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Erebos (the__dark__one) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-09-06 19:23:00

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erebos, eris, morpheus

CHALLENGING [Dov, then Charlie]
WHO: Elias + Dov + Charlie (later)
WHAT: Integration
WHERE: Elias' Apartment #202
WHEN: 5:31 p.m., Tuesday, September 5th

It was an odd thing to wrap up at the office and then be responsible for the well-being of another person. Elias hadn't needed to hurry home in some time, and his eating habits were so solitary that it was difficult for him to consider "normal" dinner times without putting effort into it. But effort he did put into it now, since that kid at his apartment would likely starve if he didn't make dinner.

That was why he'd been adhering to a set schedule. Come 4:45, Elias was shutting down his systems and wrapping up email correspondence. 5:00 meant that he was exiting the building, and today he went by the market directly afterward. When he opened the door to his apartment, it was with an arm full of groceries.

"Salmon or chicken?" he called, as he toed the door closed behind him and headed into the kitchen.

The day after he met Dov and subsequently gave him the couch to crash on, Elias purchased long swaths of opaque material from the fabric store and tacked it up on the ceiling to partition the living room from the entry way and the kitchen/dining area. It gave them both some privacy.

Typically, Elias would have chosen black for the fabric color, but something made him choose a dark blue instead -- almost midnight in its shade. In his apartment, it still looked black. But Elias knew that it was deep blue. It felt like a secret. When Elias looked over at the partition as he unpacked the groceries, he smiled a short and very secret smile.

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morphinedream
2011-09-11 10:48 pm UTC (link)

Dov just couldn't follow this guy today. First he seemed serious, then he was laughing, then he seemed angry again. He kept his distance, not moving any closer to the man than he already was. This was just... Confusing.

"Uh... I guess you're right." Dov didn't really feel like he'd made any big sacrifices or that he'd done anything noble by trying to see Charlie - he'd done it mostly as a distraction and to hopefully find some sort of comfort after his mother's death had left him feeling more than a little bit distraught. It hadn't exactly worked the way he'd wanted it to, but whatever. He was totally over it. Yeah. Completely.

"It's... Okay, man. I mean it ain't like any of my other family's any better, right? I mean I've never met any of my ma's family and my dad's family pretty much disowned us after he went to jail, so uh..." Dov frowned and shook his head. "It's fine. I don't need family, ya know? I mean they ain't doin' anythin' good for me anyway, I'm not gonna just... Waste my time on 'em just to get treated shitty."

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the__dark__one
2011-09-15 03:18 am UTC (link)

A glance to the oven showed that the broiler wasn't quite ready yet. He set the chicken on its pan aside, then put his hands under the faucet again. He was listening carefully to what Dov had to say about his family, and although his expression had gone fastidiously blank, his reactions to it were far less innocuous.

He himself hadn't had a father or any other siblings. In fact, the only family he knew was his mother. It was obvious that his mother and father both had parents, but when Elias asked about them -- some long years ago -- he was met with very little true information. Needless to say, his grandparents had never been a part of his life. It really was just his mother. But he cherished her.

He knew that other families didn't feel the same way about each other. But knowing about that fact and internalizing it in a way that made sense were two different things. He finally shook his head. "I'm sorry, Dov," he said quietly.

The kid -- everyone -- deserved better.

Turning toward the rest of the bags on the counter, Elias began pulling out the makings of a very healthy salad. Romaine, carrots, olives, broccoli -- it all pointed toward the idea of a salad as the side dish. "So is that why you wanted to meet Ch--"

A knock interrupted him. Frowning, he muttered, "Hold that thought," and headed for the door.

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eristic
2011-09-17 04:58 am UTC (link)

Rylee's words had made perfect sense at the time - after awhile, they'd even sunk in, giving her a reason for the action she was about to perform. A simple thing, really; just walk up to Elias' apartment, knock on the door, and apologize. But as usual, things were always easier said than done.

After completing her workday, she'd swapped her security outfit for jeans and a plaid shirt, slipping on her boots. Jack had received his nightly portion of dog food and a quick scratching along his head and back. Petting him always made her feel relaxed, because there was no pretension in the animal. She fed him, walked him, cleaned up his poop and in return he never tired of her and was always ready to greet her upon her return home with excited barks and a crazily wagging tail.

So after completing that nightly ritual, she figured sooner was better than later and took the stairs up to the second floor. Surely the fact that Elias lived so close by was another sign of the easy nature of what she was going to do. And yet for some reason, the second after her knuckles rapped on the door, she wanted to turn tail and essentially doorbell ditch apartment 202. It was probably Elias' quick timing that stopped her dead in her tracks as she was about to walk away. Positioned to take a step away from the door (oh look, I tried, they weren't in!), her foot came back down to the floor softly.

"Ah...is Dov here?" were the words that came out of her mouth, when she really wanted to say aw fuck.

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morphinedream
2011-09-17 04:53 pm UTC (link)

The way Elias reacted somehow made Dov doubtful again. He'd been spending long nights awake telling himself over and over that he didn't need family, not one bit, and he especially didn't ever need to see or hear from Charlie again, because if she was going to be that way, he figured it was best to just say he wouldn't waste his time on her and be done. Even if she was his sister. Whatever. He didn't need a sister or anyone else who didn't care about him, did he? Hell fuckin' no. But then Elias had to get all quiet and sorry on him and Dov just felt shitty all over again.

The knock at the door interrupted the muddle of emotions growing inside him, and once Elias had moved toward the door Dov rubbed his face with his palm, sighing. He listened carefully, frowning as he heard Charlie's voice - and his name. Never being the type to stand and wait he stalked over toward the door, putting on his best poker face as he approached the door.

"What?"

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the__dark__one
2011-09-19 01:24 am UTC (link)

Elias' sharp green eyes caught all of the story behind Charlie's movements -- and then, when Dov's voice came sharp and defensive behind him, Elias inwardly sighed. It was good that Charlie was here. It almost made up for her previous behavior. But there was hope that it could get better, if only the siblings were given the chance.

And indeed, the two had things to discuss. Briefly, Elias considered leaving the them alone in his apartment together to figure out what they should do -- but instead, he opened the door wider. "I was just making dinner," he said. "Join us."

Without waiting for her to accept or turn the invitation down, he left the open door and went back into the kitchen. Dov and Charlie could decide what happened from there. And Dov could shut a door the same as he could, if he needed to.

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eristic
2011-09-19 01:15 pm UTC (link)

Charlie remained in the hall for a moment, considering Elias' invitation while Dov continued to stare at her from within the apartment. She returned her younger brother's (now that was still weird to say, younger sibling, little brother) poker face with a cool gaze; then she stepped over the threshold, far enough in that if one were to close the door at this point, they'd have to shove her out first.

"Jus' wanted to talk, don't get yer panties in a twist," she replied hotly. Then she took a moment to reign in her self-defense mechanism for the next set of words she'd have to say. The whole reason why she came up here in the first place. To stall for time, she glanced toward where Elias had gone, seeing the truth of his words in the dinner preparations on the counter. Then she looked back at Dov, sighed and rolled her shoulders.

"Look, I wanted to say...jus' say that I'm s...I felt bad fer what happened, between us, an' that I'm all right with you stayin' in the building, if that's what's happenin'." Charlie thought she was being quite generous, and hoped that she was phrasing things all right - words were such tricky things in the end.

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morphinedream
2011-09-20 04:33 am UTC (link)

"So now ya wanna talk?" Dov frowned, folding his arms over his chest and taking a step backward as his sister came inside. He had no idea what to think of this - she wanted to talk? About what? The last time he'd seen her she'd been pretty insistant that there would be no more talking. So what did she want from him now?

"Wait, uh, what?" Snorting, Dov tilted his head to the side, looking Charlie over. "You're serious? 'Cause like, right freakin' before this ya wanted to never see me again. Kinda confusing, man." He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Plus, uh, I don't really need your permission to stay here or nothin'..." Still, a bit of a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth - more of a cocky smirk than anything, but it was a start.

"So what brought on this little change?"

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the__dark__one
2011-09-21 11:46 am UTC (link)

Elias laconic nature kept him quiet as he worked on dinner. Given that there were three of them now, he pulled out another chicken breast from the package he just purchased and trimmed it neatly before seasoning and arranging it on the grill pan. The broiler was about ready. He started the timer and left the chicken to its cooking. But he did not stop listening to the two standing by the doorway. And he did not interfere.

The knife and cutting board went in the sink -- gently. And as quietly, he turned the faucet on and washed his hands. As soon as the essentials were done, he gave Charlie a measuring look from across the kitchen passthrough. She didn't seem to notice -- but then, she was focused on other things, wasn't she. Elias' initial thought was a good, dry pinot grigio for dinner -- but looking at Charlie changed his mind. He reached into the fridge, grabbed three bottles of Blue Moon, and removed their caps. Without saying a word, he handled Charlie and Dov each their own bottle, then drank from his as he headed back to the kitchen.

Salad next. He pulled out a clean cutting board, set it on the opposite side of the sink, rinsed the romaine, and started working on that.

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eristic
2011-09-21 06:35 pm UTC (link)

This kid was just begging to be punched. Or maybe that was just Charlie - his attitude was completely irritating, though it did remind her of someone, she just couldn't put her finger on who.

"I just had tah think for a little bit, I mean, yah fuckin' dropped in on me and then dumped all this other crap on me in one evenin', I think I had the right to be a little upset," she growled in return, completely missing Elias' cool observance from the kitchen. Her hands clenched into fists, though she had no immediate plan to bring them into action. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath as she struggled to continue to remain calm, crossing her arms over her chest loosely.

"I didn' come tah fight, all right? An' no, yah don't need my permission, but I was thinkin' that it'd be better if we jus' put this behind us, instead'a avoidin' each other. I know I wanna be able to relax when I get home from work, an' not worry about bein' fuckin' ambushed by some squirt who thinks he knows it all," she continued, unable to keep the swearing or remarks under wraps. She wasn't perfect, but she was trying!

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morphinedream
2011-09-21 10:21 pm UTC (link)

"Okay, okay! Fuckin' sakes, ya don't have to get all fuckin' crazy on me!" Dov held his hands out in front of him defensively, scowling at his older sister. This had the potential to get way out of hand, and way worse than it already was. This was an opportunity to actually get things right - which he didn't think he'd actually get. "I'm not gonna fuckin' ambush you or whatever! Let's just like - friggin' talk or somethin', alright?" Not that he was the type to ever want to talk things through, but this was one thing he couldn't really settle with a brawl. "An' don't call me squirt!"

He took a long drink from the bottle Elias had handed him - which was perfect timing, because he was going to need it if the night was going to go in the same direction it was going now. Dear G-d. He really did want to be on good terms with Charlie, but right now it felt like doing anything other than just butting heads was going to be impossible.

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the__dark__one
2011-09-23 11:07 am UTC (link)

It was. Difficult. not to speak up. His instincts were to pull them away from each other's throats, but Elias was no fool. HIs interruption would do nothing productive for either of them, regardless of what he felt he should do. They needed to work this out on their own -- and so they would. At least, he mused, they were talking. Thanks to Charlie.

Then again, if Charlie hadn't lost control - first, apparently, at her apartment and then in the lobby - then she wouldn't have had to come apologize and re-open dialogue. Dov had the right to be upset, too.

Elias chopped romaine and frowned. Dov probably didn't understand just how surprising it was that Charlie was here offering the proverbial olive branch in the first place. They both had a lot to learn about each other. Now was as good a time as any.

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eristic
2011-09-24 04:16 am UTC (link)

Charlie helped herself to a swig from her own bottle - alcohol had always helped to clear her thoughts.

And even when it didn't, it gave excuse to her actions, a helpful net that she could always fall back on in nearly any situation. Immediately wiping her mouth with her sleeve after drinking, the hand holding the bottle pointed a finger at Dov accusingly, though her face held the glimmer of amusement since she seemed to be maintaining the upper hand in this conversation.

"The only one here gettin' any kinda crazy is you, squirt," she replied, repeating the apparently irritating sobriquet with some relish, the hint of a malicious smile growing around the edges of her mouth. "So just calm the fuck down. Now I apologized to yah, don't yah think yah owe me one as well? Or did our momma not raise yah right?"

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morphinedream
2011-09-26 12:22 am UTC (link)

Dov rolled his eyes with a smile, moving away from the door and heading back toward the kitchen. "I ain't gettin' crazy! You're the one who like, throws people out, Charlotte." See, that was one thing Dov liked about his name. It was short, not embarrassing (it meant bear, that had to give some awesome points, right?) and it didn't even rhyme with anything that would make for shitty nicknames. Charlotte, though, that one he could use to bug her, and he fully planned on it.

"Hey, leave ma outta this, alright?" His smile faded for a moment, their mother still a sore subject. "I'm sorry, alright? We all good now?" Apologies weren't really that easy for him - they always felt like defeat, like he was just giving in. Maybe this would be one of those times where it was okay. He took another swig of his drink as he reached the kitchen, briefly surveying the room.

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the__dark__one
2011-09-26 12:36 am UTC (link)

Elias was clearly in the final stages of salad preparation. Without knowing either of his guests' allergies - if any - he placed only chopped lettuce in small salad bowls. On a larger plate, he'd arranged matchstick carrots, diced tomato, shredded cheddar cheese, miniature croutons, diced cucumbers, black beans, and sunflower seeds -- all in their separate piles, for picking and choosing. He glanced up at Dov to check on him. The kid looked like he was still hurting over the death of his mother. Well, of course he was.

Elias gave a sharp look at Charlie, too. She was trying, and he knew it -- but they both seemed to want to draw heart's blood before they could work out their own natural equilibrium together. He would admit to not liking it at all. But he also knew -- this was one thing he couldn't correct for them.

"Dinner in 15," he said at last to both of them. "Bathroom's down the hall if you want to wash up."

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eristic
2011-09-26 01:12 pm UTC (link)

The use of her given name tempered whatever smile might have appeared on her face, turning it back into a frown. The comment about their mother had been low - even Charlie could admit that. Elias' brief interruption pulled her eyes away from her younger brother for a moment, and she took a quick swig of her drink before turning back to Dov.

"Yeah, we're good. Until yah decide to drop another bombshell on me," she responded, trying to look apologetic in her expression if not in her words. Her eyes strayed back to the fixings for dinner; it had been a very, very long time since she'd had anything close to a sit-down family meal, except perhaps those she'd shared with Rylee. Suddenly the bottle in her hand became almost like a pacifier, though why sitting down and eating - therefore potentially getting to know, which was one of her objectives in coming up here in the first place - with these two men should make her nervous was something she couldn't put her finger on.

"So how's the odd couple gettin' on," she asked, leaving the question in the open for whoever felt like answering it first. Turning, she closed the door behind her, forcing herself into the uncomfortable situation until it was over.

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morphinedream
2011-09-27 11:01 pm UTC (link)

"What the hell else am I supposed ta tell ya? I mean I ain't like, a goody-good or nothin', but I don't got anythin' I can't handle. I don't got any bombshells or nothin'. Freakin' relax, alright?" Dov smiled. Okay, so he was kind of going to be screwed in the work department at the time being (goddamn it, the conversation with his boss was not going well) but he didn't need any help from anybody with that. Even if he was broke and basically getting allowance from Elias.

Dammit.

"Things are uh, fine." The expression Dov gave Charlie so Elias couldn't see said otherwise. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful, but he definitely didn't have the space he needed. The makeshift curtains had helped, but shit, he needed to get out. It'd been way too long since he'd gone to a party. Or a bar. Or gotten laid. Fuck. And now he was going to be doing like... charity stuff? This wasn't his kind of thing at all.

"I'm thinkin' about findin' a job here. Just 'cause I mean... I might as well, right? Get back faster n'stuff."

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the__dark__one
2011-09-28 12:46 am UTC (link)

Although Elias would never have allowed it to show, he was inwardly relieved when Charlie finally closed the door. The girl did not eat very well; he knew that much from the leftover takeout boxes, bags, and cartons in her apartment. A healthy meal would be good for her. But more importantly, he knew the importance of family.

It troubled him that these two siblings were not able to speak reasonably together. If he could be the venue by which the two began an amiable dialogue, then he would stomach the discomfort of sharing his one-person apartment with Dov. The makeshift curtain across his living room entryway was less than appealing. The necessity to play host to another person during his off time was also unappealing. But yes, seeing the two in the same room together without grand arguments was worth it.

An eyebrow raised when Dov suggested finding a job here. It seemed that the boy was looking to be here longer than just long enough to get him to New York; he'd have that sum in a couple weeks, depending on air fares. But Elias would not object. In fact...

"What do you do, Dov?" he asked. Perhaps there was an opening in his office for a tech-savvy youth.

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eristic
2011-09-28 03:44 pm UTC (link)

A brow rose as Charlie moved further into the apartment, eyes wandering curiously around the space. The curtains that were supposed to offer privacy reminded her of the hospital in Germany she'd lingered in, and a frown curved her lips.

"Yeah, what do yah do?" Not like she was going to offer him a job - she couldn't imagine who would actually enjoy her line of work when she herself detested it. Plus he was a kid, and the best she'd probably be able to get him hooked up with would be some sort of a desk job, but Charlie wasn't that benevolent in the first place. She wandered closer to the table, eying the food Elias already had set out. It looked like stuff Rylee tried to make her eat, but her stomach grumbled in response to the food regardless.

She was trying to seem nonchalant, but there was the feeling of excitement that Dov wanted to stay longer. If that happened, she had a better chance of getting to know him, and through him, her mother. But she wasn't going to go skipping around the apartment, telling him what a good idea it was and oh was there anything she could do to help? Instead she simply turned on her heel to look back at the younger man.

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morphinedream
2011-09-29 07:26 am UTC (link)

"What do I do?" Dov blinked a few times. Well, shit. It wasn't exactly like working at a convenience store was that great a field, and he'd never done anything else. "Well - uh - I dunno yet. I mean I work at this little corner store in Catskill - well, kinda. I mean I think my boss is gonna fire me as soon as he texts me back. So uh... I dunno yet. But I'll find somethin'. Can't be that hard if I ain't picky about it." Even if it was something shady, he'd make it work. Whatever. As long as he got some money.

Shrugging, he checked his cell phone. Nothing yet. "I was gonna call up this number I saw today. Movie crew lookin' for PAs, ya know? Like the guys who carry shit and buy coffee. Ya get pretty decent money, even just for that. And they feed ya. So I think I'll do that in the morning, see if they still need people." He'd always been interested in that sort of thing, but by the time he was old enough to work on a set he was in fucking Catskill. If he'd still been in the city he'd have been doing this already, but this little nowhere town? Not on your life.

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the__dark__one
2011-10-02 07:56 pm UTC (link)

Unskilled. Probably uneducated. That was unfortunate. DynTek expected even the personal assistants to have some form of prior experience or education. From the description Dov gave, however, he had no marketable skills. Unfortunate indeed. But Elias' face was meticulously clean of disappointment.

Given the boy's tenuous employment at home, it was more and more likely that the kid would remain here. But one last question troubled Elias -- and perhaps it was one he should have asked a long time before now: And so Elias asked it -- carefully but firmly:

"What is left for you in New York, Dov?"

A beat, as he glanced to Charlie, then a whisper of a smirk touched his mouth. It was gone again before he asked a second, more immediate question, "And Charlie, can I bring you another?" He gestured to the bottle the girl had -- and if he didn't miss his mark, it was dangerously low.

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eristic
2011-10-02 10:11 pm UTC (link)

Charlie took another swig, and nodded toward Elias' offer of another - there was always an undeniable thirst in her throat, whether she needed it or not. And she felt like she always needed it. The alcohol was certainly helping to stomach this particular scene, not that it was as awkward as it had been.

Glancing back at Dov, she suddenly felt...not protective, necessarily, but certainly that they were a little more along the lines of kindred spirits. Being young and stupid in Missouri, what with Rylee going off to college, she was just as much pulling at straws as Dov was, currently. The military had been something of a godsend, in the end, giving her something other than ending up working at her father's garage for the rest of her life.

But she left things to be questioned by Elias, since he seemed to be better at extracting answers from the boy. That, and she was curious to see what else Dov would say. If there wasn't much left for him in the other location, obviously he'd stay longer in California. That would give her more time to get herself together and hopefully have less of an issue of having him around, without needing a couple of beers in her.

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morphinedream
2011-10-03 02:20 am UTC (link)

Dov wasn't quite expecting Elias' question, and he found that he had no idea how to answer it. What was left? He'd never thought of things that way before - but now that he was, it was quite obvious to him that he had a lot less waiting for him in New York than he'd originally thought. Frowning, he took a long sip from his bottle.

"Nothin' much. I mean... I got ma's house to sell, and all our stuff, but other 'n that..." He just shrugged, the weight of the situation really starting to sink in. He had nothing, really. Friends he couldn't trust and no real future in goddamn anything.

"I dunno, man. I guess I got nothin'." He tipped his bottle back again and finished it off. Fuck.

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the__dark__one
2011-10-04 11:33 pm UTC (link)

From the fridge, he pulled two new bottles and opened them quickly. Dov was closer, but Elias still went to Charlie first, trading the empty bottle for the full beer. "Do you have more here?" he asked Dov as neutrally as he'd asked the last question. He considered and then declined to kick Charlie under the table before he left -- as an unsubtle hint to point out that Dov had her at least.

When he traded the empty for the full with Dov, he finally took a seat at the table. Glancing first at the clock, then back to the kids, he decided that they had just a few more minutes before dinner began. If he could somehow manage to convince Dov and Charlie that they should learn more about each other -- and possibly delay Dov's leaving back to New York, then dinner would be almost a celebration.

It was a lot to hope for in 7 minutes and 24 seconds.

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eristic
2011-10-07 01:06 am UTC (link)

It was quite an opportune moment - of course Dov had more here, though Charlie rarely ever had the confidence to say that she was worth much. But with a little alcohol in her, Charlie perhaps was unaware that she was capable of just about anything.

"So yah should stay here. I don't mean here here," she intoned, gesturing to Elias' apartment. "Jus' California. S"better than nothin'." Taking another swig of the liquor, she walked up to the dining room table and put a hand on the backrest of one chair, still facing Dov and Elias in the kitchen.

"I mean, since we're on good terms now, an' I assume that's what we are, ain't no reason for you to leave."

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morphinedream
2011-10-07 05:28 am UTC (link)

Dov fell unusually silent for a moment, biting his bottom lip as he thought. Maybe he did have more here. Opportunity. Something. A fresh start rather than going back to New York and wondering what to do next for the rest of his life. Since he'd graduated he'd been doing... Really, nothing that really meant anything to him.

Fine. Elias won this one. "Yeah. I guess I do." He ran his hand through his shaggy curls again, glancing over at Charlie for a second. He had family here, at least. Well. Family that he was barely on speaking terms with now, but still. Charlie was more family than anybody else he had out in New York.

"Guess you're right. I still gotta like, sell ma's house and everythin' though. And I don't really got the money to get a nice place around here, ya know? I mean I'm guessin' it's not really that cheap even for a shitty place to stay."

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the__dark__one
2011-10-10 05:12 am UTC (link)

Elias kept the smile under lock and key, but his ice-green eyes had taken on a warmth that hadn't been there before. It looked like Charlie was going to be able to keep her brother around after all. This. Was. Good.

"There are services that assist executors with the dissolution and disbursement of estates. It may be easier to handle the final arrangements from here while you look for employment. If you'd like, I can help with the particulars. We should also see what we can do about more permanent living arrangements."

Standing just as the oven buzzer went off, Elias grabbed an oven mitt from a drawer and pulled the chicken out of the oven.

"Dinner first, though," he said as he began assembling their plates. And this time, there was no chance to hold back a grin. This was a good night, indeed.

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