Fabian wants destruction and rampage. (revelations_) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-08-29 03:55:00 |
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Fabian was rather enjoying his time at Walden's. It was food and alcohol and women and really, the only thing he missed was bumping into Gideon when he turned a corner or something. He wasn't really ready to leave yet, and he was only going home to find more clothes. Greta was still here after all. It gave him plenty of excuse to be 'at the Leaky'. Whatever. He let himself into the flat and rounded the corner to the kitchen, eyes immediately falling on the cake. His stomach rumbled and Fabian wasted no time in finding a plate and a fork. It had been, thus far, untouched. It was an engagement cake and Fabian stared it for a moment before cutting off a slice for himself and scooping a forkful of frosting into his mouth. He didn't actually have a lot of regard for food in his own house. If it was in his kitchen, then he could eat it. Surprise, surprise. Fabian turned to dig in the refrigerator, turning the milk jug to check the expiration date. It seemed awfully quiet in the flat, he noted idly, but then shrugged it off in favour of taking another bite of cake. Gideon was so angry that he didn't quite know what to do with himself. Yaxley had gone to Greta's bakery and ordered a cake to send to him. He was on a whole different level of creepy as far as Gideon was concerned. The aforementioned cake was sitting on the kitchen table, untouched. There had been a note but Gideon had crunched it up and tossed it somewhere in a mini fit of anger. He heard the clink of the refrigerator and he poked his head out of his bedroom as he pulled a sweater on. He spotted his brother and he smiled and then the sweater covered his eyes before he pulled it all the way down and he saw the plate with the cake. He didn't even try to yell out a warning. Instead he hobbled without any grace at all and he smacked the plate out of his brother's hands and it shattered as it hit the floor. "Don't eat the cake." Fabian jumped a mile in the air, eyes flicking to the cake and Gideon and then to the shattered remains of the plate. "Gideon, what the fuck?!" he cried, spewing cake crumbs off his lips as he swallowed what was in his mouth. He glared for a moment, reaching for his wand to clean up the mess on the floor, his endeavours for a glass of milk momentarily forgotten. "I was eating that, what the hell is wrong with you?" It was clearly the wrong way to handle the situation and, now that Fabian was staring at him, he wished he'd gone for a simple 'hey, I wouldn't eat that if I were you'. He gave his brother a tired look and sighed, wishing that he had that note to do his explaining for him. "The cake's from Yaxley. He went to the shop and talked to Greta today, ordered the cake, and then owled it to me. I confronted him about it, told him to stay away from Greta, and he basically laughed in my face. That's fine, I'm happier that he underestimates me. I told him I was going to go after his wife and I meant it. He fucks with Greta and I will fuck with what-the-fucks-her-face." Fabian frowned and floated the mess of crumbled cake, smeared frosting and broken glass into the bin. "Tasted fine," he mumbled, trying very hard not to think about the fact that the cake could have been poisoned and he might die. He'd already be feeling bad wouldn't he? Sick of nauseous or something? Fabian bit his bottom lipped and reached for the milk again, pouring himself a glass. "Are you sure?" he asked finally, finally looking worried. "I mean -- he didn't.. he didn't poison it or anything did he? I feel fine." Gideon shook his head. "I don't know. You're still standing and you have all your hair, so maybe he's just pushing buttons?" He pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and dropped into it with a sigh. He didn't want Greta involved in any of this but he couldn't protect her all the time, could he? Leoben Yaxley knew how to get to him and all he had done was prove that the plan had worked. It was crap. "I wish that I'd just let him waste away in that basement." Fabian looked distrustfully at the rest of the cake and then pushed himself up to sit on the counter. It occurred to him that if it had been poisoned, this was a longer way for him to fall. But that if it'd been poisoned and he was dead, it probably didn't matter. It also occurred to him that death by cake was a really shitty way to go out. "You're too nice, Gid," Fabian said, crossing his ankles. "But I don't know, maybe it's not a bad thing." He shrugged and gripped at the edge of the counter. "So you can't see people suffer. Most people would think that's a noble quality or something." Gideon sighed and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table as he looked across the kitchen at his brother. They were both behaving rather calm considering that Fabian's life could be ending at any second. "Thanks, Fab. That makes me feel like slightly less of a failure. It just irritates me that this guy thinks that I'm some moron that you can put anything past. I'm not a failure." The last bit was more to convince himself than anything. He knew that he could hold his own against Leoben Yaxley. He wasn't scared of him, not even a little. "Should we, you know, find out if that cake is poisoned? I'd rather you not die, if that's all right." Fabian slid off the counter and refilled his glass of milk. "You're not a failure. He's just a fucking twat. So what, let him underestimate you. We'll hit him when he isn't expecting it, and we'll make it hurt." It was entirely natural to automatically just include himself in this. He took an assault against his brother rather personally. Fabian again, looked highly suspicious of the cake. "Dunno, I feel all right. If it's poisoned, it isn't fast-acting. How d'you plan on finding out?" He sank into a chair and drained half his milk glass again, wiping his lips on his sleeve. How exactly did one identify a poisonous object? He wasn't sure. The poison hadn't been baked in, this much he knew, but he couldn't be certain that Yaxley hadn't tampered with it once he had the cake in his possession. Fabian didn't look any different. "You tell me if you start feeling queer, yeah?" He glanced at the beautiful engagement cake with one slice missing and he sighed. He would have to ask Greta about Yaxley being in the shop earlier. Maybe he gave her some sort of information he could use. Gideon doubted it. The Death Eater was a lot of things but he didn't think that incredibly stupid was one of them. "So how's the Leaky? Did you get a decent room?" Fabian nodded and lounged lazily in his chair. He was still paying attention, but thus far, he still felt fine. That was a good sign, wasn't it? Gideon's question about the Leaky was slightly more distressing though - yes, more than being poisoned, because honestly, if his brother found out he was actually lounging about with a Death Eater, he'd probably kill him faster than any poison. "S'fine," he said off handedly. "My mirror says I look like I'm homeless and that I should comb my hair. I actually just came back to get some clothes." Gideon felt a little sad when Fabian told him why he'd come home. It was odd not having his brother in the flat all the time. Things were quiet and a lot less amusing. Sure, it was brilliant spending so much time with Greta in his own home, but he missed his brother. He secretly worried how he would survive married life, living in a home with his wife and not his brother. What would Fabian do without him? What would he do without Fabian? "You do sort of look like a bum, though I would probably always have facial hair if I could grow it. It's odd that only two small patches of hair grow. It makes me look like a kid who does not know the first thing about shaving." He poked at the blue frosting with the knife that had been used to cut the cake. "When are you going to be bored and come back to the flat? I think that we should have a round of 'guess how much change is down in the couch'. It's been awhile." Fabian smirked and idly ran his fingers up the perpetual line of hair on his jaw and chin. "I don't look like a bum," he argued. "It makes me look dignified." He finished his milk and eyed Gideon's face critically. "Well... you probably don't know the first thing about shaving, Gid. Seeing as how you never have to do it." He was clearly teasing now, and the smirk lingering around the corners of his lips said as much. He watched Gideon poke at the cake, already feeling the playful mood slip away from him. When was he coming back? He liked Walden, he really did. But he missed his brother. Vaguely, and not for the first time, he wondered what his life would be like without him. From the very beginning. Where he'd be. He liked to think that it wouldn't so radically different. That he would still be in the Order and would still be fighting. But there was something deeply unsettling about being friends with Walden. They weren't really so different. They disagreed on some fundamental points that they'd agreed not to talk about it, but any time it came up, Fabian felt like he was just repeating things Gideon had said. It almost hurt to think as much and it bothered him to no end, that the truth of the matter was that without Gideon, he might still be fighting this war, but on the other side of it. "Soon, I suppose. Day after tomorrow or something," was the only answer he had. Gideon nodded quietly and then stood up slowly. He was healing quickly but there was still pain, especially when he moved particularly fast. He grabbed the entire cake box and crossed the kitchen with it, dropping it in the rubbish bin and then turning to face his brother. He looked tired. Or something. "When you come back you and I can put a dent in a bottle of firewhiskey and stay up all night playing cards and talking about dumb things. It'll be like old times. I'll have Greta send over a flat of non-poisoned cupcakes and we'll gain seventeen pounds. What do you think?" Fabian nodded and pushed himself up as well, noting the stiff way Gideon moved, but saying nothing on it. "Yeah, that sounds good," he agreed with some forced semblance of a smile. "I'll pick one up before I get back and we'll drink the whole damn thing and be hungover as shit the next day. And then eat more cupcakes to recuperate." His smile turned slightly more natural and he moved to leave the kitchen. "Take it easy for the next couple days though, all right?" he added before leaving entirely. "No more be-careful-I'm-hurt sex, okay? You can have really awesome look-I'm-all-better sex when you're healed." Gideon smiled lopsidedly at his brother and he gave him a nod. "Yes, doctor. You have my word." He crossed his arms across his chest and hugged himself as a chill ran through him. It was time for a nap, he thought. Greta would be there soon with the puppy and he fully intended on capitalising on cuddles and naps. That was the only upside to being sick. "Have fun out there. Be careful, will you? There can't be two Prewetts out of commission or the world will crumble at our feet." Fabian nodded. "I'll be careful," he agreed with one last glance over his brother before he turned to go to his bedroom and find a couple more changes of clothes. As he dug through his closet, he wondered vaguely, what the world was now, if not crumbled. |