Fabian wants destruction and rampage. (revelations_) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-08-21 22:02:00 |
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This couldn't be happening. This really couldn't be happening. This was the most fucked up week in the history of ever and Fabian was really not remotely amused with any of it, thank you very fucking much. It was everything. It was everything. Nothing was going right this week. This month. These past few months. It was no fucking wonder Fabian was going totally bat-shit. He didn't know how the hell anyone else was retaining their sanity. And now, here he was, hurrying through Dig's house to find Gideon. Who'd been stabbed. By the Death Eater. That was supposed to have been in the cellar. The cellar they'd warded to be entirely impenetrable and obviously wasn't. He couldn't wait to find out why. Fabian opened the door, tried very hard not to slam it shut and strode to the side of Gideon's bed. He was very moody looking, arms crossed irritably over his chest as he looked down at his stabbed brother. "Well you're looking fucking peachy, baby brother." The first words out of Gideon's mouth upon being found in the kitchen were "I'm sorry". He couldn't even remember who had found him, just that he had come to in a bed that he was told was in Dig's house. Everyone was asking him what had happened but he hadn't told them. He hadn't really spoken to anyone, or at least he hadn't made sense when he did open his mouth. Gideon had never experienced the joy of painkillers before and he was quite liking the loopy feeling. He was quickly torn away from his floating feeling when Fabian appeared over his bed like a storm cloud. He gave a tiny wave and he looked up at his brother with his mouth set in a slight pout. "I feel rather fantastic, actually. Some sounds are muted and others are really loud. It's sort of like the lights are making noise and it's weird." He was quiet for a moment and then he reached out for his brother's hand. "I looove you." If it were anyone else in the world - even Ed, yes, and Dorcas too - Fabian would have been very, very angry. Really. 'Fucking pissed' didn't even begin to describe it. As it was, Fabian could only look annoyed for another second before drawing a chair up to the bed sitting himself down in it, letting Gideon take his hand and even giving a light squeeze. He couldn't help it. It was his brother. It put him on an entirely different playing field than quite literally anyone else. Fabian didn't really have it in him to be very angry with Gideon for very long. "Yeah, I love you too, you stupid twat," Fabian grumbled, having the decency to at least look a bit put-out still. "What happened then? Or do you not remember anything." Gideon looked up at his brother and sighed. He wanted to pretend that he couldn't remember but that would be a lie and he would never be untruthful to his brother, despite how pissed he was going to be. He suddenly was reminded of that day when he was nine years old. He and Fabian had been tossing a ball around in the sitting room and broken some vase or another and their mother had yelled. A lot. Gideon had wanted to lie at that moment as well but he hadn't and he never heard the end of it. He braced himself. "I went down to the basement with water and crackers because he was probably really thirsty and I hate being thirsty so I thought that he might hate being thirsty too and you get more flies with honey than vinegar but I don't really understand why anyone would want to get flies because they make really obnoxious noises and they eat poo and they only live for a day. I think it's a day. Can you imagine only living for a day? They shag, eat, shit, and die all in one day. I suppose in the scheme of things that's a pretty brilliant day." He stopped long enough to take a breath and he looked at his brother. Gideon knew he was about to yell so he gave him a smile. "He had the ropes untied and there was a knife. I don't know how he got a knife, Fabian. I didn't give it to him." He shook his head. "I looked away and he stabbed me. This could actually be considered your fault because I looked down to see if there was still a tongue on the floor so really you and I are in this together." More silence. "I loove you." Fabian blinked. And stared a little. And then snickered, much against any semblance of good sense he had at the moment. Shag, eat, shit, die. Right. Flies were not fun creatures. Or something. Fucking Merlin. Fabian sighed and shook his head. "You're an idiot, did you know?" he asked, quirking a brow, but not looking very angry any longer. Of course Gideon had gone down to feed him. "Gone down to rehydrate a Death Eater and look where it's gotten. Hole in your stomach, you stupid sod. You could have died. He could have killed you." And there at was. For as angry as he wanted to be, as much as he wanted to tell Gideon that he was completely bloody mad and stupid and none of this was good, there was a hidden affection and deep-seated worry. What the hell could he do without his brother? He leaned against the bed, propping his head up on his hand. "You're just..." Fabian trailed off and rolled his eyes. What Gideon was he couldn't actually articulate. Stupid and kind and maybe a bit naive. But none of that mattered. The fucking man had bitten off his tongue anyway. The only thing he regretted was not killing him when Dorcas had been unable to. And so, he changed the subject. "D'you know if anyone's told Greta yet?" Gideon's eyes got wide and he shook his head. "I think she's going to yell at me. She's probably going to be louder than you when you yell. She's going to say I told you so and then she's going to tell me to quit and I'm not going to be able to and she's going to call off the wedding and-" He sighed and closed his eyes for a minute, attempting to rein in his thoughts. All of a sudden he was not a fan of the drugs. He had a tendency to ramble on good days so things were getting a touch out of hand. "The reason I told Greta about the Order in the first place was so that I wouldn't have to lie to her anymore. I'm going to have to tell her about this and I know she'll be worried but I think she'll forgive me, especially if we leave out the details. Can you...will you tell her? She'll take it alright hearing it from you. Obviously she can't come here but once I'm on the mend proper I can go home." He glanced over at the bedside table where his journal was sitting and he remembered another important bit of his adventure. "That bastard has my wand. He used it to carry me up the stairs and then he left with it." "...He had really pretty shoes." Fabian quirked a brow and reached over to flick his brother on the shoulder. Poor Gideon. He was obviously high as a fucking kite. Fabian suddenly felt oddly protective. It wasn't very often that he felt the need to shelter Gideon from anything. They were twins. The hour and a half didn't matter. Gideon acted like an older brother half of the time anyway. He probably was the more mature of the two of them. And so, this whole thing of feeling like a responsible person and taking care of Gideon? It was odd, to say the least. "Yeah, I'll tell her, Gid," Fabian sighed, not really looking forward to that conversation. Gideon would be fine, but he couldn't imagine Greta being very happy about her boyfriend - fiancé, whatever - getting stabbed in the stomach. He'd figure it out. "And we'll get you a new wand. And some new shoes." He could never understand how there could be people in the world that didn't love their siblings with every inch of themselves. Fabian was his best friend the first person he turned to for everything, no matter how dumb he felt for asking. Fabian had been right. Ben could have killed Gideon without a second thought. It was very possible that the current conversation could be one sided and they would no longer be a pair. His entire chest hurt at the thought and he sighed, nodding hard as Fabian mentioned shopping. "Thanks, Fabian. And I'm sorry for all of this, really. The next Death Eater we kidnap will have to figure out another way to get a drink." "Mm," Fabian mused idly. There had been a reason he'd never bothered to go down and feed Rabastan. But he couldn't very well yell at Gideon. At least not right now. Maybe later when he was moving... and coherent. For now though, he was content to just let him be. "Get some rest, Gid," Fabian insisted, pulling away enough to slouch down in his chair. "I'm going to journal Greta, but I'll be here when you wake up." Which was more than Fabian could ever say for anyone else in the Order. It made Gideon comfortable to have Fabian in the room with him and he mumbled something about having such a lovely brother and he closed his eyes. The floating feeling was back and it was almost like he was being rocked by some invisible force. Despite the hole in his stomach, the slash on his arm, and his dislocated shoulder, he felt rather lovely just then. He nuzzled the back of his head into the pillow and sighed drunkenly as he gave his brother another sloppy wave. "Gnight, best brother ever." His words were a little slurred but it was all right. "See you when I'm not asleep." There was a yawn. "I love you." And then he was quiet and nothing mattered but his lovely pillow and the floating. He liked the floating. Fabian rolled his eyes and reached for his journal. "I love you too. Idiot." |