Fabian wants destruction and rampage. (revelations_) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-07-16 02:32:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | - 1980/07 july, fabian prewett, gideon prewett |
Who: Gideon and Fabian Prewett
When: Wednesday, 15 July, 1980;
Where: Their flat.
What: Percy's sudden departure is starting to get to Fabian.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Completed log
Fabian had been pretty numb for the last couple of days. Between getting his blood sucked out of him and not having any clue what to say to Molly and Arthur and Ed being comatose and not talking to Dorcas.... it was all stating to catch up with him now. And he realised, as he sat on the edge of his bed, that it hurt. That all of it hurt and he hated it. What was that bastard doing to his nephew right now? Fucking hell he was only four. Why hadn't he seen him anyway? Percy was the quiet one, but that didn't excuse anything. It had all happened so fast. He'd thought maybe Arthur had him but... And now what? Fabian didn't have a fucking clue. He had no idea. Was there anything left to do? How long now, until the next full moon? Fabian let out a shaky sigh and bowed his head between his knees, fingers tangled in his hair. This was just getting to be too much. The war was never supposed to reach Arthur and Molly and the boys. None of them were actually supposed to get really hurt. He stood up, bumping his bedside table on the way and with a clang his alarm clock fell off. Fabian stared at it for a long moment, bent down to pick it up. And then chucked it hard across the room. It smashed loudly against the wall, springs shooting across the floor. That felt better. That felt like something. An empty scotch bottle went next and Fabian couldn't even begin to think. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. Gideon's bed was covered in papers from work, things that he was supposed to have done and owled out by the morning. There were more papers scattered over the floor next to his bed but all his lists and assignments were untouched and he leaned against the foot of his bed with a box of drawings open at his feet. He supposed it was a sort of torture to pull out art from all of his nephews but he didn't care. It allowed him to slip back into a world where his family hadn't been attacked and torn apart. He clutched one crayon creation in his hand and his head lulled back against the mattress. He hadn't slept much since the attack on the Burrow and the exhaustion had finally caught up to him as he was reminiscing. His sleep was dreamless and he even snored a little, but he woke with a yell as he heard the crash against the wall he shared with his brother. The jerk of his body sent a shooting pain through his leg and he felt the burn of his stab wound. With a huge amount of effort he managed to pull himself off the floor and he opened his door quietly and walked towards Fabian's door. There was another noise this time, glass breaking, and Gideon winced. He reached his arm out and pressed a palm to the door, letting it open as he stepped forward. "Did something break?" He already knew the answer but he wasn't really sure what else to say. Fabian didn't notice. Couldn't notice, really. Breaking things was somewhat satisfying. It let out just some of the hurt and anger that had been building up, really since Hogsmeade. The lamp went next, crashing against the same wall. Books, another empty bottle. What was he doing to Percy right now? Scared and alone with that werewolf fuck and they couldn't do anything. What was it for then? What did they have the Order for if not to keep shit like this from happening? And how the hell were they supposed to win a war when they couldn't even keep their own families safe? The question had gone unheard and he frowned. His brother looked different filled with anger and it broke Gideon's heart to see him in so much pain. He winced as the lamp shattered against the wall but he stepped further into the room, hoping to draw his brother's attention. The books hit the wall with a unsatisfying thud and then Gideon saw him reach for the bottle. It crashed against the wall with a triumphant sound and Gideon reached out to grab onto Fabian's arm. "STOP IT." He staggered slightly from the pain in his leg and he clutched onto Fabian's shoulder for support. "Please." Fabian stopped. It was automatic, like a switch in his brain that just flicked on when Gideon told him to do something. Or to not do something, as was more often the case. And now, no longer smashing his room to pieces, he didn't know what to do with his anger. His throat constricted and his chest felt tight, physical reaction to what exactly, he didn't know. Gideon though. Gideon Gideon Gideon. His brother. Right. Family. Because it was all they had to cling to sometimes. He blinked and struggled to get some sort of control over himself. Wasn't he supposed to be the older one or something? That whole hour and fifteen minutes. Funny, how it had never seemed to fit quite like that. Fabian swallowed hard and dropped heavily onto the bed. "Sit down," he muttered, idly tugging at his brother. "You're going to hurt yourself or... or something." Gideon allowed himself to be pulled into a sitting position and he stared at the floor where it met the wall. There were shards of glass and amongst them were books, pieces of a clock, and a rather gaudy lampshade. He wanted to make a joke about being able to buy a lamp that was less ugly but he couldn't. He wasn't sure what he should say just then, only that he knew he didn't want Fabian to throw anything else. At least he was sitting. That was a start. "I'm fine," he said finally, which was sort of true. His stitches hadn't ripped and that was good, but his thigh felt like it was on fire and it only reminded him of the werewolf that he had fought. He was lucky. She stabbed him with a knife when she could have bitten him. He wished more than anything that he could trade himself in for Percy. "Are you?" Fabian knew full well that that was the sort of question he was supposed to shrug off. He was supposed to insist that he was fucking peachy, thanks. The burn on his arm had mostly faded now, expert that he was in healing them. Physically, he was in pretty good shape, all things considered. With a few blood replenishing potions and some rest, the only evidence that he'd been attack by a vampire were the two small wounds in his neck, hardly more than pin pricks now. But even he knew Gideon wasn't asking about any residual aches and pains he might have from Sunday night. And the answer was a very definitive no. Fabian swallowed again and shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. The next breath he let out was shaky and he fidgeted a little compulsively. Godric, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd cried. But he wasn't going to. No. That cunt wasn't going to take his nephew and make him cry about it. Absolutely not. And still, tears stung his eyes and Fabian looked away, hating that his vision blurred with them. Fabian was always the unbreakable one. Gideon had always been the emotional brother, though he often shoved his personal feelings aside to reign in Fabian's outbursts. It had always been a perfect dynamic but now Fabian was breaking the rules and Gideon was unsure what he was supposed to do. He couldn't even begin to recall the last time he'd seen Fabian cry. After all the time the walls were crumbling and Gideon was seeing a heartbreaking side of his brother that he'd never knew existed. He could read Fabian's face. He wanted to fight the emotions but he was slowly giving up. Gideon was sitting there next to him, feeling awkward which never happened, and finally he turned his body slightly and wrapped his arms around his brother. Fabian hadn't needed to be comforted since he'd been in diapers. But now here, in the middle of a war - which they were losing, by the way, as was becoming abundantly clear to him - he didn't even try to pull away from Gideon. One tear, two, three.. and they were spilling down his cheeks faster than he could tell them not to. It hurt and he couldn't breath and fuck, why was crying so gross? He sniffed, relaxed against his brother and then wrapped an arm tightly around him. Fucking fuckery. He hated this. It took a few shaky breaths, a few more sniffles and a hurried wipe of his face, but after a couple long moments, Fabian was done. Thankfully. He squeezed his brother once more, in appreciation more than anything. "...Don't tell anyone," he said finally. Gideon didn't speak as they sat there, clinging to each other. There was really nothing that he could say that would make it easier so he let his brother cry and hug him. It didn't last long and Gideon managed to keep his own emotions in check while he comforted Fabian and then it was over. Once again they were the two brothers that they'd always been growing up. Fabian's words brought a smile to his lips and he laughed, which sounded strange. "I'll make sure to send out a memo in the morning." A small smile touched Fabian's lips and he took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out in a rush. He wasn't entirely sure he felt any better. All that shit about letting out your emotions or something Right, what the fuck ever, he thought bitterly, sniffing irritably again. His eyes fell on the mess he'd made of his room, the glass and the springs of the alarm clock and Merlin was that his lampshade? He sighed and rubbed his eyes before dropping his hands between his knees. "Yeah," he said, just to be saying something. "I think I'm going to nap on the couch." Apparently crying made him tired. Whatever that was all about. Fucking hell. "I'll get this in the morning." He motioned vaguely to the mess near the wall and then pushed himself up. "Come on, d'you need help getting to your room?" Gideon gave his head a small shake. He was fine. As fine as one could be with a knife wound to the thigh. He managed to get to his feet without a grimace and he walked to the head of Fabian's bed and plucked the pillow up. "I'm fine, I promise. I'll get you tucked in, get you a few potions, and then I'll put myself to bed. Tomorrow I'll make pancakes." It was really the only thing he knew how to cook. Fabian felt like maybe he should baulk and save some of his pride. Instead he just smirked and took a few steps out of the room, wrinkling his nose slightly at Gideon's suggestion of breakfast. "D'you think maybe Greta could make breakfast in the morning? Only I do really like this flat and I wouldn't want you burning it down, is all." "Hey, I can cook. Sort of." Gideon chucked the pillow at his brother and then disappeared into the loo. After a few minutes he joined Fabian in the living room holding two small bottles. He held them both out and gave his brother an expecting look. "A calming draught and something to help you sleep. I'm going to stand here and watch you take them, so no funny business." Fabian smiled (sort of) and caught the pillow, padding quietly into the living room and shoving at the couch cushions to be properly comfortable. It really wasn't so bad, sleeping out here. Reasonably comfortable anyway, and without the issue of cutting his feet wide open on glass. When Gideon came back, Fabian playfully rolled his eyes (or at least he tried), "Sure, mum." It was an effort to put things back the way they'd been, before that embarrassing display. It made him feel a little better anyway. He drained both potions under his brother's watchful eye and handed the empty vials back. "Take something for your leg," he insisted as he shifted to lie down. "Or you'll be gimping about for the next week." He smiled down at his brother. "I will do. Maybe a sleep thingy for me as well. We can both sleep past noon without feeling guilty. Besides, what else do we have to do?" He reached out and took the empty vials and yawned. "G'night, Fabian. See you in the morning." He gave the other boy a wave and turned to leave the room. He reached the hallway and stopped so he could look over his shoulder. "Love you." Fabian relaxed down and shifted on the couch, letting the cushions eat him a little whilst Gideon walked away. He didn't use potions very often at all and already, he felt like they were tugging his body towards sleepy. He yawned loudly and motioned vaguely at Gideon. "Mhm, love you too," he mumbled sleepily, and then shut his eyes. Once he was sure that Fabian was asleep he crept out of the loo and into the demolished room that belonged to his brother. His pain potion was already beginning to melt away the throbbing in his thigh and he glanced around at all the broken glass on the floor. There were rogue shards on other pieces of furniture and Gideon sighed sadly. He wasn't sure he ever wanted to see Fabian in the state he was in that night. It was scary to see a man like Fabian lose control because he always owned each emotion he showed. Clearly every man was in possession of a breaking point and the Prewett twins had found Fabian's. Gideon held his wand loose in his fingers and he waved it gently, watching the bits of glass gather together as if pulled by a magnet. He guided the sparkling pile to a rubbish bin and they hit the bottom with a hollow tinkling sound. He would find a new lamp sometime that week. Molly probably had one. His shoulders slumped. He hadn't talked to Molly enough since the attack. He assumed she wanted to be left with Arthur and the kids and so he'd kept his distance. How was it possible that they were missing a member of the family. A kid, no less. What sort of monster just stole a child away from their home in the middle of the night, after bringing in an army to harm an entire family? Gideon squeezed one hand into a fist and he wondered if this was how Fabian had felt earlier. Maybe this was the reason that there were no longer any breakable objects within arm's length. Fabian had found an outlet for his anger and so Gideon sought one as well. Within moments he was back in his own room, journal flipped open, with the words Fenrir Greyback staring back at him from the page. |