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Adam Pucey (adampucey) wrote in landing_rpg,
@ 2009-07-07 01:39:00

WHO. Adam & Evan Pucey, eventually Jessica Vaisey
WHAT. A chance encounter
WHERE. Outside an elite party.
WHEN. Night time
RATING. Probably high for language.
STATUS. Incomplete / Closed

It was a chilly January night. The breeze outside was crisp and cool, staining one Adam Pucey's cheeks pink as the boy made his way from an apparition point, towards a majestic house that stood proud and tall atop a hill not too far from where he was. He slumped back against the tall tree overlooking the land and ran a cold hand over his face, his position affording him a view of the grounds of what appeared to be an elite function. People were apparating in on one side, he house lit brightly from the inside. It almost appeared like a scene from a dream...

Adam fished a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with his wand. He wore a simple polo shit and dark jeans combo, a cloak shrugged on and boots covering his feet- certainly not the attire one would choose for the events that were to transpire within the great house. He took a drag an exhaled deeply. His hands were shaking, he noted candidly for he hadn't quite noticed before. In his pocket was an invitation to the said event, but he knew it was perhaps a mistake that he was sent one, for it was addressed to the Pucey family as a whole. In the past years, he's attended these funtions. Mingled with the right people, made business arrangements with some. It was hs job for the past few years of his life. But now, he was forcefully relieved of those duties because... of the path he'd chosen to take. Surely, he would be unwelcomed if he showed his face.

Still, he was there. Why? Perhaps a part of him wanted to see his family, wanted to see that they were alright despite his absence. He had done the very same during New Year's, where he stood outside his family's home until it was mere minutes until midnight, just wanting to see them, but afraid to be seen by them. After, he retreated back to his home, where Wesly had patiently waited for him. Now, his eyes looked at the fingers holding up his fag, a ring gleaming in one of his fingers. He couldn't help but smile a little at the thought of his Westly. It gave him comfort to kow he'll be waiting for him when this was over...

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evanpucey
2009-07-07 06:18 pm UTC (link)

Evan couldn’t help but feel a twinge somewhere in his stomach at his brother’s expression. He looked horrified, crushed, destroyed. For a moment, he almost wanted to take it back. He almost wanted to apologize to him and say he hadn’t meant what he had said, but he knew it was not only too late to do so, but that he had meant it. It would have been easier. He wouldn’t have felt so betrayed. He wouldn’t have to deal with knowing every day his brother was still out there, but was no longer his brother. He was someone else, and his brother was never going to come back. “What good does it do me to see you?” he muttered after a moment’s pause.

“I don’t know, Adam. Obviously happy enough that you did what you did. You’re obviously happy enough to miss all the so-called highlights of my life. You’re gone, in case you hadn’t noticed. You picked him over us, remember? You made a choice. You left.” And Evan was certain he would never be able to forgive him for it.

Evan felt sick, physically ill, as the words left Adam’s mouth. A commitment band. He was making the commitment to be with him for the rest of their lives, ‘not an engagement, but’ it was coming soon. Evan could finish the sentence without any help of Adam’s. The cigarette in his hand finally slipped through his trembling fingers, which in disgust with himself, he quickly clenched into a fist. “Of course,” he ground out. A marriage would make the damage permanent. There would be no turning back. There would be no chance of reconciliation. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Westly Nott, and that meant he wanted to spend it apart from the Pucey family, away from Evan.

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adampucey
2009-07-07 06:24 pm UTC (link)

Adam gave a bitter laugh at the words that came next. The absense of remorse only proved how much the other meant what he'd said. He still had not recovered from it all when he spoke. "Nothing." he said, crushed that his own blood would hate him so. "The only one who benefits from it... is me." He ran a cold hand through his hair, leaving them in casual disarray. "I like seeing you, even though I know fully well that you feel the opposite towards me." he admitted. "I like knowing you're healthy and alive. I like seeing you take care of mother and father, Anna and Peyton. Why... did you think I came here tonight in the first place?"

"I'm not gone." Adam told him, his tone reflecting his exhaustion. "I'm here, aren't I?" Suddenly not in the mood to smoke, he flicked his cigarette to the ground and crushed it with his boot. "And you know fully well I didn't leave. I was pushed away. Don't you think I would have stayed if I could stand by family and keep Westly by my side?"

The anger in Evan seemed to almost emanate from his very person, a strong energy that repelled him and warned him to keep his distance. "I'm not going to change." he said in an almost whisper. It hurt that he had to tell Evan these things. He still seemed to be in some form of denial. "I love him with every fiber of what I am. I plan to be with him for as long as I can breathe in air into my lungs. And I'll marry him one day and spend the rest of my life making sure that he's happy and that no one will hurt him the way his family has." His chest felt as if it was going to burst, but he kept strong and went on. "I'm happy. Can't you ever find it in yourself to be happy for me, too?"

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evanpucey
2009-07-07 06:44 pm UTC (link)

"No."

It was a single word, but it's presence was powerful and final, and Evan was almost caught offguard by the strength behind it as he stared down his older brother, a man he had once looked up to so much. He would never be happy for his brother, not after he had left, not after his decisions.

"I will never be happy for you and Westly." The boy's name came out of his mouth like venom, spat to the ground. "You blame our father for your situation, but you have no one to blame but yourself. You 'love him with every fiber of your being'," It was clear that Evan found this notion ridiculous. "And have left nothing for your family. You were given a choice, and you made your decision because of a ridiculous infatuation that you've convinced yourself is going to last you a lifetime. You've given up the people who birthed you, raised you, loved and cared for you for seventeen years before you even so much as glanced at this stupid boy you've decided you're going to marry.

I deluded myself into thinking you'd change your mind, you know. A part of me honestly believed you'd come back to our family, and I'd have my brother back. I've realized now," He laughed bitterly. "Even when this romance of yours ends, even if you come crawling back on your hands and knees, I won't want you back. You aren't my brother. Not anymore."

Even with the firmness of his words, Evan could feel the sharp pain building in his chest, burning to the point that it was difficult to breathe, but Evan was nothing if not talented at appearing much more thick-skinned than he was. He finally averted his gaze from his brother's to start the journey back to the castle, his fancy shoes crushing the unlit cigarette that had fallen, pressing it down into the snow.

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adampucey
2009-07-07 07:08 pm UTC (link)

Adam had felt the force that powered that single syllable. Again, it lashed at him, left an open wound along with the others Evan had inflicted on him with his tactlessness and carelessly delivered lines. He doubted if he could stand on his own if not for the tree that supported his weight.

The words left him in excruciating pain, but almost too quickly, he felt numbness filling him. Evan's words weren't new concepts to him. In his months of solitude, he had already thought of the worst things Evan could sayto him if they were ever to meet. Hearing them in person hurt. But he deserved everything, and he knew this; he was not going to flee, but stand his ground and take whatever was thrown at him.

"Then so be it." Adam said, far too calm, his walls lifting up around him when they obviously hadn't been there before. "From this day forth, you're no longer my brother, Evan." he told him, even though he struggled to keep his voice steady. It was difficult when all he wanted to do was cross the lawn to his little brother and pull him in his arms. "Don't worry. I won't come back to a home I'm not welcome in. I wouldn'be able tostomach it anyway, knowing my happiness is ridiculed and valued at so little a price..."

Adam stood in silence as he watched him go. "Goodbye, Evan." he said, but this time his voice faltered, and before he could fall apart, he apparated back home.

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