RP: Letting off steam Who: Greer & Emilia When: 2/18/10 Where: Victory Road Clinic gym What: Greer has his usual reaction to a bad decision. Warnings: Adult!
The bag was his best friend at times. Greer had gotten accustomed to using it as an outlet for his... feelings back when he'd been in school. Another suggestion from Madam Hooch (after forcing Snape to allow him to try out for Quidditch in his 3rd year). Honestly, if anyone in the world had ever actually treated him like family, it was Hooch. Well, Hooch and the Fawleys. He allowed his thoughts to linger on the family now, as he pounded away with his hastily taped hands, sweat pouring down his brow and his shirtless back.
The Fawleys and his parents, Anne and George, had been close. They'd run in the same circles. Daniel had been his age, it was only natural the boys would be paired together for play dates and tutoring and the like growing up. Being sorted into different houses didn't change their relationship when they made it to Hogwarts; Daniel was one of the only people who didn't seem to give two shits about his skin color, his parentage, or his adoption status. Daniel had been like a brother to him. And Greer had gotten to know Alicia a bit through him, she was a nice woman, didn't take anyone's shit, which he appreciated even in his youth.
When Daniel had died in the war, he'd lost touch with the Fawleys, and Alicia. Honestly, he'd hid from them - he couldn't handle it. He couldn't accept it. And so he hid and he trained, which is sadly what lead to his injury and his being benched for a year and him inadvertently seeing Alicia again. The Falcons had sent him in 2000 to be seen by the Healers at the Pride, them having more experience with his particular back issue, and she had been one of them.
He'd spent a year healing and then forced himself to get in touch with the Fawleys again, reaching out to donate to their Foundation and force himself to be involved. It still hurt like hell, to be honest. When Alicia had opened the Clinic, he'd gone to her about being his main Healer, to continue to monitor his back and keep him in line. He avoided seeing her, though, and couldn't even think of seeing the twins - he knew they'd look just like Daniel, feel too familiar to him despite him having not been there for their lives. It would be like seeing his best friend's ghost. He couldn't do it.
He stopped battering at the punching bag long enough to suck in a ragged breath, refusing to admit that tears mixed with his sweat. The salt stung his eyes as he stretched his arms up above his head and reset his stance to begin once again.
As always, on the day after he's bedded yet another witch, buried his feelings and his fears and his anger inside another woman, he simply hated himself. His self-loathing added yet another layer to his ever present anger, and fueled him in the gym. He'd already been at it for an hour and didn't feel he'd be stopping any time soon. Luckily for him, it being Sunday he didn't need to make an appearance at the Pitch in Montrose until the morning. He'd exhaust himself here, and maybe drag himself out to dinner to find himself another pretty, willing mouth to swallow all his issues again tonight.