Gavin Worthington (_affirmation) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-02-13 16:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-03, brodie, gavin |
Or did our hearts that beat so wild and free forget who they beat for?
Who: Gavin and Brodie
Where: Gavin's apartment
When: Afternoon
It had been forever since Gavin could say he'd had a boy staying over in his apartment. Living with Langston was one thing, because Lang was his brother and he knew him better than anyone else on the planet. And it wasn't like he and Brodie were any closer than they were before all this, before Brodie had touched the wall and had his visions go crazy. Brodie didn't want to be alone and Gavin wanted to help, so Brodie had been sleeping on Gavin's couch. That's all. And yet... to Gavin, it was more. It was the closest he'd let anyone in since Anthony, and that fact was constantly on his mind. Anthony had been gone three years, and it wasn't like Gavin should feel guilty for considering moving on. Anthony would have wanted that for him, and probably would have been more than a little disappointed in the fact that Gavin hadn't done just that yet. But then again, Anthony had always been the social one. And he was reading way too much into the idea that he was just helping a friend.
Or perhaps it was the pull of the full moon talking. It might be Gavin's first - the last one didn't count, seeing as he'd been bitten just minutes before moonrise and thus didn't remember anything about it - and yes, he could feel it coming. He didn't want Brodie anywhere near here when the Worthington brothers shifted, because he didn't know what would be worse: the visions Brodie was having, or to become a monster like Gavin. Not that Brodie knew anything was wrong, of course, because Gavin had yet to say a damn word about it. It was his problem, and Brodie was dealing with enough as it was. Gavin refused to add anything more on top of that if he didn't have to, and he thought he was doing okay with the whole thing. So what if he'd smoked an extra pack or two of cigarettes in the last few days? He thought that was probably allowed. At least he'd finally know what he shifted into, aside from a vague notion that he was some form of big cat, like Lang.
Putting out yet another cigarette, he glanced over at Brodie and gave him a little smile. Brodie seemed like he was doing better, but it was hard for him to tell. Did someone just get used to those sorts of visions? He didn't think so, but he had no way of knowing that for sure. "Do you need anything right now?" It didn't hurt to ask, anyway.