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Gred (George Weasley) ([info]halfthere) wrote in [info]somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-11-27 19:13:00

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Entry tags:inactive: bill weasley, inactive: george weasley

WHO: george and bill weasley
WHERE: a bar
WHEN: this evening
WARNINGS: angst, depression, most likely talks of death, being drunk
SPOILERS? only if you've never read harry potter



Nail bit into the discolored wood of the table as he stared at his near-empty pint glass. Was it his third or his fourth? George wasn't sure right now and that was sort of what he wanted. He really wanted to blackout and just not remember anything for a while. Was that so wrong? A loud bang in the bar had him tensing up as he jerked his gaze from the pint glass to look at his older brother with wide eyes.

Bar, they were in a bar.

There wasn't a battle.

George reached up to run a shaky hand through his hair as he forced a smile. The normal mischief in his eyes was gone, replaced by a constant sadness that sometimes bubbled with moments of near happiness. Tonight was not one of those moments. It was far from it and he knew he had to start talking at some point.

"I told Hugo I wouldn't do the whole spoiler thing," he finally managed to mumble. "Didn't think it would smart as much when Teddy fucking Lupin didn't tell me who he was. Maybe I should tell mum who I am? I mean now I feel like a git for talking to Teddy this whole time and not knowing who he was, but he knew who I was. He just assumed-" George paused as if someone else was going to say something and then rushed to continue talking like he hadn't done that. "Just bloody assumed I was from before he was born. I'm tired, Bill. I just want to be actually able to sleep tonight and you getting me right sloshed is going to help with that."

Without thinking he made a playing card appear so he could flick it between his fingers in a nervous manner. He let out a loud sigh. "Maybe I should just focus on the bloody store and not worry about life."

He knew he was being a tad dramatic, but somehow talking to Teddy had made him feel like he was suffocating for the moment. Thank Merlin Bill was around now. He didn't want to unleash his moods on Hugo, not when Hugo was struggling in this place already.

"We need another round," he stated before downing the rest of his pint in on go. He slammed the glass on the table with a faint face.

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[info]halfthere
2019-11-29 09:25 pm UTC (link)
"I feel...blank," he stated in a morose tone. George set his half-full pint down as he let out a long sigh. "Half of me is missing, Bill. It is like I am watching my life go on around me, but I can barely pull myself to the surface of my mind to actually care. How am I to do this alone?"

He slumped forward so he could rest his cheek against the table. Cool wood met flesh as he stared at his brother. He knew that Bill was there for him, but it was hard to grasp that at the same time. Emotions and logic didn't want to play nice in his head. "He was taken from me," he whined out in a slightly slurred tone. George became a bit more open about his pain when he was a little too far in the cups. "He'd be so upset with me if he saw me now. A mess. Fred was about pranks and smiles, okay and being a bit of a git- but I'm just..."

He hiccuped slightly and let out a string of swear words that were peppered with more rude words. "All these people showing up and-" His hand came up to grip the clock hand he wore on a chain around his neck. "What if he shows up? What if I can't handle it? What if-" Another loud hiccup and George was sitting up to finish off his beer. He set the empty glass down as he shifted to rest his head on Bill's shoulder again.

Goodland was a curse and a blessing.

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[info]cool_dad
2019-11-29 11:54 pm UTC (link)
The other boys might have felt a sting at the suggestion George was alone, but Bill understood what he meant. There were different levels of alone, and Bill wasn't offended. "It's only just happened for you, George. I think he'd understand that." A warm hand clasped the back of George's neck, tugging him closer gently. "You're being too hard on yourself." It was making him hurt worse, which in turn hurt the whole family. But he didn't need that kind of guilt trip. "It's not that something's wrong with you. You're grieving."

Bill rested his head against George's briefly, lowering his voice a little. "You'll handle it if he shows up. And if you can't, I will. That's what I'm here for."

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