Fabian wants destruction and rampage. (revelations_) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-06-27 04:11:00 |
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Fabian had spent a bit of time at the Leaky. For the first time since being fucking flayed at Hogsmeade. It was Friday night. He was just trying to get back into his old routine. He'd ordered three shots of firewhiskey and had almost immediately scoped in on a cute bird. She was chatting up some bloke, but that'd never exactly been a problem in the past. He moved down the bar a bit closer to her, leaning against it about a foot behind her. That was where it'd gone wrong though. He'd opened his mouth to start chatting pleasantly at the bar tender, pleasant conversation, bring something up that might interesting, and then accidentally bump into her. But all that came out was a low, "Cheers, mate." What the fuck. He tried twice more, when refilling his shots. Still nothing. He'd turned to the girl once, twice, three times, had even caught her eye once. He'd barely managed a smile. And then he'd walked away, leaving a couple galleons on the bar. Godric, what the hell was wrong with him? So maybe two hours of drinking and chewing on some crisps... and no girl. He hadn't even said Hi, I'm Fabian. Fabian shoved his hands in his jeans, only slightly buzzed by the time he left and walked back down a dark Diagon Alley feeling rather paranoid. He couldn't help but keep checking over his shoulder, feeling himself tense when he passed those particularly dark alley's. But nothing happened and he made it back to the flat without any issue. He'd rather expected it to be empty. But it wasn't. Gideon had fully intended on staying the night at Greta's flat. While she leaned against him on the couch, fast asleep, he sat awake and wondered what his brother was getting up to. It hadn't even been a huge thing, the very short of exchange of comments between Fabian and Pepper, but Gideon had snapped at Fabian and then they'd both left the flat in a bit of a funk. Reluctantly Gideon left Greta's flat with a care package in hand and he Apparated back to the front stoop of their flat. Fabian would probably be irritated that Gideon came home but he didn't really care. Now he was sitting on the couch in the living room, an array of work papers spread out over the cushions. When he heard the door handle he tried not to look up but failed and so he gave his brother a crooked smile and a wave. "Red velvet cupcakes on the table there. Greta drew little F's on them for you. How was the pub?" Fabian blinked at Gideon and then pulled his coat off, tossing it over the back of a chair on his way to the kitchen. Self-consciously, he rubbed at his barely healed left arm - the one Bellatrix and her fucking crazy dark magic had gotten a hold of for fuck knew how long. It was leagues away from the strutting, narcissistic bastard he usually was when he came back from the pub, alone or not. "Was all right," he answered, picking up one of the cupcakes. "Leaky on a Friday," he added with a shrug, picking up another tasty baked good and sitting next to Gideon. Idly, he licked the frosting off of one and offered the other to his brother in silence. He didn't look particularly irritated. He wasn't, really. Just sort of... confused. Gideon was very aware of his brother's odd behaviour but he said nothing and started gathering up his papers and set them on the small table in front of the couch. Moments later Fabian was sitting in the free spot on the couch and Gideon took the cupcake from him, even though he'd already eaten a half dozen when he was at Greta's. He tugged at the paper and the red cake peeled away and toppled frosting side down into his lap. He flailed briefly but continued to eat the cupcake once he rubbed the frosting into his pants. "I almost came down for a drink but decided not to. I didn't really think lager would mix with a large amount of cupcakes." He grinned and shifted on the couch as he pulled one foot up under his thigh. "Everything alright?" Fabian couldn't help but snicker as he watched Gideon's cupcake fall onto his trousers. Typical. Still Gideon. He chewed thoughtfully on his cupcake for a moment, thankful at least, that if Gideon had to go and get himself all attached, then at least the girl could cook. That was the thing really. Gideon and Greta were the constant in life, one way or the other. It was sort of comforting, really. In it's own backwards sort of way. He opened his mouth to answer and then stopped, occupying his mouth with another bite of cupcake before he answered. No, everything bloody well wasn't all right. But knowing that and saying that weren't the same thing and anyway, Fabian was pretty sure Gid knew things weren't okay. Which meant the question was more along the lines of What's wrong, which was something else entirely. "Dunno," he said finally. "Is it much all right if I helped kidnap and interrogate Narcissa Malfoy and don't feel much bad for it? Not at all really. I mean even Ed looked, you know, like her about to start fucking crying was going to have an effect on him. I just didn't care." He studied Fabian as he spoke and he dropped the cupcake paper on the floor near the leg of the couch. He took his job as Fabian's voice of reason very seriously. The other brother might not always agree or accept Gideon's words of wisdom but Gideon could tell that they sunk in for further interpretation at a later date. "It's not unexpected for you to feel nothing for Narcissa Malfoy's feelings. If the roles were reversed she would not care for yours. What you did helped us and Merlin knows we need some sort of upper hand. If resorting to a lower level of activity is how we're going to turn things in our favour then we have to be prepared to do just that. Above and beyond that, she's unharmed and back with her poncey husband." He sighed and took a moment to reflect on their current situation. "War's not pretty and we can't be expected to play by all the rules when both sides are using completely different books." Fabian was silent for a long moment, jaw slightly set. They hadn't told anyone. He wasn't really sure he was supposed to tell anyone. About where all this was headed, really. Sure, they had names and that gave them a solid list of who not to fuck with just now. But there had been that little bit of information they'd pulled out of Mrs Malfoy that he'd left out. He didn't really care. If Ed didn't expect him to tell his brother, he was fucking stupid and Fabian didn't give half a shit what Sirius and James thought, not really. So he finished his cupcake, tossed the paper onto the table and wiped his hands on his jeans before stating, very bluntly (because it wasn't as if Fabian had another other way of speaking): "I'm going to kill Rodolphus Lestrange." Had there been food in Gideon's mouth just then he would have choked. "You're going to do what now?" He was now sitting up and leaning forward because there was no way you could sit back and relax when talking about the murder of one of the most dangerous people that Gideon knew. He ran over motives in his head but each one was more far fetched than the previous and finally Gideon gave up. "Why would even begin to think that's a good idea? That would be like throwing a flaming rock into a giagantic beehive. It's crazy talk." Yes, that was about right. "It'd be eliminating their figurehead," Fabian answered firmly, still slouched against the couch. "And it isn't as if we haven't got fucking targets painted on our foreheads anyway, especially after Hogsmeade. Bellatrix knows. At least about me and probably fucking half of us by now." He buried his hand in his hair for a moment and then sighed, maybe a little irritably. "And anyway, who are we to follow all the bloody rules? Half the point of the Order is to do the things that bloody law can't. Or won't, considering there's a death eater running the whole bloody thing. You don't win a war through sit-ins and protests. You get your hands a little dirty and if no one is fucking willing to do it, you'd better fucking believe I sure as fuck will." It was true. All of it. As much as Gideon wanted there to be another course of action he couldn't find one, and he played out every single option in his head in the few moments between the end of Fabian's sentence and the beginning of his own. "You're right. You know that I agree with you and I am all for throwing the wrecking ball but I need you to promise me that this will not be a half cocked operation and you will not go it alone. I want to be involved. I know that you have this vendetta against Bellatrix and I hate the woman just as much as you do and knowing what this feels like I refuse to let you anywhere near her things without me at your side." He chewed the side of his thumb nervously as he imagined all the outcomes of their attack. "Deal?" Fabian was almost angry with himself for having been worried. Of course Gideon was on his side. Who the hell did he have, if not Gideon? So he nodded. "Deal. Ed's in too, of course. James. Sirius," he said the last name with the smallest of eye rolls. "Anyway, we've got like a month or so. No fucking up this one. We plan everything down to the smallest detail and we do it right." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Just the idea of having his brother at his side during this made him feel better. A little. Ed was a good mate and he was family. But Gideon was, well. Gideon. And that made all the difference. "I'll let Ed know. It isn't like he's going to say no to you. And if he does, I'll kick him in the teeth." Gideon chuckled at his brother's words. He was glad that he would be there, keeping an eye on him if nothing else. It was going to be intense and there was more than enough room for error but this was a handful of people that Gideon trusted. There would be nothing but a well oiled plan when the time came. Now his mind moved to darker thoughts. Could he actually kill someone if it came down to it? He was sure that he would have no problems defending his life on the battlefield but searching someone out and murdering them was a different thing altogether, even if that person was Rodolphus Lestrange. Would Fabian be able to do it? He was suddenly very aware that he did not know the answer to either question and that scared him. "So any idea when? Are the rest of the Order going to know or are we leaving them out completely?" Fabian nodded. They'd thought the preliminary stuff through pretty well. "The Statute of Secrecy Gala that they always do in the middle of July. Narcissa's running it, so the good Minister and his bitch of a wife will have to be there, if only out of obligation. We're brewing Polyjuice right now. Plan is to pose as staff - catering and shit - and get them there. No fucking around. This is an assassination, not a battle. Do the job and get the fuck out, yeah?" He levitated another cupcake out of the kitchen and again, licked the frosting off before bothering with the paper. "This isn't an Order mission, no. It'll be me, you, Ed, James and Sirius. Maybe Dorcas, if she's going to be better by the time we need to move." Right. It was a side mission that could get them killed. Gideon felt a pull in the back of his conscience and he knew that keeping something this huge from the Order was a huge mistake but there really wasn't any other option. The others would definitely try to put the kibosh to any plans that involved polyjuice potion and assassination. Despite his hesitation and the fact that the plan was 95% destined to fail, Gideon was involved. He had no choice. "Any plans on how to handle the following backlash?" "We're working on it," Fabian answered, knowing full well that Gideon was going to pick this apart. Which was likely what they needed, but not this early into the planning. "But you're right. We'll pull this off, but we can't get cocky either and let's be honest, people like Sirius are going to want to be. We'll talk about it." Which was all a long way of saying fucked if I know. He gave a single nod. They would talk about it until every detail was ground out and they were all completely sick of the plan. Then they would go and they would follow every last instruction and they would be victorious. They were due for a win now, weren't they? Gideon reached down to the floor and snatched up his cupcake paper and then reached out for Fabian's as he stood up slowly. "I think we should both be getting to bed but I'll have you know that if I have dreams about big, bad Lestrange I will be knocking on your door in the middle of the night." Fabian stood as well, fully intending to make some sort of snide comment about how if Gideon was dreaming about Lestrange, they had more pressing issues. Instead, he just nodded and went to his own room, letting the door snick shut behind him. He didn't much want to think about tonight in any capacity. Fabian dressed down to his boxers and then curled up in bed. Fuck it all. |