October Doyle | Nyctokinetic (achluophobic) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-11-21 00:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | august doyle, october doyle |
Who: August & October Doyle
What: Reuniting
When: 20th November, late afternoon
Where: Outside the coffee shop, St. Sinjin, across from the courthouse
Warnings: Discussion of various child abuse, language
Status: Closed, in progress.
Seeing his father's name beside his full name appear on the network out of nowhere all of a sudden had panicked Toby. The panic hadn't ebbed any when the stranger had been cagey about who he was and what he wanted and Toby felt afraid up until he saw his brother's name; the panic had split and spiked in a kind of hopeless optimism and a freezing cold terror, because if this person knew August then maybe August was in trouble, but at the same time, this person knew August.
And then he knew and then he could barely type over the skittering of his heart. If this was a trick or a trap he was walking right into it, but he didn't care for the smallest chance that this really was August. He'd bolted out of the foster center in just jeans and a tshirt, his shoes undone where he'd just toed right into them. He ran like dogs were after him all the way from the foster center to St Sinjin and the courthouse, panting by the time he stopped and looked around, desperate, for the coffee shop that could be the place he was after.
He approached with his heart racing and a struggle to get air in his lungs and then he choked because he saw him. It was his face, older, different from the one he saw in the mirror despite how similar it was, punked up but still, it was him. He'd thought there'd be more dialogue between them, he thought there'd be questions. There wasn't time for words; Toby all but launched himself at his twin and held on like he could stop the world ripping them apart again. He buried his face against August's shoulder and if his shadow was facing the wrong way for the light, curling around August's feet like some kind of cat, well, not even October realised it. He couldn't say a word.