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Jessica Vaisey (littlevaisey) wrote in landing_rpg,
@ 2009-03-07 14:38:00

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evan pucey, jessica vaisey

WHO; Jessica Vaisey and Evan Pucey
WHAT; Frustrations.
WHEN; Night time
WHERE; The Slytherin Commons
RATING; TBA
STATUS; Incomplete / Closed.

The night was chillier that Jessica had ever remembered it had been. She wondered if the heating charms in the castle were just failing, or it was just the absence of company that's making her feel the cold. She was heading back from the library, having finished a paper for a class the next day. It had taken her much longer than usual, for her thoughts seemed preoccupied with a young man with blonde hair. Evan had been in a constant in her thoughts since she had last spoken to him over the journals; he sounded so miserable and broken that it broke her heart. Jessie wanted to comfort him, and tell him everything was going to be okay, but it seemed the other wouldn't believe her no matter what she said...

With a sigh, she said the password for the Common Room entrance and went silently inside, planning to go directly to her room when a familiar figure caught her eyes on the way to the staircases. "Evan?" she called out and approached him cautiously.

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littlevaisey
2009-03-07 12:36 pm UTC (link)

Jessica tried to what feeling of hurt that had happened in her chest when she felt his hands loosened around her, and kept her gaze on her lap. It was true she did know. It made her feel so helpless being in a position where she couldn't do a thing even when she was willing to just anything to not have to see Evan in this state. "You don't have to do this you know..." she whispered, placing the bottle on the floor by is feet. "This is not healthy for you, Evan. I know your sad, but... you don't have to throw everything else away." She turned to him, her face void of the emotions that were tearing at her chest. "How many classes have you attended in the past three days?"

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evanpucey
2009-03-07 12:41 pm UTC (link)

Evan frowned at her. "Adam throws things away. Adam threw everything away. Threw his title away, his family away, me away," he rambled. "Adam throws everything away except his stupid butt buddy." He was surprisingly gentle as he moved her off of his lap. "Because Westly is worth more than everything," he said loudly, earning the attention of a few people in the common room. "Westly fucking Nott who's probably upstairs wanking at the thought of him." He swayed a bit as he reached for the banister.

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littlevaisey
2009-03-07 01:02 pm UTC (link)

The careful way he handled her when he moved her off his lap did not go unnoticed. She realized that even in his intoxicated state, Evan's concern for her continued to show. She was surprised, almost scared at his ever-changing tone, from a hushed whisper to a loud voice that drew the attention of those who scattered about the Commons. Instinctively, her fingers reached up to cover his lips. "Shh..." she said gently. After a sigh, she released his lips then stood immediately when he reached for the banister. Careful hands held him, supported him, then held his face. She saw much anger in them, but more than that, she saw hurt. "Evan. Stop this. Please. You don't need to do this..." she took his face in her hands and looked deep into his eyes. This wasn't the Evan she knew and this worried her more than she would ever express. "Come back..."

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	evanpucey 2009-03-07 01:15 pm UTC (link)
	Evan tugged her hands off of his face. "I'm not the one who left," he answered bitterly, turning and eyeing the stairs warily, before starting up them, glad for the support of the banister as he made his way up. "Westly!" he shouted, still climbing. "Westly fucking Nott, I want to talk to you, you tosser! WESTLY!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

littlevaisey
2009-03-07 01:27 pm UTC (link)

Jessica's eyes widened in panic when Evan started calling out to Westly Nott in the staircase that led to the dormitories. His voice bounced against the walls, echoing up to the rooms and even in the Commons. It hurt that he rejected her touch when she was trying to calm him down. But she couldn't give up on him so easily. She couldn't. Her hands, easily smaller than his held him tighter and she pulled him out of the stairs with all her strength. "Evan, stop it. Just... stop it." she said, for the firsttime her voice reflecting her frustration, her sadness. "You may like seeing yourself like this but I don't. I want to help you, but... it seems that you don't want my help." Her eyes bore to his. "I can't even see you in your eyes anymore..." Her hand fell away from his, despite how much it hurt her.

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evanpucey
2009-03-07 01:42 pm UTC (link)

Evan was about to shout for his brother's lover again when he felt Jessica's hands upon him again, dragging him back down to erase what progress he'd made going up the stairs. She was looking at him again, and even his fuzzy mind could pick up on the fact that she was upset, though it couldn't quite process why. "You don't make sense," he told her, returning to his earlier position as he slid down the wall to lean against it at the bottom of the stairs. "Why're you on his side?" he grumbled from his position on the floor. "Why does everyone feel so bad for him? He did this. He did this to us."

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littlevaisey
2009-03-07 02:07 pm UTC (link)

Jessica made a sound of indignation when Evan had accused her of being on Westly's side and not his. Her features were slightly constricted, a look that said that she wanted to cry even though she couldn't. She hasn't shed a tear for years, and even though she felt like she should now, she couldn't. But her voice, even in her frustration, was still as soft as it had always been when she spoke.

After a calming breath, she sank to her knees in front of him. "I'm not on his side." she told him. "Could you stop getting mad at everyone?... At me?" she added hesitantly. how can she be thinking of herself at a time like this? "You're not getting anywhere with your shouting, or drinking. So what's the point of doing it at all?"

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evanpucey
2009-03-07 02:18 pm UTC (link)

"And what would you suggest?" he drawled. "Maybe I should run off and fall in love?" He snorted. "Oh- better yet, with a Mudblood!" He let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, and one that hates my parents, that's always a winner. Maybe one who hates her parents, too! And we can move in with Westly and Adam, and we can be one big homosexual, responsibility-ditching, happy fucking family!"

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littlevaisey
2009-03-07 02:41 pm UTC (link)

Jess' head was bowed when he spoke. Every hurtful, sarcastic word that entered her ears was a blow to her heart. She waited until he was done, knowing that when she would try to stop him, he probably wouldn't hear her. "You don't hate Adam." she said, believing it with all that she has. "You're just hurt because you want him to take back what he's said and tell you he's not going to get disowned you..." She took his hands in hers, and carefully propped them on his lap. "He's still there though, isn't he? With the same face, the same person. I don't think he will EVER leave you. He will just be a little farther than he usually was, but stil never out of reach." Thumbs drew circles over his knuckles, hoping to calm him. "You don't have to make this so hard, Evan. I... I can no longer simply watch you sink and do nothing..."

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evanpucey
2009-03-07 02:59 pm UTC (link)

"No," he said bluntly, trashing her thoughtful spiel with one bitter word. "He's not the same. He would've never done this. He used to care about our family name. He used to care about making our father proud. He used to take care of things." Evan had always looked up to Adam more than was likely healthy, probably because Evan himself had always fought so hard to earn his father's approval that Adam seemed to earn so naturally... until now.

"And-" He let out a weak laugh. "Adam... wouldn't have been to big of a coward to tell me to my face. In a sodding letter. Fucking Merlin's beard."

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littlevaisey
2009-03-07 03:15 pm UTC (link)

Jess was taken aback by his harsh tone, and his sharp stare. Hurt, she looked down as he spoke, careful to hide the fact that she was trying to hold herlsef together before she looked up at him again. "I don't know what else to say..." she admitted. "Right now it seemshe could not do anything to remedy what has already been committed. I just think that though you can't turn back time... you can still set things right. Drinking and getting wasted doesn't accomplish that. You're... running away from something." A pause as a thoughtful expression crossed her features. "What are you afraid of?"

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evanpucey
2009-03-07 03:26 pm UTC (link)

Evan stared at her. “Because that’s what us Pucey’s do, right, Jessica? We run away?” A sober Evan wouldn’t have talked to Jessica the way he had been that evening, but Evan wasn’t sober, and he wasn’t happy, and he didn’t give a flying flip about how anyone felt or what anyone thought of him. “I’m not fucking running. I have to do what my brother was supposed to. I’ll be the one everyone’s looking to now. I’ll go to all the stupid fucking parties and be on best behavior, dance with all the eligible pureblood women, tell the fucking old hags how lovely they look in their stupid dresses. I’ll take over Dad’s business and run it- so what if he has to cram 17 years worth of knowledge and connections into two years? I’ll become head of household, fix everything for everyone, and I won’t fucking run away like my brother did.” He hung his head, letting his eyes close. “Dad put everything into him, you know. Adamson Pucey, the golden boy. Ha!”

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littlevaisey
2009-03-07 03:41 pm UTC (link)

It was becoming quit an effort to stay calm despite every word van lashed out at him. But Jessica told herself he was under the influence, that he would never hurt her if the circumstances were different. She didn't know for sure, but if she didn't cling to what faith she had in him, she had nothing.

She watched him hang his head and close his eyes. "You're afraid you're not going to please your father the way your brother did. You're afraid you won't live up to what your father is expecting." she stated, trying her best to understand what he was feeling. "You're afraid of being judged from how you perform a task that wasn't yours to begin with..." Gently, she lifted his face so she could look at him. "You're too young for this sort of burnen. Much too young..." she said, before her lips rose in the corners into an encouraging small smile. "But you're not alone in this. You have Anna, and Peyton. And though I don't know if this means anything at all, but you have me. I believe in you, and I know I'm not making a mistake with thinking that..."

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	evanpucey 2009-03-07 03:53 pm UTC (link)
	"Can I go to bed now?" he asked gruffly. Evan was stubborn enough sober, let alone when he had alcohol in his system. He wasn't about to admit that Jessica was right, but he was running out of steam to fight with her. He was running out excuses and snappy comebacks. Bed seemed like a much easier option. It was getting to be late anyway. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

littlevaisey
2009-03-07 04:00 pm UTC (link)

It was another blow to have been dismissd so quickly, her sincere words thrown back at her without remorse. But jessica knew that whatever he did, she could not hold it against him. It was a holds he had on her that she knew would not ever change.

With a gentle nod, Jessica released him and carefully stood. "Do you need help?" she asked, managing a small smile as she did so.

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	evanpucey 2009-03-07 04:08 pm UTC (link)
	"No." Probably, actually, but again, he was being stubborn, and that was unlikely to change until tomorrow when his stubbornness came back to bite him in the form of a very, very painful hangover. "I can do it." He heaved himself up, swaying a bit, before slowly starting up the stairs. Halfway up, though, he paused to look over his shoulder. "Night, Jess." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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