Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-11-29 08:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | nicholas rowland, saint patrick |
WHO: Patrick and Nicholas (Open to John if you want, but not necessary!)
WHAT: Memoriiessss!
WHEN: Monday evening
WHERE: John and Patrick's
WARNINGS: Patrick's memories are rarely nice. Also bagel blood.
Bagels were dangerous. They rolled and they were quite dense, and it wasn't unusual for someone who was trying to cut one in half, to have an accident and end up cutting themselves instead. Just because it wasn't unusual, however, didn't mean that it didn't come as a shock when Patrick was attempting to cut a bagel which rolled out from under the knife, leaving him with a heavily bleeding thumb.
"Ow, fuck!" Patrick hissed, holding his thumb up to inspect it. The cut was long and deep, but not to the extent that it would require stitches. Lucky, he thought. And then his mind went utterly blank as all current thoughts slipped away, replaced with recollections of past events that had evaded him until now.
Patrick was staring into space, a knife in one hand and an injured thumb on the other dripping blood onto the floor when Nicholas headed into the kitchen after hearing Patrick's hissed curse. "Patrick? Patty?"
"Hummm?" Patrick looked up blankly and then recognition crossed his face. "Nicholas!"
"Uh huh," Nicholas nodded slowly, clearly worrying that Patrick had suddenly lost it. "You're...dripping."
Patrick blinked in confusion and then he looked down at the floor, where the blood from his thumb had collected. "Oh, goodness!" He put the knife down so he could grab a bunch of paper towels and set to work mopping the floor. "I was just remembering-"
"You're bleeding, Patrick! Do you need me to get the first aid kit?"
"Oh, forget it, it's hardly a cut." Patrick tossed the soiled paper towels away and then he stuck his thumb in his mouth for a second to suck the blood away. He didn't notice the faint look of distaste on Nicholas' face. "I was remembering...Mary. I remember Mary."
"Uhm...which one? Because apparently Mary was the only name way back when."
Patrick snorted and he stepped towards Nicholas. "Bloody Mary," he said, showing Nicholas his bloody thumb before licking more of the blood away. "Henry knew I existed but he didn't know what I looked like, which was why George could get me out of being his prisoner basically forever. But Mary did. I...I was so pleased to have a Catholic back on the throne that I introduced myself to her. Which as you can guess was not the smartest move I ever made."
"Oh?" Nicholas asked, clearly not having guessed that at all.
"And when she started going mental and I started working against her...someone ratted me out. Someone- Someone told her I was hiding John and a few others. Tried to turn me in. She...she thought she was doing a service to her country. But all that happened was that it got George tortured because Mary then decided George would know where we were. And he did. Bless him for saying nothing. And when Mary died, she came to apologise... Margaret. It was Margaret who told Mary I was hiding people." Patrick shook his head, looking shocked.
"Saint Margaret?!" Nicholas asked, shocked.
Patrick nodded and then he heaved a sigh. "She thought she was doing the right thing. But it wasn't right at all. And if Mary goes to see Margaret now-" Patrick shook his head. "I have to trust Margaret wouldn't say John and I are together now."
"Can you trust her?" Nicholas asked warily.
Patrick pulled the arms of his sweater over his uninjured hand before finally grabbing a paper towel to try to stop the bleeding from his thumb. "I hope so," he answered breathily.
He forgot all about the bagel.