Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-03-22 12:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | saint george, saint patrick |
Who: George and Patrick
Where: Patrick's apartment
When: Tuesday
What: OH GOD WHERE'S DEWI? D:
It was sort of nice outside. That was the inane thought coursing through George's head as he half-jogged, half-ran to Patrick's apartment. It wasn't nice enough outside that the snow had actually melted, but it meant he could run instead of driving or taking the subway, and he was oddly thankful for it. Running let him at least feel like he was doing something to counter the terrible, rising urgency in his chest.
When he finally reached Patrick's place, he was barely out of breath. He considered taking the stairs up, then decided it would take too long to go inside and navigate through the halls. He went to the alley instead and gathered some of his power, springing up to land on the fire escape lightly. He ran up the stairs of it quickly, his boots clanging on the metal. George reached the roof in record time, sprinting towards the greenhouse. Patrick was there by the door, looking shell-shocked.
"Patty, what's wrong?" George said, dropping to his knees next to his brother. "What happened?"
George appearing out of nowhere caused Patrick to squeal in fear. "George," Patrick breathed. He jumped up and wrapped his arms around George. "Dewi is gone. Anthony couldn't find him. "
George hugged Patrick back tightly, arms tightening around him by accident when Patrick told him what Anthony had said.
"But that's not...that isn't possible. I just talked to Death, she said she hadn't taken him."
That might have made him feel better though Patrick hadn't assumed death. "No George. I think he - I think he disappeared. He always said there wasn't much belief here ..."
"No," George said, shaking his head, his voice rough. "No, that can't be what happened."
He wasn't actually terribly confident of that, but he refused to believe it. The idea was too upsetting. He and his brothers had just managed to find each other again after centuries apart; David couldn't have just vanished.
"There has to be something else," George said numbly, leaning his head against Patrick's.
Patrick leaned his head against George. "Anthony couldn't feel him. Oh, George. I want him back!"
"There has to be something else," George repeated. He told himself not to start panicking, or crying. Neither would help. "He couldn't just disappear. I mean, nothing's changed right? All the Welsh immigrants haven't dropped dead, there's no reason why he'd be okay a few weeks ago and just gone now."
He tried to think past the worry. "Death said that he had almost died a few weeks ago. That has to have something to do with where he's gone."
Patrick pulled away and he started pacing before grabbing George's hand and dragging him into Dewi's greenhouse. It was too cold outside to think.
He closed the door behind them and then wrapped his arms around himself tightly. "Death said he almost died? Oh, Dewi. George, do you really think he couldn't have just vanished? Maybe there just wasn't enough belief to sustain him after his feast day?"
George sank down against the door of the greenhouse, letting his fingers settle into the dirt in a pot of tomatoes.
"He'd have told one of us if he started feeling that weak," George said, as much to reassure himself as it was to reassure Patrick. "I can't think of anything that's happened that would have knocked the belief in him down so far that he'd just vanish." He let his head thunk back against the door. "And yeah. She said whatever happened put him close enough to dying that she noticed it. So I think whatever almost killed him is what took him off Anthony's radar."
Patrick tried to believe George's words, because at least that gave him some hope that Dewi wasn't just gone. "Georgie? Do you think... Lucifer killed three people on the day of my parade. Do you think Lucifer could have him?"
God he hoped it wasn't true.
"I don't know." He swallowed a few times. Lucifer seemed like the most likely suspect. He looked up at Patrick.
"I don't know, but if that son of a bitch has our brother, we're getting him back."
"Well don't you go crazy and make me lose you too. " Patrick gripped George's hands tightly. His brother had a tendency to go off half-cocked, but Patrick couldn't blame him. Especially not if it involved their brother. "But we can't let Lucifer win. How can we find out if Lucifer even has him?"
Patrick's admonishment cut through the adrenaline that was already starting to pump into George's veins, the instinct to find Lucifer and smash his face into the dirt until he told them what he'd done to Dewi.
They couldn't just rush into this. George nodded and pulled his brother into a hug, mostly to reassure himself that Patrick was still there.
"Callum might be able to help," George said. "Lucifer would be able to tell if one of us was following him, but Callum's human employees would just be background noise to him."
Patrick didn't know what else to say, so he continued to cling to his brother. "Yes. Callum's good," he said, sniffling. He just wanted his brother back. He wished he had stopped David from leaving, or had gone with him. Something. Anything that would mean David was still there. "I don't know what to do."
George knew he should probably let Patrick go so the other saint could breathe. But he was inclined to keep clinging, instead.
"We should probably go inside, make some tea," George said at last, voice quiet. "Tea will help."