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Jacob Selwyn (first_jacob) wrote in _firstwar_hist,
@ 2009-10-26 22:39:00

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* complete, 1978, jacob selwyn, sirius black

The Devil's Greatest Trick...
Characters: Jacob Selwyn and Sirius Black
Date: September 7, 1978
Location: Order Safe House
Rating: TBD
Summary: A meeting of two...somethings.
Status: Complete

Jake had only been in the safe house, and thus the Order, for a few days and it was still a process trying to get used to it. Before being allowed into the house he'd been living in a muggle homeless shelter, something that made him feel incredibly unclean, even now.

He was never alone in the safe house, and while he'd expected and accepted that, it was still more than a little frustrating. It wasn't anything officially done, nothing agreed upon, just something that happened accidentally-on-purpose. No matter where he went in the house, someone was always there with him, and if that person had to leave, another would conveniently show up. He'd been vetted by Dumbledore himself and allowed to live in their secret location; couldn't they at least let him sit in the kitchen in peace? What did they think he was going to do if they let him read a book by himself, or walk from one room to another unobserved?

Still, annoying as it was, he knew that they would leave off it in time as long as he didn't do anything to arouse their suspicions. The fact that he'd lied his ass off through Dumbledore's interview, even cheated the Verisatium, and thus they had every right in the world to mistrust him, didn't alleviate his annoyance one bit. After all, as far as they knew, he was 100% legitimate.

On that particular day, Jake was sitting at the kitchen table doing some busy work. Consolidating different lists of supplies kept at various locations into a master list and making note of anything that needed to be replaced. It was tedious, but he actually didn't mind doing it; it was the first time anyone had actually let him help with something since joining. Evelyn, one of the few other people living at the house with him, was taking her sweet time doing the dishes as an excuse to stick around in the kitchen. When she finally finished and left, he looked up. Sure enough, there was another person entering the kitchen. Someone he hadn't met before, a young man who looked vaguely familiar.

"They send you to babysit?"

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first_jacob
2009-10-28 02:25 am UTC (link)

Jake took his comment as ironic, sure that Sirius was every bit as cocky as any other Gryffindor idiot out there. "Think whatever you want, little boy. God help you when it actually happens and you become a man."

Jake wasn't willing to share his own thoughts on the matter either, especially with an arrogant bastard who thought it was actually appropriate to make small talk about killing people.

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first_sirius
2009-10-28 02:38 am UTC (link)

What a charming contradiction. A fight for his life would make him a man, but only a just man so long as his intent was not to harm whoever sought his blood? Invoking a singular god sat poorly with Sirius. He preferred his gods many, and petty, and charmingly flawed. Sacred and accessible.

"Your.... 'ethics' permit no moral killing, then?" Sirius couldn't help asking. Would Jake rather see them Kissed? Worse than death, that, by Sirius's reckoning. A living hell. At least, for all Sirius's faults, he had the capacity for mercy. "This god of yours sees no justice in killing a man who seeks to kill those you love?"

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	first_jacob 2009-10-28 02:53 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, for the love of- It's a figure of speech, moron. And I'll kill when I have to, but I will always have an issue with it because, frankly, anyone who enjoys taking a life is a psychopath. Now do everyone a favor and keep your half-assed philosophy to yourself until you know what you're talking about that." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

first_sirius
2009-10-28 03:21 am UTC (link)

Sirius chuckled a bit in earnest, a low, rumbling thing. What leaps of logic. One did as one must, and willingness to kill did not equate to enjoying the practice. To only do what one enjoyed smacked of sloth. A crass sort of vexation. Climbers, his father had once called the Selwyns - attempting to recover lost ground, really - and it was hard to shake the echo.

And yet, something snagged. These weren't the ramblings of pureblood mania, the sort of righteous zeal Sirius had come to expect from those likely to support the Death Eater cause. There was something comforting to that. As if maybe Dumbledore was right about Jake. Wouldn't that be pleasant. Tragic, perhaps, but pleasant in its own way.

"As my comrade wishes, of course," Sirius bequeathed, turning his attention back the pointless piece of parchment.

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	first_jacob 2009-10-28 03:43 am UTC (link)
	Jake couldn't care less what the other man thought of him and was just grateful that he'd shut up finally. Though internally he wondered how long it would take him to ask another asinine question. He applied himself to his work instead, knowing that, in the Order, loud-mouth Gryffindors were going to be unavoidable so he might as well just get used to them. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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