Carter Flint just wants pie. (fuzzybunny) wrote in lemondropz, @ 2015-08-14 08:25:00 |
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WHO: Carter Flint & OPEN UNTIL FILLED
WHAT: Letting out some frustration
WHEN: Mid-morning, Friday 14 August 2025
WHERE: Diagon Alley
RATING: TBD, language likely
STATUS: Ongoing
Carter was struggling with what was known as a crisis of conscience. As the days went by, and Drew was still a little kid, he was beginning to wonder if his idea to send the lad fake postcards from their mam was the right idea. It was a terrible lie, but it saved his brother from having his heart broken. When he'd had to deal with that before, he'd been basically grown. He was, more or less, equipped to handle it.
How do you tell a five year old that he was half orphaned?
Carter didn't want to, and he sure as shit didn't want that task falling to his da or Izzie. It wasn't like he could protect them from the fallout of that news. They would still feel the effects of it, once Drew knew. But he would be the badguy. He would be the one Drew hated for telling him. It was easier for Carter to take on that role than to see his father or sister hurt from it.
But he couldn't tell a kid something like that. Was it better to lie to protect, or hurt them but be honest? His instincts were to protect. Always protect, especially from something that he knew would shatter hearts and lives and bonds.
Carter wasn't one who easily expressed his emotions. He didn't always know how, especially with the big things. He bottled shit up until they exploded, unless he let that energy out in another way.
He couldn't play Quidditch anymore, but that didn't stop him from flying. Not with a broom. Carter's arms might not be equipped for throwing anymore, but they could hold his weight. They could lift and pull and flip him over roofs. Carter wasn't flying on a broom. Carter leaped from rooftop to rooftop, swinging off rails and gutters. Running up walls and landing in tumbles that continuously moved him forward. He paid no attention to the people in the alley below. He ran to clear his head.
Sliding down the roof of the "Triple Dub", he swung to the ground, landing in a crouch to the left of the door. He was going to get pranks and gags for he and Drew to play with. As he straightened and stood, his shoulder bumped into something that was softer than a building. "Tá brón orm."