The Mods (mysteria_mods) wrote in mysteria_rpg, @ 2007-12-15 20:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | fairfax, tate |
I'm feeling quite ill now.
Who: Fax and Tate
When: 4pm
Where: The Fitzwilliam household
What: The fridge has broken and all the food is going to go to waste. Of course any sane thinking person knows it's best to eat as much as physically possible rather than just throwing it away.
Status: Complete
Tate was sat at the dinning table. A vast feast of jarred items and things in plastic boxes and bowls laid out before him. He was currently eating slices of luncheon meat. He'd just finished off the peaches and had his eye on the jelly and custard afterwards. He didn't know what was wrong with the fridge. He was going to blame the twins anyway. It was always the best thing to do. Blaming Fax wouldn't work. His little sister was the apple of Mummy's eye. He had opened a jar of nutella and a spoon next to him. He looked at the slice of meat in his hand and shiftily looked about him. No one there. He took the spoon and dunked it in to the chocolate nutty goodness and pulled it out coated in the delight. He let an amount drop on to the meat and sniffed at it curiously. Then he shoved it in to his mouth. He gipped at first but then raised an eyebrow. It actually didn't taste too bad. He pulled across the large bottle of cheap knock off Coke and gulped down an impressive amount then released a tremendous burp. He patted his chest and went back to eating. His stomach was telling him to stop but he wasn't listening. Fairfax walked down the stairs, dressed in his finery. Okay highheeled thigh high boots, a shortish skirt and a net top. Hey he looked good! Well he thought so anyway. His make up was done persfectly as usual, so he must do! He walked into the kitchen and raised a very well shaped eyebrow at Tate. What was he doing? Trying to kill himself with food? it was an interesting suicide, but all together not the best of ideas he thought. He walked over to the table swaying his hips a little as he did and sat down. just just sat and watched Tate and waited for an explination. Tate looked up at him and laughed shaking his head, "So I guess you're not going out dressed like that...you know you'd be arrested...especially if you hung around on street corners." He replied snorting a laugh. He made sure to be looking at Fax though, if he wanted to pout and storm off or something. Fax did pout, but he didn't storm off. he was used to the hazing his brothers gave him. none of them understood and he was fine with that. He looked at all the food again then signed to him. And i'm sure if you eat all this you can win the fattest man in the universe compation. Just don't expect to ever get laid again. Tate raised an eyebrow, "I could get laid even if I was the size of a house. I just exude charm." He replied belching once more. "The fridge is broke." He said nodding his head towards the fridge in the corner of the kitchen. "And so..." He added gesturing to the food. He pushed the luncheon meat to one side and grabbed the bowl of jelly, "Want some?" He asked before he would devour it. Fax shook his head. Then took the meat and made a sandwich. He ate quite delicatly too. It was nice, and he would give Tate a hand, just didn't intend to eat as much as pig boy over there. "You'll spoil your lipstick eating like that." Tate replied as he grabbed the nutella, ignoring the jelly, for now and simply eating it with a spoon. "You can have the pickled onions..." He said pointing to them. Tate was so generous. He looked to his younger brother. He'd never admit it. But he admired his strength of character. He wouldn't let any beat him down. He was the truest person he knew. He had excepted himself at such a young age. A lifestyle that wasn't going to be accepted by the masses but he was fearless! Tate wished he could be as brave. It would have made his brother feel good to hear those inner thoughts. To know his older brother was proud of him. Loved him. But the only words that came out of Tate's mouth at that point was, "Little sister." airfax frowned. Why thank you Hoglet, but i think the onions will keep. He sighed before he went back to eating. Then stopped again. And it's lipgloss not lipstick. Well tate should learn these things too! "And the difference is?" He asked gesturing with his hand for Fax to get to the point and answer that. In his mind, same thing. But what did he know? He didn't use either and he didn't kiss girls who used either. Of course Fax wasn't going to know that! Fax rolled his eyes. He just had no style! When he found out about his brother's sexually he would think he had even less style! he waved his hand for his brother to forget it then stole the nutella and ate it with a small spoon. hey Tate wasn't getting all the goodies! He stuck his chocolate covered tongue out at him. Yep very mature of him... well he had to have some immature moments. "Hey!" Tate whined sucking on the back of his spoon. He put it down a rested a hand on to his stomach after unbuttoning his jeans. "Euck...I don't feel too good now." He said letting out a deep breath. "Ooooh...totally worth it though." He smirked. "Hows ya day been then lil sis?" Fax grinned. If you puke, I'm not cleaning it up. He signed then just shrugged. His day was like every other day. he pointed at his big brother to return the question. Tate shrugged in return, "It's been alright." He replied with nonchalance. Great conversationalist there. At least Fax had an excuse! Tate was just harder to break than a safe with seven hundred locks, or something. Fairfax grabbed the nutella again and a spoon and sat licking it clean, chocolate was good. He looked at his brother and rolled his eyes, he was a moron. For no reason really, he just was. "What was the roll of the eyes for huh?!" Tate asked flicking cream at Fax and laughing. He suddenly leapt forward and grabbed the jar of nutella from Fax's hands. "Get your own electrical disaster to use to your own benifit." He replied hugging the nutella to his chest. Because you're such an open book, and a moron. Fax signed then flicked his hair and walked off swaying his hips as he did. Hey Tate could eat all he wanted, then throw up and Fax would think it highly amusing. He headed for his room, the stairs to the loft were not that easy in heels but he managed it. Took up his guitar and started playing something random. Tate sighed. He and Fax were not as close as they had once been. He wished they could rekindle that. But Fax was young and hormonal and needed to develop himself and find new friends and well, he wasn't going to think to himself that his brother was important. Tate could sit there in the dining room and understand just how important family was. How valuble those sort of bonds were. He could sit there understanding all of that, knowing that he should be the one to make the effort and bring them closer together once again. He could sit there wanting to do it but not having the courage to do so. He couldn't let himself be emotionally open like that. He knew if he admitted his sexuallity to his little brother, the trust would be repaired and the honesty would create a tighter bond between the two. But no. He just stayed sat eating nutella from the jar with a spoon. He stopped and sighed. He felt pathetic now. He never realised just how depressed he was getting. He masked it of course. But he wasn't being true to himself. Living a lie was emotionally exhausting. Even for a closed book. |