon summer house. Tiberius, his Tiberius was upset with him. He couldn't tell him the truth. He couldn't do that. He wanted to, but doing that would only hurt the one person outside of his family that meant anything to him. No one else could be to him what Tiberius was. Not a soul.
He pulled out his key, not bothering with a warning, outside of his feet on the porch. He opened the door and stepped inside, eyes focused on the room. "Tiberius?" His voice was soft, softer than it usually was because if he spoke any louder, he was sure it was going to be obvious quite how much this was bothering him. When he didn't get an answer the first time he tried again. "Tibby? Buttercup?"