steve cornfoot would like to live in peace (countrysteve) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-11-14 18:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2000-11, c: michael corner, c: stephen cornfoot, type: thread |
Who: Michael & Steve
When: Saturday evening, during the reception
Where: At the wedding
What: Steve is forced to show his true colours
Rating: Medium ish
Even since before Steve woke up this morning, he'd been on edge. For almost half an hour, Steve had sat and stared at the little package he would be bringing today. Wrapped like a present was his old wand, a bottle of Irish Whiskey, and two easily concealable knives. For Michael. Michael who would most definitely use them against Death Eaters. Steve's friends. Steve could very possibly be giving his one friend tools to murder another. Was it all worth it? Steve couldn't tell anymore. Like so many things in his life, he was once again being driven by fear. The fear he would lose Michael Corner out of his life, and Sofiya Capper along with him. Two of his mates he'd know for years. Who he would do almost anything before. And so, that fear told Steve one thing; yes, yes it was worth it. When Rose was ready to leave, Steve took hold of the "gift", and went his way.
The wedding was like the others. Awkward, stuffy, and somewhere Steve had no desire to be. These were forced marriages. A union of two people who hardly knew each other, and who didn't want to be married. Poor Blaise. Steve could understand what the bloke was feeling, but it was impossible to express. Punishable by death, probably.
Eventually, it was time to move into the reception. Where he knew Michael and countless other slaves would be serving food, drinks, and cleaning. Without getting paid. Slaves. Steve still had trouble wrapping his head around that. When the reception seemed to get a bit livelier, Steve excused himself from the table, present in hand. He wasn't going to give it to Michael on the dance floor, so Steve caught sight of Michael and waited in a hallway nearby. He'd be coming soon for more food or something. With a rapid heartbeat and sweaty palms, Steve waited with his nerves.