Severus Snape is tired of the lies. (fortiscadere) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-06-19 20:29:00 |
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Demetrius was admittedly slightly disappointed that Severus was getting married. He would be married and doing married people things and too busy to spend time with him. That and, well, he was a halfblood getting married before many of the purebloods. That just wasn't right at all. But it didn't much matter, tonight they'd celebrate. Pulling out a few miscellaneous bottles of liquor, he set them out on the table in his sitting room before taking a seat and waiting impatiently for Severus to arrive. One of the cats- Bertram, he was sure, because he hated him almost as much as he hated Aubrey- jumped onto the table and stared at him- head cocked to the side. "Go away," he muttered. The first time he had been getting ready to get married, he'd been a bundle of nerves the day before his wedding and yet as it had turned out he'd spend that evening nearly getting killed and the wedding hadn't happened. But by the third time around Severus was finding that he really wasn't nervous - at least not yet. It was possible he would still get nervous tomorrow, but tonight he really did just want to spend the evening with Demetrius, get very, very drunk, and do the normal sorts of things that future grooms did before their wedding day. Demetrius was a brother in every way except actual blood and Severus arrived a few minutes late, but pushed open the door and sought out the sitting room where he was guessing Demetrius was staying. He startled a cat as he pushed open that door and it yowled and ran from the room and he stared after it for a moment before entering the sitting room and giving Demetrius a grin. "Let's hope we aren't jinxing anything by actually behaving as if I am going to get married tomorrow," he said dryly as he pushed the door half closed behind him. Demetrius smiled at Severus, and as the cat left the room. Stupid fucking thing. He hated the cats, and luckily the feeling seemed to be mutual, they tended to avoid him. Picking a bottle and random and filling two glasses with it, he held one out for Severus. "I do hope not. I don't think a fourth wedding would be particularly...well. Third time is the charm, right?" he asked, shrugging. Maybe it was just not meant to be, though he didn't really have the heart to tell Severus he thought he should just not ever get married. Ever. He relaxed on his sofa, shifting uncomfortably for a moment. He didn't exactly know what to say now. This was sort of huge. "That's what they say," Severus took the offered glass and sat down in a chair across from his friend. If this didn't work this time - if something else happened when it was just him and Agatha, and the Mulciber's and the Chubb's really - Severus really didn't know what he would do. Agatha had not seemed willing to take his offer to allow her to break the engagement off, and while part of him might not want to get married because of the responsibility he felt it entailed, the other part of him had grown somewhat fond of her. He took a sip of the liquor and was quiet for a moment. Assuming things actually went as planned this was his last time drinking with Demetrius like this. And Demetrius would be married to Corbina eventually and they'd both have other responsibilities. "I'm getting married, not dying," he quipped to Demetrius' silence. "Granted, I did seem to confuse the issue a bit on the first wedding day, but I promise to keep them straight this time." "Married, dead, whatever," he said grumpily, taking a swig of his own drink. "I'm going to miss this," he added. "Agatha will let us still hang out, right?" he asked, a little pitifully. Demetrius knew he sounded pathetic, but he was going to miss his best friend, dammit. "Don't start having children too quickly, then we really will never see each other ever again," he said, half joking. Laughing slightly, he winced and put a hand to his side. "Ugh." But he didn't complain, Severus had it much worse off. "How are you doing?" he asked, gesturing vaguely to his left hand. Severus smirked slightly. "They are different things," he said dryly and followed his first sip with another one. This was really what he preferred, he thought. Something simple with him and Demetrius. He didn't have to pretend to be something different with Demetrius - at least not really. It was ironic, perhaps that although there were all sorts of secrets he kept from his best friend, that he never felt as if he were hiding himself from Demetrius. "Agatha will let us see each other," he said with a small smile. He forgot how little Demetrius had actually had any opportunity to spend time around Agatha. "It could have been much worse - she's reasonable, really, and she doesn't seem to hate me or despise me, and that's always a good quality in a wife." He laughed shortly at the comment on children. As if he was going to be in any rush to bring a half blooded child into the current world? He waved away Demetrius concern about his hand. "I'm getting used to it," he said with only the tiniest of sighs to indicate how frustrating it occasionally was. "I'm just glad it was this hand and not the other. And you?" Severus' eyes hadn't missed Demetrius wince. "You never truly know someone until you marry them," he replied. "She could do a complete turn and become totally beastly. You won't know...until tomorrow night I guess." Demetrius smirked slightly at the implication but said no more, quietly taking a sip of his drink and pondering. "It comes and goes," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "I mean, the pain that is," he said. "Though it's not too bad. My hand has been a pain, though," he continued, holding up his right hand as to show him. "Some idiot blew it up during the fight at the foundation centre," he explained, realizing he hadn't actually divulged the extent of his injury with anyone- only Rabastan had seen it. Severus frowned at the memory of the foundation centre battle. He'd been so bloody close to Agatha that night and had been inept enough to get pushed back. It was a reminder of the practise he needed to undergo at their training sessions. "If nothing else," he told Demetrius with a smirk, "I'll tell her I'm needed for the Cause and I'll have to be back later - she won't have much choice then. But no - I don't think she'll be beastly." He shrugged, smirking once again with Demetrius' implication. "At least not in any bad way." He'd spent more time today wondering what tomorrow night would be like. He knew what sex had been like with Agnes, but that had been different on so many levels. Agatha didn't have Agnes experience (which wasn't a problem so far as Severus was concerned) so obviously it would be different. But that wasn't a concern he was going to go into with Demetrius - not that it was even truly a concern - more like a thought he'd been pondering. He took a look at Demetrius' hand and gave his friend a concerned look. "How bad is it?" Demetrius laughed at his comment. "Right. In a good way," he said agreeably, nodding and taking another swallow of his drink. "Here's to hoping she's perfectly lovely in every way imaginable," he said miming a toast in midair before setting his drink down. He was, admittedly, a bit jealous of Severus. Though extenuating circumstances had been unkind to both of them it seemed, as far as matters of marriage and courtship went. Among things. They were not a pair with the best luck in the world, certainly. "It was pretty bad. It's healed now but sore as all fucking hell," he said, allowing himself to be relaxed and swear with his friend. "Blew a hole in my side too," he added. "The same side MacDonald took out last time we fought." He grimaced at the memory. "I haven't had the best luck as far as my own physical well-being." "I'll drink to that," Severus said lightly, taking another swallow of his own drink. If he'd had his wish - his dream - it would have been Lily he was marrying tomorrow but he'd fucked up that opportunity - if indeed he'd have ever had a chance in the first place. Agatha was not Lily. She wasn't as beautiful as Lily, and certainly didn't have the same personality, but she was perhaps more practical than Lily - and at least thus far, she was more generous with him than Lily ever was. That might change after years of marriage, but Severus rather hoped not. As he considered Dem's side it was on the tip of his tongue to say that Demetrius should be less reckless and more careful, but it seemed like such a horrible insult that he bit his tongue. "You need to stop this business with MacDonald," Severus said instead, falling into an old topic of conversation. "You're engaged, you know." Demetrius watched Severus carefully, wondering what he was thinking. But of course the comment about Mary jerked him back to reality, and he considered it. Naturally Severus was right, he needed to stop it. He didn't know how much farther his body could be pushed in these fights, and he did have more pressing responsibilities. "It's not as if it's indecent," he said finally, frowning. "It'll be over as soon as I can end it," he continued heavily. "I do not keep her alive for my own entertainment." Perhaps that was a lie, or a slight stretching of the truth. But it was certainly nothing he felt comfortable discussing. Severus raised an eyebrow at Demetrius. He rather thought that Demetrius ought to have been able to kill MacDonald already, but thus far it hadn't happened. On the other hand he supposed he really shouldn't be rooting for Demetrius to kill someone. He took another sip of the liquor and shrugged. "I think the sooner the better for your physical self," Severus said simply. "Corbina's coming tomorrow?" He could sense Severus's skepticism, and of course Severus knew him well enough to know when he wasn't being terribly honest. So he didn'd press the subject. He didn't want to talk about- or even think about- Mary MacDonald. She was entirely too lewd. It disgusted him. "Yes," he answered evenly. He was slightly surprised he had been asked to invite Corbina, the only connection she had to anyone there was being his fiancée, which was not much considering. But he would be rather happy to have her around. "Good," Severus nodded while taking another drink. He was glad that Corbina was willing to come and didn't think it was beneath her to go to a halfblood's wedding. In reality he was nervous that Corbina might not particularly approve of his and Demetrius' friendship - but he was hoping that their relationship as colleagues within the Death Eaters would help the two of them to get to know each other a bit better and hopefully create some respect between the two of them. "It will be a small wedding, but in reality I think Agatha will prefer it," he raised the glass. "I think the large society wedding made her bit nervous and with -" he sighed. "With Mireille's death and her being the Maid of Honour it didn't seem right anyway." That wasn't a particularly cheerful thought though, and he took another drink. "How long do you think before these people will stop fighting? Before we don't have to worry about social events being turned upside down by someone's injury, or death, or kidnapping?" "It seems like the best option," he agreed. "Two cancellations in the past few months, plus the death of the maid of honour doesn't seem to welcome a big ceremony." Which was true. It made him rather nervous that their opponents had made it known they were willing to kill an unarmed woman just because of a perceived connection (he doubted they knew of Ferdinand's actual affiliation, truthfully, he didn't seem the type at all) to them. It was bothersome. Demetrius finished off his drink. "I suppose it will take until they're all dead or their spirits have been broken," he said nonchalantly. "Which may take a while considering. Unfortunately." It was merely a bothersome fact of life now. He didn't even mind the fighting. "Do you want another?" he asked, gesturing to the bottles in front of him. Severus sighed slightly at the idea of the fighting continued. He knew that Demetrius was right but unlike his best friend he was tired of it. But perhaps that had as much to do with his extra curricular activities as it did the fighting itself - to be honest if he were not so worried about actually harming someone else on the other side there was something exhilarating about a duel. He shook his head clear and gave his friend a cocky grin. "Keep them coming," he said. "I don't imagine we'll have the chance for another evening like this for at least a little while - I don't think we should waste it, do you?" "Definitely shouldn't waste it," he agreed. |