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Tweak says, "are you coming or going?"

Fletcher Parkinson (vincitore) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-11-15 00:00:00

Entry tags:

ch: thg: fletcher parkinson, ch: thg: tiberius ogden, p: emmy, p: kaitlin

Who: Fletcher Parkinson & Tiberius Ogden Jr.^thg
When: Thursday
Where: Somewhere?
What: Fletcher's going to go find Tibby.
Rating/status: Low, in progress

Fletcher was annoyed. He wasn't going to lie about it. He was annoyed and frustrated and worried. He knew what he'd done and he knew what he'd said. Really, Tiberius' response shouldn't have surprised him, but it was a lot easier to say all the angry things he felt than all of the things that would give away just how hurt he was, how scared he was. Pansy and Tiberius had been taken from him and it had hurt and the only way he knew how to move forward was to be angry all the time. Was it the best way to deal with things? No. No, it wasn't. Should he have done something differently? Probably. Had he? No.

Tiberius hadn't come and he wouldn't talk to him...apparently, so Fletcher was going to find him. He was going to find him and bring him back to Pansy and Theodore. "I'm going to find Tibby. Don't you leave here. Stay together" was all he'd said before he left. He was determined to find him. Absolutely determined. If he fought, he'd just throw him over his shoulder and drag him back. He'd deal with Tiberius' temper afterward. Pansy could convince him to stay...hopefully.

At any rate, Fletcher would keep him close for some time no matter how many damn bruises or injuries came out of it.

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buttercupbaby
2012-11-15 09:36 pm UTC (link)

Tiberius, contrary to probably popular belief, knew how to take care of himself. Or, at the very least, he knew how to use his wand to summon fruit from the tops of a tree, create a beacon of light so he could travel through the forest even once night had fallen, and transfigure his shirt into a blanket. He wasn't so certain how he would have favored without his wand but that wasn't a hurtle he needed to worry with presently.

He had purposefully chosen solitude. While a portion of him could understand that Fletcher was frustrated and even hurt, it didn't change Tiberius from feeling the same. He had facts thrown at him damn near immediately, facts that were simply told to make Tiberius feel how Fletcher felt, with the attachment of guilt on top. Guilt, sadness, anxiety all were mixed together and then the anger of how he was told certain bits of information was thrown on top. Solitude was easier. It was easier then facing Fletcher and all those emotions they were feeling.

He was presently lying far from the main stretch of beach. He didn't want to be near the camps or the people. His arm was cast over his eyes and he was shirtless, lying on the blanket, almost dozed completely off as he laid there.

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vincitore
2012-11-15 09:45 pm UTC (link)

It had taken a little time, but Fletcher found Tiberius. For a moment, he just stared at him. It was a lot more difficult to hide from things when you were looking them right in the eye. Fletcher forced the feelings down for what felt like the hundredth time since getting here. Probably a bad idea...again. Not that he cared. He wasn't dealing with emotional bullshit when there were other things to deal with.

"Get up." The first words he'd actually said to Tiberius and they were an order. Well...these things happened. At least he wasn't dead. That much Fletcher could be happy to notice. Not that he trusted him to stay that way.

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	buttercupbaby 2012-11-16 12:35 am UTC (link)
	"You are in my light," was how he chose to respond to the words, completely ignoring the tone and the order. His arm lifted just a fraction of an inch as he opened one eye to look upward at Fletcher. He hadn't realized just how much his stomach was going to turn when he looked at him and he quickly downcast his eyes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

vincitore
2012-11-16 12:43 am UTC (link)

Fletcher closed his eyes, making a vested effort to keep from losing his temper. He would behave. He would. At least until he couldn't help himself. "Fancy that..." He kept staring at Tiberius which was a little uncomfortable in its own right...because the last time he'd seen Tiberius was at his funeral.

He tried to think of a way to phrase what he wanted to say...but he didn't know. "You still look how I remember." Only he hadn't meant to say that out loud. He cleared his throat and looked away. "Look. You're coming back with me one way or another. Pansy's worried." Yes. Pansy. That's right. It was Pansy that he was doing this for. Right.

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buttercupbaby
2012-11-16 12:55 am UTC (link)

"Still in it," he grumbled as he lowered his arm back over his eyes. His jaw set and he took in a very deep breath. "Well, that's no big surprise. I would be dead by now. Back home, right?" He didn't even attempt to conceal his tone or his temper. He was upset and angry. While he had practically thrown his arms around Pansy he had yet to even do the same to Fletcher or have it done to himself. Part of him understood, he supposed, but that only worked if Tiberius wasn't there. He didn't like the idea of Fletcher closing himself off at all, but it wasn't going to work if both Tibby and Pansy were around, and it stung that in essence he had tried.

"Pansy can come find me then."

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vincitore
2012-11-16 01:00 am UTC (link)

"I'm not getting out of it anytime soon." Fletcher felt his breath catch for a moment before he remembered himself. He had to act like this was normal, like he was okay...even when he wasn't. Then again, no one else had told him that. He'd just told himself. Lili would understand if she was here. They couldn't have showed anything. "Yeah. You would be."

"I'm here. So..." He returned his gaze to Tiberius. "You'll have to deal with me in her stead."

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buttercupbaby
2012-11-16 01:20 am UTC (link)

His arm shifted completely as he pushed his elbows back against the blanket, sitting upwards, as he tilted his head in Fletcher's direction. "Yesterday. I would have died yesterday," he said with perfect calmness. "How soon after was my funeral? We can mark that anniversary too as I pass it by," he added on and it was this sentence that had just a hint of the seething emotion he felt.

"No, I don't," he then told him as he pushed up on his knees, standing to brush off the sand. "I think you are using her as a shield and if she really wanted me, she would be here, not you."

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vincitore
2012-11-16 01:31 am UTC (link)

Not yesterday exactly. Fletcher's jaw clenched slightly, the only real show of how he felt about the current conversation...which really shouldn't have surprised him. "About three days..." His voice was surprisingly calm and even. It was only a matter of practice that kept him from giving away too much. "I'm sure it'll be a real celebration."

Fletcher watched him quietly for a moment. "She can't pick you up and drag you off, though." Which was going to happen if Tiberius made himself difficult. "So...clearly the better choice." Still stubbornly not admitting his feelings. He couldn't, though. If he did, he'd have to feel it and that was a lot more dangerous than not feeling it.

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buttercupbaby
2012-11-16 01:38 am UTC (link)

"Only two to go then," he said bitterly, his eyes focused on Fletcher, as his arms slowly crossed over his chest. He wasn't intending to go anywhere. "Yeah, we'll fry up coconuts and dance. I'll be the reanimated corpse," he said harshly.

"Go on and try it, Fletch," he then said, eyebrow raising. He knew that the man could technically succeed but he wasn't intending to let it happen. He had his dignity after all. Motioning around him to his little camp, he spoke again, "I am perfectly fine. Food, shelter, water. She needn't worry."

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vincitore
2012-11-16 01:48 am UTC (link)

Fletcher's gaze dropped to the ground. "Yeah." He was starting to rethink his decision to come over to get Tiberius. This conversation was dredging up things he didn't want to think about or feel. "I don't think you can fry coconuts." And it was starting to show in his voice that he didn't like the conversation.

"Try..." His voice was soft and he looked up. He didn't care about dignity or anything that would be injured because of his actions at that moment. He'd deal with it later. He stepped closer, reaching out to grab a hold of Tiberius' arm and drag him closer. "You're coming with me. Understand?" A little harsher than he needed to be...but it should get the point across. Now he'd just have to ignore how close Tiberius was.

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buttercupbaby
2012-11-16 04:29 am UTC (link)

He would have argued the point that he could indeed fry coconuts, because after all, wasn't that how they became crispy? Yet it didn't seem like it was worth arguing over. In fact, he was sort of feeling guilty from the way he could sense the shift in Fletcher's tone, that was until his arm was grabbed and suddenly he was in closer proximity to the man, looking him dead in the eye.

"Why?" He said with equal harshness, as his free hand came around to rest on top of Fletcher's, fingers digging into his skin to try and pull his hand from his arm.

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vincitore
2012-11-16 04:38 am UTC (link)

"Because..." Fletcher had a fairly high tolerance for pain, but it wasn't the pain that was distracting. It was their closeness. It only brought a rush of emotions he wasn't willing to deal with and so he let go and turned away. He had to compose himself. He had to stop...whatever it was that was happening because it couldn't happen. He was older and Tiberius was still...Tiberius. Before it wouldn't have mattered. Before, everything would have been fine...but this wasn't before. This was now and he was put together wrong and nothing could be the way it was.

He closed his eyes, forcing his posture to stay correct despite everything. "Nevermind. Maybe you should stay." He nearly winced at the fact that he didn't sound very convincing. "Sorry." He should have turned around but he couldn't. Not before he was composed again.

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buttercupbaby
2012-11-16 04:45 am UTC (link)

He brought his eyebrows together in confusion when Fletcher let go of him and took a step backwards. His hand pressed against his arm, where the man's hand had been, and tried to hold the feeling of warmth that had been there in place. His eyes lowered and he went silent. He missed him. It had been five days since things had been semi normal. Since he had been home, wrapped up in his arms, and coping with loss. And now, five days later, he was still coping with a loss but of an entirely different kind. No one was dead but they were no longer the same. None of them. Pansy was different then he remembered, not in a bad way, an Fletcher was completely different. Shut off. Isolated. Hurtful, perhaps without intention.

He didn't know why it hurt just as much for Fletcher to tell him to stay when that was what he was arguing all along. Except...that was it, wasn't it? He didn't want to be alone but he had been hurt. He wanted to talk about it. Even if he didn't admit it. He wanted to feel like things were sort of right again. Even if they hadn't been since Pansy had left them both behind.

"Okay," he said, his voice straining.

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vincitore
2012-11-16 04:55 am UTC (link)

A lot had changed in eight years. More in seven. Tiberius' death was the end of everything that mattered. He didn't know how to react to being around either of them again and he couldn't...figure out how to be himself again. He didn't know how to rewind that many years and become everything that he was before.

Tiberius' voice broke whatever progress he'd made and he had to start over again, trying to return to the place where he was pulled together again. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" There was no way to fully mask his feelings...and he wasn't sure why he'd said anything at all. He'd needed at least five more minutes before he should have spoken again. You want to leave again. At least that he didn't say out loud.

It was another few minutes before he turned around again. "You didn't want to go anyway." And there it was, the mask returned to its proper place.

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buttercupbaby
2012-11-16 05:23 am UTC (link)

"No," he said with an air of honesty, though he immediately regretted it. His gaze dropped down and he moved his hand away from his arm, rubbing at the back of his neck, as he examined the sand. He didn't dare vacate the situation, even with the increasing silence between them, even though he probably would have been better off to.

His eyes cast upwards when Fletcher spoke again. It wasn't what he wanted but he didn't know how to properly say what he wanted.

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vincitore
2012-11-16 05:32 am UTC (link)

No. It was a simple word and yet it felt a lot more complicated in that moment. Fletcher didn't know what else to say and with Tiberius saying little, it was much more difficult to think of anything. At least not anything that wouldn't lead to discussions he didn't want to have. It was too soon...even if he had practically forced knowledge on both Tiberius and Pansy about their futures only to clam up afterwards.

"I guess I'll..." leave. But that no was still lingering. "What did you..." No. That would lead somewhere uncomfortable. He opened his mouth a couple times in an effort to try to formulate any question that would get him an answer without a drawn out discussion...but he couldn't find the words. "Why?" Which wasn't a clear question at all. He'd meant why did he say no, but he wasn't sure it had come across clear enough.

"I thought you'd been perfectly clear about not wanting to come."

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