Emmett Frye (fryebaby) wrote in angellogs, @ 2019-06-08 21:36:00 |
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Current mood: | anxious |
Entry tags: | emmett frye, liam greymane, noah fon ronsenburg |
Who: Noah, Emmet Frye, Liam Greymane
When: Current
Where: Craigcrook Castle, Edinburgh, Scotland
What: Noah was planning on sparring, and hoping it wouldn't go badly. Liam, unfortunately, is having a bad day, so they instead talk. Noah then checks in on Emmett, and they have lunch. Emmett's trying to not worry.
Rating/Warnings:
Status: Closed
Liam’s not exactly in the best of moods right now, since his first safety training test went a little south. He’s got a chance to do it again next week, and they explained the problem, but at the same time? The reasoning behind the problem is what’s bothering him. He’s dropping in to visit Noah for a bit as it is, and he’s been here longer, so, it may be worth asking about this particular intricacy of the modern world.
Still. Ugh.
But it probably could be worse, aye? He’s not too certain of that, if what they said is really true everywhere, but...he’s still going ahead and picking up a few tea things before heading over.
Noah waves. He's dressed much the same as he was when he visited Shay a while back. "Hey. They say if we're lucky the rain'll hold off. I don't mind sparring in it, but it can get cold."
“That wouldn’t be bad if it’s not TOO cold.” Liam considers. “We could as well hold off until that’s pleasant.” He smiles a bit. “And I’m a little...frustrated at the state of things besides so we might well want to do that anyway. How are you at the bakery? I had a practice exam today.”
"Cars? Or medical?" Noah's waving him over. "I'm open to listen."
“Emergency training.” Liam makes a face. “Did NOT go well. For a reason that makes sense enough when they SAY it, because it’s a policy issue but...the policy seems like it’s rubbish.” He shakes his head a bit. “I can fix it next time, but apparently I rushed and forgot to check my own safety.” he shakes his head. “I’d have thought it the least thing on anyone’s mind during emergencies, but…”
:Well, that makes sense to me." Noah slides a slice of cake over. "Think about it. You're not always paid the best, and you're working long tiring hours. If you make a sloppy choice, and get hurt, when you're well rested, what happens on the tenth hour of your fourth shift that week?"
“Hmm.” Liam considers. “I suppose put that way, I”m still more used to being a soldier than the rest of this. It’s...a new way to look at things. Ah, thank you.” He adds. “How is it being married now, incidentally?”
"Not so bad? Everyone seems to be - I'm unused to people curious about how it is going." Noah smiles at him. "Different cultures and all. But the bakery, you asked about that. It's going all right. We did our spring corporate baking, and we've got a new client wanting wholemeal or rye bread weekly."
“I’m glad about that.” Liam nods at him. It’s good to hear that that sort of thing is going well for someone here. “And corporate. So that would be in large numbers then?”
"Yeah. We did about a thousand petit fours. That kind of thing." Noah's taking his own cake. "So, you were saying you want to vent a little before you practice? It might not be bad to also tell them that you're from a war zone. Imply you're used to - you know - high stakes, and you might need tips?"
“Those are the tiny cakes with the hard frosting and layers?” Liam winces. “The decorations must be a bit difficult. And that IS true. Luckily, I’m taking it again next week so I can bring that up as a possible issue in between. At the least, there were a few others who started to do the same thing. We may all need to do something like that, talk to someone a bit more.”
"Thing is, combat reflexes are different? So it might not hurt to mention it." Noah's leaning to bring the kettle over. "Tea? And aye. I candied violets, another guy did fancy icing. I also did a bunch of things with - you know the eggs with the flecks on them? The blue ones? Spotted a shirt sleeve by accident doing that."
Liam thinks for a moment. “I think I saw those in the window around the rabbit and egg….easter.” He understands, vaguely, that it’s a day about a god’s resurrection and that many people don’t seem to celebrate it in quite that way.
“But, so the reflexes are. And I’ve never been quite good at...holding back. It may have gone better in the end if I had. I worry for what I left behind, but at least my father had the experience to lead them through the crisis.”
"Aye. Some religious festival and a Spring celebration. We'd have some cleaning in Spring, but not the same religious festivals." Noah reaches to pat near Liam's hand. "I have some of that, myself. So it's not uncommon."
“We had a moon festival in midwinter...close to the Chinese New Year one, it sounds like. I googled at the time, and our own for romance, that sort of a thing.” Liam looks thoughtful. “It’s interesting, what does and doesn’t overlap. I think I’ll keep finding more of those as things go along.” Secretly, he hopes, but doesn’t dare really think that there might be a version of BrewFest. BrewFest was always one of his favorites.
And he nods at that part. “No, I’d suppose not, with so many coming from similar places. I’d suppose if we’re characters in someone’s story in this world, it would stand to reason as a universal experience to some degree.”
"And I think soldiers here, have new reflexes from seeing fighting." Noah sips his tea. "Are you feeling better? Our moon stuff was more - watching winter moons was supposed to be very romantic, or moonlight parties in summer. Though usually you'd do fireworks. You'd do hot mulled wine."
“I am, actually.” Liam nods. “A bit annoyed but the reasonable sort of annoyance that goes with being...culture shocked a bit, I suppose we could still say. And fireworks...we had those too. And portals to a glade the festival could really be properly celebrated in. Not that it had happened very much for most of my life, but the other races still did those things, and I was hopeful they’d happen again when my father reached out again, after he realized the help we needed to cope with the worgen curse. I’d always thought when it was my time to rule, I would reach back out as well.”
"That's one thing I like here. I'm - no one important, but I can reach out to people." Noah smiles. "It's one reason why I met a lot of people."
“That’s an opportunity to take, I’d say.” Liam nods. “Not a bad idea to do all of that. The network likely helps with it too. I see you and Balthier, with the new arrivals.”
"It seems like a good idea. I mean, Balthier was in rough shape, and I wasn't in great shape when we got here." Noah's mostly done with his cake by now.
“Once I know a bit more about the world, I think I’d like to help in that.” Liam smiles a bit. “When I have some more medical knowledge too, I could do some of the initial bits to stabilizing injured people. I know some arrive in bad shape.”
"That'd be handy. Doctors who understand people who're not used to how medicine works here would probably be good too." Noah spreads his hands. "I'm not deft enough, or sleep well enough to do that sort of thing. You're a good man."
“I try to be.” Liam nods. “It seems the least I can do. And you are too, you know? It just seems...in Gilneas, I wanted to heal the wounds of my people of a different sort, and to heal my kingdom, after the scourge and the invasion, and here, I have a chance for another sort of healing. It felt like it was natural enough, at least to try.”
"It seems reasonable to me."
They ended up talking a while, and Noah eventually had to get up to answer the phone. It was - pleasant? Liam seemed to be a bit naive and battle weary, but not too worryingly so. Noah wouldn't mind sparring with him, sometime when they were both ready for it.
Still, he's heading around to see if Emmett's in. See how the kid's doing.
Emmett’s not exactly thrilled to be here, but that’s not anyone’s fault, persay. He’s spent a night with Aedan once, even, but the fact he’s doing it longer term, while Jacob is gone is...worrying. He’s told himself it was ridiculous, the therapist had given him some ideas to go along with Tony’s for coping, and he knows he’s mostly safe but… visions of Crawley are still going through his head. And there’s the question of how Jacob will be coming back from his mission. And, okay, he’s really bloody annoyed that Evie and Harry both went on this thing too. Could Shaun have at LEAST left one person he’s closer to at home? Sure, there’s DESMOND, but that’s still ongoing and he, apparently, has something going on for three of the days too, so…
It’s a lot. He’s trying to be cheerful and not a jerk though, as he’s hanging around with some homework. There’s just a few math problem sets to finish now, and then he’s got a chapter to read, but it’s not needed until the next week, so he can take his time with that. Technically, it’s a week-end so neither is the math, but better out of the way, since it takes up time and all.
Still, he’s making good progress. Maybe stress can do that for you?
There's a tap at the door. "Emmett? Are you - ah. Homework?" Noah's leaning on the door frame, not nudging it wider open. "Did you have lunch yet?"
Emmett glances up, a little startled, but not in a huge freaked out way or anything, and he gives Noah a little wave.
“Near finished with the math for the weekend.” He says, looking fairly pleased. “I may yet survive sitting the A level.” It was an easier choice of subject than some, actually, since it doesn’t put him at the disadvantage some of the other courses might, in terms of not having been a part of the current history and culture for very long.
As far as food goes, he does start a little at that point. “I’d meant to grab something when I was done here.” Not that he FEELS much like eating, but he knows he should try.
“How is your day going?”
"I was supposed to do some sparring, but he found out that he was self sacrificing to a fault due to a war zone, and failed a test. So we chatted instead." Noah shrugs. "Want me to heat something up for you?"
“Sounds like a bad day for the bloke all around.” Emmett considers. “I’d thought I might make toast or something when i”m through here. Aedan said that things like that are pretty much an up for grabs situation and I didn’t want to try anything complicated, or have you waste anything when I”m not all that hungry. I know I SHOULD try but…”
"Time zone thing, you think? Or is this more a stress thing?" Noah's touching the door. "All right if I come in and steal a spot to sit for a bit?"
“Please.” Emmett nods. “Your place, after all.” He hesitates a little. “More of the second. It’s a bit foolish, but the last time he was on a long term thing...I don’t like being unable to control things like when he’ll be back, or if. Obviously, there’s nothing to do BUT get used to it, hence trying to avoid anything that might make it bad for others.”
It IS his problem, after all, not theirs.
"And he was in danger, last time." Noah moves over and takes a seat. "You're a guest, and a fellow brother with Aedan. That's important to me, that you're comfortable. And there's ways to deal with the worry. I'm guessing you've probably had lectures all over. So - would you like to take your math elsewhere, and have some lunch with me around to catch a pan if it gets out of hand? I usually have a bunch of baked goods from the shop in the gatehouse, and there's sort of an open invitation that people can sit in the library in there and relax. I was thinking of heating up some dumplings from a Russian friend. Sort of - ravioli like? I think that's a good description."
Besides, he thinks Illya might like getting a photo of a hot bowl of pelmini with butter. Sort of a thank you?
The assassins were watching both of the Russians that Emmett knows of, he remembers. He’s not sure if Kuryakin was approached yet, but Arno’s mentioned that Dmitry turned it down, and Emmett’s cooked with them here before, a bit ago. So that’s comfortable enough sounding.
“They were around when we made the pie, right? Or at least Dmitry was behind the camera. And that’s...exactly.” Emmett nods, biting his lip. “It’s not that I don’t feel comfortable so much as...he’s still in danger, obviously. Every mission is dangerous, and I suppose I just…” he winces.
“Well, better to distract myself, I think. That always works with other things I worry over. And I could even leave this aside for now. There’s only about four problems left and I’ll have the weekend to finish. I also told Aedan I’d show him how to work these my way. He’s trying to decide which school leaving certificates and tests would be better for him, and since I’m going to sit my A-Levels next year...anyway, I could do with a break.”
Noah offers him a hand up. "Want to grab a coat or a hat? It's still raining out there."
Emmett does grab his scarf, striped grey and purple and winds that around his neck before grabbing a hoodie that he slips on too. It’s also purple, with the grey lettering ‘Chips’ across the left front, and a grey screen printed hawk on the back.
“Will this do?”
"Rugby team?" Noah nods. "Should be good. Let's head on over. Can't promise I'll make you feel better, but I can probably manage lunch and a change of where you're feeling worried. You can see the garden too, on the way. I might be working out there some of the time, when the rain stops."
“Exactly.” Emmett nods. “And if nothing else, distractions are useful things. Still planning on the heritage bits again this year?”
"Yeah. I think Sebastian was talking about expanding a bit. The historical society wanted us to be doing kind of - plants from an era, so I've been arguing a victory garden would be a lot more practical than, say, a medieval herb and food garden." Noah shrugs a little. "Admittedly, last time I just found a photo of a garden in that area and said 'I'm copying this, deal with it, or be useful and tell me what these flowers are.' Which - worked?"
“Oh interesting.” Emmett nods slowly. “Didn’t someone say, when I was over here once, that the army had installations near here?” He looks thoughtful. “Sir Calum, I think it was. And that seems as good a way as any if you’ve no idea what you want to begin with. I’ll be the first to admit I know nothing about the world wars beyond a few films, so far. We didn’t get to them this year at school, but I'll be playing history catch up over the summer holidays next month.” They’re out a few days into July, so he’ll have a bit of time before September to ease into that.
"I had no idea either, when I got here. Less than you, to be honest. I might want to sit in on history catchup, if I can. It'd be good for me." Noah's leading them past the cold frame and the other garden beds. "And there was installations here? The bathrooms and showers were all put in, I think, by the army mostly. This place was remodeled - post war, I think? Or right around then. My kitchen's very green."
He's opening up the gatehouse door. "I think there's a building that used to be - a big metal shed? For offices and the like. The metal got taken down, after the war, but now it's a concrete slab, mostly overtaken by the woods again."
“I can send you the files, perhaps.” Emmett offers. “It’s one of those independent study sorts of prep things, so online, with a text there, perhaps.” He nods at that bit. “Interesting. Apparently they simply left a good deal of things dormant over the years after.”
"Well, I think this place got largely abandoned. I think there was a school or a training thing meeting here, until they rebuilt elsewhere, and then Sebastian bought the property. He wanted something that felt more like home." Noah's flicking on some lights and the gatehouse probably is - familiar to Emmett since they made the pie there. "Library's upstairs. Food first? Or would you like to look around?"
“Interesting. And I’ve seen a bit of the grounds a few times so..” Emmett considers. “Perhaps food to start and then upstairs if that’s all right?” It doesn’t seem like it’s a issue for Noah, how they go about this, which helps him relax a little.
“And that’s right. Aedan had said they used to be in Rhode Island, before here.”
Noah nods. "I tend to eat up there anyways. It's cozy." He's fishing around. "Want to try some dumplings, and if you don't like them, we'll make toast and jam? Maybe with tea?"
“Sure.” Emmett nods. “I’m up for just about anything. And tea’s always perfect, anyway.” He knows that once there’s actually food, he’ll probably end up eating it by default. He’s pretty okay, once there’s something in front of him at doing the putting it in his mouth thing, after all. And he’s had to eat a lot of fairly strange things because of, well, when you get a team together, you end up spending a lot of weekends making up weird food combinations to keep yourself entertained.
“Sounds like a nice place to do that in. I’ll confess I avoid the cafeteria at school most often and try to snag the student lounges if it’s not a good day to head outside. Scout usually prefers that when she can, don’t you?” he asks, looking down at the dog in question, who seems intent on working just now, giving him a little nudge in fact.
“...Okay, Apparently I need to do the medicating thing. I’m fine to wait until something’s assembled. This is usually a half hour sort of warning. She’d be more frantic if it was closer.”
"I honestly haven't read the sheet on stuff, or checked in with Iomhar, so if there's anything I need to know - let me know?" Noah's dunking the bag of frozen cooked pelmini in a pot of boiling water (the microwave's down, and they've got on the list to replace it, but it's a small cheap model, so finding another small cheap model is probably going to not be too bad.) "Butter or fried onions or sour cream is traditional. Or broth. Any opinions?"
The kitchen's cozy, and he's casually getting two mugs, putting the kettle on, and sliding the tea pot and the tea options toward Emmett. Bowls for the pelmini.
“I can do that.” Emmett nods. “Uh the biggest thing is probably that I don’t always look like I’m having a full scale writhing on the floor seizure. Those happen, but more often if I seem like I’m staring into space or really far away…”
His English teacher had thought it was his lessons, at first, when the issue was actually the light from the window, and moving to the back and getting some sunglasses had fixed the problem. Well, not really thought it was his lessons, but he’d wondered if it was cologne or allergies to something someone in the room was using or what...anyway, this isn’t as bad as all that yet.
“Scout should let you know usually too, if she’s not checking on me and comes to get someone for help. Uh generally before major events I’m not exactly nice to be around, Courfeyrac’s actually good at tracking that sort of thing by now, but it’s otherwise fairly normal?” He shrugs. “If it wasn’t for being nervous about the whole thing, I think this would all be just fine. I’ve never had problems here before.”
Noah's sliding the pelmini in a pan and scoops one up to offer him. "Let me butter these, if you like them, else we'll do toast. And you can get comfortable."
Emmett slides over to try it, and then nods. “This is good.” He nods a little. “Comfortable would be a good thing. Thank you, by the way. I think….” he frowns a little. “Well, it’s not as though anyone’s been horrible, or I’d thought you all would be, but the combination I suppose. I don’t want to be...to have no options if the worst happens. Technically, the moment I’m eighteen, I can be Desmond’s problem, but…”
Noah nods and slides a bowl of them to him and finishes up the tea. "Right, you have the bowls, I'll take the tea pot, you can eat and peek around, and take your meds? And - I get that. Aedan was worried because he was younger, and not sure what I'd want. If I'd run or want to push him around."
"I was impressed," he adds once they're up the stairs and he's setting things up at the low table near the couch. "Had no clue what was going on at the time, but Calum, when I first got here, was mostly worried if I felt free to make choices and about making me feel at home. That was his first thing, about adding me to the family. It was impressive."
“That IS a good thing.” Emmett nods, as he settles in, and slips a hand into his pocket for his medicine, then pauses to squirt a few blasts up each nostril, sitting back a second as it takes effect. “That’s about what we’ve all tried to do with our new arrivals at Headquarters.” He does make a little face there.
“I like some better than others, but even those aren’t bad and deserve the support so it’s good you got it too. You seem more the stay and fight type to me. Not in action necessarily, but in well reasoned words.” He’d get along with Evie.
"Hm - I don't know. I tend to kind of - you know the guy who's got a broken bed and is angry about it, but thinks that's just how it is? Until suddenly you've got the incoming storm of dammit, the bed's gone?" Noah grins. "I'm better about talking about it, but - yeah. I tend to just hang in there, but I also sulk, which isn't great. And I do like talking when I can."
“Well, fair enough then that you got the encouragement and people checking in now, on that front.” Emmett nods. He’s known people who are like that, with just the way things are. “A couple of my players have that sort of thing going. Anything to get them talking about problems helps.”
"And I'm glad at your age that you're doing that. I certainly wasn't caring about people that well at your age." Noah's settling in to eat some stuff. "I was - basically training a bunch of small kids, and an angry teen."
“My year tens are angry.” Emmett supplies, rolling his eyes a little. “Well, some. Hormones, I’m told.” he shakes his head. “Thankfully, James, my co-captain, is good at managing them too. But that’s…” he nods. “Sounds harder in your case.”
"It was not easy, but I am here now, so - this too will pass?" Noah smiles at him. "Feel free to look around, or eat. The meds will help, I take it?"
“Should halt it in its tracks.” Emmett nods. “Scout caught it pretty early. She usually can alert me to a point where if I catch it straight away, I don’t end up with a seizure. Which is a good thing. Even the mild ones, I get a killer headache after, but the major kind are a LOT less frequent now that I’m aware of the triggers.It’s quiet here, so there’s not a lot to be worried about with that.” He smiles.
“Stress, probably, for this one, so I appreciate you going ahead and making sure I’m all right. It’s likely just that the time he was in London and I was away from it bloody well sucked. Associations. But I got a few friends out of that so even it wasn’t the WORST. And here...you lot are a lot better already. Old George TRIED but couldn’t exactly take the time for one not even an apprentice’s troubles. But I’ve felt no need to run away from here. That,” He eyedarts. “Is reserved for school.”
The broad way he says that means it’s obviously a joke. Mostly. He did run from school the one time and ended up in the mess of his first kill, so it’s not something to take COMPLETELY lightly, but it’s funny in a ironic way.
"And that just makes the bodyguard in me try to check the exits and perch on things like a grumpy gargoyle. I know you're joking, but - old habits?" Noah's smiling at him. "But I hope it is better here. We can keep doing this you know. Find out who's here, get lunch, check in how you're doing? I can't promise my work schedule won't go weird, but I can try."
“That’d be nice. Get Aedan involved too, maybe, when he can?” Emmett’s pretty sure Aedan isn’t eating like he SHOULD be, even though he makes an effort to eat when people remind him. It’s one of those things he tends to worry about when it comes to his older friend.
“And it’s not as though I don’t LIKE Sir Iomhar, though Sir Calum’s a little more my style, just...a bit awkward at the moment. Thought I’d be the one bringing boys or girls home to be vetted, not the one being asked my thoughts about them. NOT that I’ve ever had the urge to. I know from history, I’m going to have a child, a daughter, but the whole dating idea feels weirdly foreign. Like, I wouldn’t MIND it, it’s not terrifyingly uncomfortable like Enjolras feels, but I just…” He shrugs. “Late bloomer, I suppose. Or people here are different.”
"Or you haven't found the people for you yet." Noah shrugs. "I didn't think I'd marry. And I'd be happy to have Aedan there, if he wants."
“I can ask, then.” Emmett nods. “And perhaps, at that.” He sips his tea now and settles back. “This is pleasant. Thank you.”
Noah grins. "It's - kind of what I want this to be? They set my twin and myself up here, to kind of - let us have some space and recover, and I'm still very fond of just the space we ended up with here. You're welcome to check out the books if you want. There's a library in the main castle as well."
“Ah right.” Emmett smiles. “I’ve been THERE a few times.This one is nice. Comfortable.” He grins. “I’m told you have quite the collection of mysteries?”
"Aye. And cheesy romance novels. I'd say it's my brother's taste, but I read them as well." Noah waves a hand. "The off color coloring pages is from Shaun." And while Emmett's young, he suspects Emmett's heard worse than a unicorn swearing as it springs off on a coloring page.