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Tweak says, "A is for Axe"

Colin Creevey (starshaped) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-09-16 02:08:00

Entry tags:

ch: bdh: dennis creevey, ch: love: colin creevey, p: emmy, p: kaitlin

Who: Coling^love & Dennis^bdh
What: Finding each other again
When: Saturday nightish?
Where: Outside Gryffindor Tower
Warnings: Emosads.

Colin was nervous, but nothing showed it. He was careful not to show things around others. There'd been a lot of feelings when he'd been writing in his journal, but he'd been careful about even making noise. He couldn't let anyone know. He had to be careful. It wasn't allowed. They weren't allowed to feel everything the way they did. He shouldn't feel as much as he did. It was dangerous. Still, he couldn't help it. Dennis was his brother. Dennis was everything to him. Justin...as far as he was aware, wasn't here. It made his heart do weird, stoppy things. Like it was stuttering. He didn't want Justin not to be there.

For a moment, he had to focus on breathing and he leaned against the wall, looking as even and calm as he could, though his eyes closed. They were always the things that could give him away the easiest. He counted down from ten at least two times before he opened his eyes again, a carefully constructed expression. Dennis would be here soon and he couldn't show too much. He had to be careful. If anyone saw...

It was one thing to say that he loved his brother. It was another for everyone else to see it. It was dangerous.

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artfuldennis
2012-09-17 01:42 am UTC (link)

Dennis was a wreck. It wasn't in the way that it had been drying his initials weeks at the compound. Where he had been cynical and unwilling to enjoy any experience. Guilt had filled his every thought and movement and he had shut himself away from everyone else inside the complex. Time chipped away at him and he began to allow people in. He began to lower his walls and to consider the concept of a second chance. Perhaps he could be given penitence among the Scientists. Happiness was something that maybe, just maybe, he could be allowed.

And in all of that, he had accepted that he was not going to be one of the souls who got to be reunited with a deceased loved one. He was given figures still very present in his life but years younger then they were expected to be. Marie and Andromeda were both so young in comparison to himself. In his initial days he had asked if Colin were there. And he had dealt with the disappointment swiftly and accepted his brother was not meant to return. He would be given no ghost.

He should have known better then to think in such absolutes. The Scientists did not dwell in them. Perhaps if he had braced himself for the possibility of his brothers return, he wouldn't have been such a mess. Yet, upon seeing the ward, he had acted much like a child, crying in a corner and trying not to be noticed as he clutched his journal, unwilling to look Marie in the eyes in his moment of weakness. He was grateful for her support, as he rested a hand on her arm, clinging to it, his body pressed back against hers, as he tried to gather his strength and courage. He was frightened of a twenty two year old boy.

If only because he had never met the twenty two year old. Colin, his dearest Colin, had died well before he came of age. He fought as a man but died still a child.

Once he was composed enough, he knew what he needed to do. He swore to Colin he would meet him and help him around the castle. He was never going to break a promise to his brother, whether from another world or not. Stepping from the stairwell, he caught sight of the boy. He knew it was him. Taller, more mature, and oh so alive; and most certainly Colin.

His reddened eyes threatened to swell with tears again. He cleared his throat. "Hello, Collie," he spoke. He had a feeling his brother would have a more difficult time recognizing him. He looked well beyond his actual age. Time was not kind to Dennis.

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starshaped
2012-09-17 01:53 am UTC (link)

Colin looked over at Dennis calmly. His clothes never quite fit right, so he hoped Dennis wouldn't mind. At least most of them could share clothes. It was a norm for them to be thin. There wasn't much they could do about it. "Hello, Dennis." Even his voice carefully concealed the amount of joy that he felt upon seeing his brother. It was difficult not to reach out. He glanced around quietly for a bit before returning his attention to his brother.

"Thirty-four," he said quietly, simply. He looked him over, remaining quiet as he pushed off the wall. "I saw you not long ago, but not at this age." He looked around again, making sure no one was there before he reached out, leaning up to whisper, "Remember what I wrote. It's still true." As he leaned back, his hand lightly rested on Dennis' cheek for a moment before he let it drop.

"You're a lot less skinny than I remember. We'd never be able to share clothes now. How have you been?"