Nora Cadwallader (safekeep) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-04-15 20:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | barnaby snell, nora cadwallader |
WHO: The Snell siblings
WHAT: Trying to make plans
WHEN: Sunday, April 15
WHERE: Baz's
WARNINGS: :(
“You haven’t eaten anything all day,” Baz gently insisted, gesturing to the tray he’d set down in front of his sister. It was nothing fancy — just a simple sandwich and tomato soup. He gave her a concern-laden glance as he sunk down into the sofa beside her, pressing a kiss into her hair. “This will make you feel a bit better.” It was a lie, of course. Nothing he could do or provide would make her feel better. Nora didn't move. "I'm not hungry," she said. She wasn't trying to be stubborn; the thought of food made her stomach churn. She didn't want to eat. She didn't want to do anything. “I know you’re not, but you should eat anyway.” His eyes flicked between her and the tray. “At least the soup. Please?” She looked at the soup, then at her brother and the concern in his eyes, and relented. She shifted on the couch and picked up the spoon, stirring it through the soup as it cooled and making at least the token gesture of eating something. "Thank you." “Of course.” A heavy silence settled over the room like snow. Baz stared at the edge of the table until his vision began to blur. There was something he needed to bring up, something that was becoming all the more pressing the further they got away from Rhys’—murder. “We need to leave soon,” he said, quietly. “I called Mum earlier and she agrees, we should leave as soon as possible. For Brazil,” he clarified, as if that wasn’t obvious. "But—" She shifted again, abandoning the soup as she turned to face her brother. "You said you weren't going." “Yeah, but that was before—” Baz abruptly broke off and averted his gaze. “Things are different now. So I’m going to come with you.” Nora shook her head. "I'm not going," she insisted. Surprise flickered across Baz’s face. “What? Why not? Nora, it’s not safe for you here.” A bitter laugh escaped Nora. "They don't care about me." “I don’t know if that’s true.” Baz scrubbed a hand across his face as he let out a heavy sigh. “There’s a Death Eater at St. Mungo’s. You just quit — that’s definitely going to piss them off.” "They were tracking me," Nora said. She played absently with her sleeve, not looking at him as she spoke. "They found him because of me and they waited until I was gone to go after him. If they wanted to k—to kill me, they would've taken me, too. They don't care about me." Baz shook his head. “You don’t know that. They’ve had plenty of opportunity to kill Jeremy and they haven’t yet. They like playing mind games with people. And I’m not going to sit around this godforsaken country and let you be next. I just won’t.” "I can't go, Baz." Exasperated, Baz threw up his hands as he rose to his feet, pacing a frantic circle around the living room. “Why not? There’s—” There’s nothing left here was on the tip of his tongue. “You were going to leave before. Rhys wouldn’t want you to be in danger.” "Please don't do that," she said quietly. "Please don't talk about what Rhys would want. Rhys is gone." “We can’t stay, Lenore,” Baz pleaded. “You know we can’t. And I think I’m right about R—I’m right.” "We were supposed to go together. We had plans. We were—" Her voice hitched and she swallowed hard; she did not want to start crying again. It was all she had done. "We were going to start a family. I can't—I can't go without him." Baz looked stricken with grief as he walked toward his sister, kneeling down in front of her. “I know you were supposed to go together,” he said, his voice soft. “And I’m sorry the Death Eaters took that away from you. I know going with me isn’t ideal, but… I think it’s what has to happen.” He reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry.” She squeezed his hand and then leaned forward to pull him into a hug because she had made up her mind and she didn't want to fight. She needed her little brother. She was too thick with tears to speak without crying, so she held him there for a moment through a few ragged breaths until she felt herself under control again. "It's okay, Baz," she said. "You shouldn't have to lose Jeremy because I lost Rhys. We can stay here." Baz frowned at her. “Jeremy has to take care of his brother. I have to take care of you. He gets that.” Nora sighed. "This sucks." “It super sucks,” he agreed, offering her a weak smile. “But we’ll get through it, okay?” He kissed her forehead before he rose to his feet. “And we can talk about Brazil more tomorrow. You should focus on eating your sandwich.” Nora looked over at the food. She still wasn't hungry, but she didn't feel sick about it anymore. "I'll eat half of it if you sit here and eat with me," she offered. There was no hesitation on Baz’s part as he offered her a sad little smile. “It’s a deal.” |