runaway_cub (runaway_cub) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2008-09-07 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, faelan, oliver |
An Olive Branch
Characters: Edward, Faelan, Oliver
Summary: Faelan reaches out.
Dear Oliver,
Faelan began the letter and then sat back, placing his quill on the desktop and stroking Edward's feathers as the bird softly hooted his encouragement.
"I don't know what to say," he told his friend, who tilted his head and stared into Faelan's eyes with his beautiful, dark-ringed ones. Faelan knew he was supposed to be able to communicate with this bird, in a way, but his magic wasn't strong enough yet. He regretted it, wondering what Edward was thinking. He could have used a pep talk.
"Okay," he sighed, as Edward's beak nudged his hand. "I'll just try writing what comes to mind." He could tear it up later, if he needed to.
Dear Oliver,
I know you might not expect to hear from me, after the way things went when we saw each other. I realize I was kind of a jerk.
He paused there. It took a lot of effort to admit he'd behaved badly, when his instinct was still to blame Oliver for the way things had went, to take out his years of pain on his possibly unsuspecting brother. It wasn't right, and he knew that now, but it was hard giving up years of assumptions and trying to grant his brother the benefit of the doubt.
I was surprised when I saw you and I wasn't ready for a real conversation. But I've thought about it and some things Harry said made me think about it some more. I don't He doesn't think you want to hurt me or fight with me. That's what I thought you wanted. That's always what I've thought people want from me and I'm trying to get better at that.
So maybe, if you want, we should try talking again. Harry said he can get us a private lounge at The Three Broomsticks so we can talk. He called it neutral ground. I think I'd like that better than meeting at Haven Books again. The owner, Padma, doesn't need our yelling to deal with right now.
I don't really know what else to say. I am pants at this. I just wanted you to know that I wouldn't mind the chance to see you again.
I hope to hear back from you soon.Sincerely,See you,Bye for now,
Your brother,
Faelan
P.S. This is my owl, Edward.
P.P.S. But don't call him Ed, he doesn't really like it.
Faelan didn't read the letter through again. His nerve hung by a thread, so he quickly rolled the letter up, over-indulged Edward with a handful of treats, and sent him winging away through the open window.
The bird faded from sight, and Faelan flung himself on his bed, burying his face in the pillow. What had he just done?