Matthew Selwyn (lost_cause) wrote in bloodburn, @ 2011-05-05 00:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: matthew selwyn, character: stephen croaker, location: west sussex - chichester, status: complete! |
Who: Stephen and Matthew
What: THE ANGSTY NERDS' REUNION! (It's like the Partridge Family Reunion, only with LESS STUPID SINGING! XD)
WHen: 2 May 1982, afternoon going on evening?
Where: Matthew's house, naturellement, since Stephen doesn't TRUST Matty enough to let him come to HIS PLACE!
Rating: Let's say... T for Teens again, since Stephen has a dirty mouth!
Though he'd owled in “sick” to work, Matthew spent the morning – and at least part of the afternoon – in a perfectly healthy – if not precisely sane – state: pacing the floor of his father's room, muttering to himself. Frederick was fast asleep that morning, and thus didn't see or hear his son's struggle with himself. But at long last, Matthew sat down at the desk in his father's bedroom, and removed his own Journal from his pocket, in order to write something to Stephen, something else to Uncle Nicholas, and still something more for public viewing. He grimaced deeply as he wrote the note to Uncle Nicholas, and looked positively sour as he added something at the end, for his eyes only!
He briefly contemplated telling Stephen not to come, after all, when he answered almost immediately Matthew's summons for him Still, however, he didn't really have the heart to turn away a man so obviously in need of some company – not to mention, apparently, a shower and a shave (which, incidentally, were not things Matthew himself had foregone even in his deepest grief for Diana's ostensible death. Cleanliness was next to Godliness, after all!) He braced himself for the meeting, certain that if he didn't, he would simply break down sobbing on Stephen's shoulder – much in the same way he had the last time Stephen had visited him at his house.
Still, though, why not break down? So said a little voice in his head, encouraging him to crack under the pressure of choosing his father's ultimate fate – not to mention the strain he felt just being among the Death Eaters! Those were a terrifying lot, really – especially the Lestranges, who held so much power over him!
He grimaced deeply into the mirror as he at long last made a move to shave before Stephen could come 'round and see him so dishevelled! Of course, as any idiot could tell you, attempting to move a body part that was up against a sharp razor could only end badly, and indeed – he did cut himself.
He didn't seem to notice or care, however, continuing on with his toiletry, and washing his face again when he at last noticed the blood leaking out of it. He didn't know where the Dittany was – possibly in his father's room, but... the old man was awake now, and Matthew had no desire to face him – not now he knew the truth of how, exactly, he had treated his kid sister! And why she was so accustomed to spreading her legs, for that matter!
Matthew forcefully shook off those thoughts, just as he heard a knock upon the front door. Who else would be knocking, even though he had let himself in the first time? He hurried downstairs, still trying to apply a sticking plaster to his bleeding cheek, and at last freed a hand to open the door.
“Stephen,” he greeted his friend breathlessly. “Doing something so prosaic as knocking first? This is an unexpected – if not entirely unpleasant – surprise...!”