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 Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 6:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 7:22 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxLiving Room
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxDad
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxConfused, Angry
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ṃÿ ṉαṃε ïṡ јïṃṃÿ αṉḋ ÿøυ вεττεɾ ṉøτ ώεαɾ ïτ øυτxxxxxxxxxxxx
ṡυïсïḋε сøṃṃαṉḋø τhατ ÿøυɾ ṃøṃṃα ταlќεḋ αвøυτxxxxxxxxx
ќïṉģ øƒ τhε ƒøɾτÿ τhïεṿεṡ, αṉḋ ï'ṃ hεɾε τø ɾερɾεṡεṉτxxxxxx
τhε ṉεεḋlε ïṉ τhε ṿεïṉ øƒ τhε εṡταвlïṡhṃεṉτxxx
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spaceRory had thought it was suspicious when his father was the one to pick him up from the train station. Normally, Gavin Murdoch couldn't be bothered to deal with his own son, except to yell and scream and hit him when he misbehaved. Which, fair enough, that wasn't exactly a rare occurrence. When he'd seen the man waiting at the station, rather than his Ma, he'd figured that it was because Professor Hill had written his parents and he was in a lot of trouble for '******** around at his fancy boarding school for freaks'. But, Gavin hadn't seemed angry (and it was pretty easy to tell when he was), and he hadn't said a word. He'd just... stared at Rory, long and hard, and then gestured for his son to follow him to the car. Honestly, it'd been a little terrifying. This was new behavior. Unexpected. Which meant Rory didn't have a clue how to deal with it.
spaceThings at least seemed normal at the house, aside from his father's silent brooding. Still a mess, no telly because they'd had to sell it to pay some people off over the holiday and hadn't had the money to replace it. Bottles and glasses strewn about, though there seemed to be more of them than usual. Rory just went to his room, not caring to question his da and find out what the hell was making him act so weird.
spaceIt was around midnight when he got confused and worried enough to leave his room in search of his Ma. The woman was nowhere to be found, which was odd, to say the least. Normally, it was Gavin who stayed away for days at a time, usually because he was working a job he didn't want anywhere near his house, or because he was off drinking with friends and lost track of the days. Sheena wasn't like that. She was always home. Especially when her son was. Uncertain, Rory worked up the nerve to go to the living room; he'd poked his head in earlier, looking for his mother, but found only his father, sitting on the couch and staring blankly at the place where the telly used to be. Rory almost wondered if he was high. Not drunk, that was for sure. Drunk Gavin was either jovial, or furious, depending on the day and the drink. He'd never been high in Rory's memory, but the Slytherin knew both his parents had taken things now and again. Never at home, though. Sheena had drawn the line there, and Gavin had, surprisingly, kept to his promise to heed the request.
spaceRory stood awkwardly, waiting to be noticed, but his father didn't even blink. Didn't so much as twitch when his son coughed for his attention. Normally, he'd have made some crack about the boy getting sick, being expensive. A joke that wasn't really a joke, but a complaint about the burden of having a child. This time, nothing.
space"...... Da?" Rory began, the word awkward on his tongue. He hadn't called his father by anything approaching the title in years. But something was wrong, and it seemed like a breach of something to call him Gavin. Or arsehole.
spaceGavin Murdoch's gaze turned from the wall to his son, but his expression remained distant. Unnervingly so. Rory wanted to ask what he was on, but that felt like trouble. Besides, it wasn't what he really cared about. So what if his dad was stoned? Big difference from the usual, where he was drunk off his arse. No, he had other concerns.
space "Da, where's Ma?" he asked, fighting to keep his voice steady. If he were being totally honest, he was scared shiteless. This behavior, his mother's absence. Warning bells were screaming in his head. But, he didn't want to show fear; weakness left you open for attack. He didn't want to start a fight. He just wanted to know where his mother was.
spaceSilence, long and tense and uncomfortable. Finally, the instant before Rory asked again, his father replied. One word, in the softest, most broken voice Rory thought he'd ever heard.
space"Dead."
spaceAnother silence.
spaceDead. Dead. Dead.
spaceRory wanted to call his father a liar, but he knew it would be a false accusation. Gavin might not've cared about his son much, but Sheena had been his world. "The only good thing I ever had," he called her, repeatedly, and they'd been broken and terrible but they'd been broken and terrible together.
spaceShe'd been the only good thing Rory ever had, too. And now she was gone.
spaceRory's emotions churned, a layer of numbness settling over the surface as if to protect him from the onslaught. He was just clear headed enough to ask, "Whit happened?"
spaceHis father was silent again. At first, Rory assumed he just couldn't bring himself to answer. To detail some horrible accident that'd befallen the woman. But then he saw the way his eyes had rolled up to the ceiling, staring up to avoid meeting his son's gaze. The nervous twitch of his jaw.
spaceRealization settled in. "Wha' did ye dae?" Rory accused, tone laced with fire and ice and acid and hate. A moment later, after a second too long of no answer, "WHIT DID YE DAE?!"
space"Spent dosh ah didnae hae," Gavin replied hollowly. "Whit a've aye dane. Thay should've... It should've bin me. Thay git impatient. Ah hadn't paid up. Sae thay..." He trailed off.
spaceRory's fists clenched. His steps were heavy and fast, furious stomping to stand before his father. "So they killed her," he finished, the words like a slap to Gavin's face. Rory would've loved the way the man twitched if he hadn't just found out his mother was dead. "Ye!- ye ******** up, sae thay killed her! YE KILLED MAH MITHER!"
spaceHis temper snapped, and he launched himself at his father, fists flying. Gavin didn't even try to defend himself at first, letting the fourteen year old hit and kick and slap. But, eventually the attack made it through the fog, a fist to his jaw waking him, and his own temper flared. Gavin grabbed Rory and held him down, slapping his face. "A'M YER FAITHER!" he shouted, teeth gritted tight. "DINNAE SKELP ME, BOY, A'M YER FAITHER, YA DINNAE SKELP ME!"
spaceRory didn't stop fighting against Gavin's hold, but he was hardly as strong as his father. He was subdued easily, held down until he'd worn himself out. By the end of it, they were both crying, sobbing. It was the closest they'd ever had to a tender moment. When his son's struggles ceased, Gavin released him, and hugged him tight. Rory hesitated, but only for a moment. They sat on the floor of the living room, crying until they were both exhausted. Neither spoke another word, until his father told him to go to bed. For once in his life, Rory didn't argue. He rose, and stumbled to his bedroom. His sleep was fitful, and provided no comfort. In his dreams, he heard his mother scream.
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xxxсïģαɾεττεṡ αṉḋ ɾαṃεṉ αṉḋ α lïττlε вαģ øƒ ḋøρε
xxxxxxï αṃ τhε ṡøṉ øƒ α вïτсh αṉḋ εḋģαɾ αllαṉ ρøε
xxxxxxxxxɾαïṡεḋ ïṉ τhε сïτÿ υṉḋεɾ α hαlø øƒ lïģhτṡ
xxxxxxxxxxxxρɾøḋυсτ øƒ ώαɾ αṉḋ ƒεαɾ τhατ ώε'ṿε вεεṉ ṿïсτïṃïʐεḋ
 »» ╳ ♥ ╳ ««xxoυт oғ cнaracтerxx- - -
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2017 10:17 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxFront Yard
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxGavin
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFurious
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anoтнer looѕe cannon gone вι-polar, ѕlιpped down, coυldn'т geт мυcн lowerxxxxxxxxxxxx
qυιcĸѕand'ѕ goт no ѕenѕe oғ нυмor, ι'м ѕтιll laυgнιng lιĸe нellxxxxxxxxx
yoυ тнιnĸ тнaт вy cryιng тo мe, looĸιng ѕo ѕorry, тнaт ι'м gonna вelιevexxxxxx
yoυ've вeen ιnғecтed вy a ѕocιal dιѕeaѕe - well, тнen тaĸe yoυr мedιcιnexxx
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spaceCal didn't apparate to his brother's home, instead taking advantage of the long train ride to try and calm himself before getting there. Unfortunately, it didn't work so well, and by the time he was standing on Gavin's doorstep, the desire to beat the man bloody was just as strong as ever. He didn't like that, mostly because he prided himself on being violent only when necessary, for matters of self defense. No matter how he twisted it, going at his brother now wouldn't be self defense, or even in defense of Rory. Hitting his sister might qualify, but only if he'd shown up when she was beating on the kid, which he hadn't. Blair hadn't been all that happy to see her baby brother, and had been even less happy that he'd decided to 'kidnap' the boy. Frankly, Cal thought she was lucky he hadn't given her a taste of her own medicine. But, he figured she'd get plenty of that in prison. It hadn't been easy to set it up so that she'd get arrested without the cops taking Rory away as well, but he'd managed. He might've broken a couple of magical laws to do it, but it wasn't like he'd done anything he'd get caught for. Even if he did, he'd probably just get a slap on the wrist, considering the circumstances.
spaceHe fought to keep his face impassive when he knocked on Gavin's door, and failed when he overheard the way his brother struggled to get to the door. He knew before it opened that the man was drunk, and could tell from the smell and the red in his eyes that it'd been a while since he wasn't. Any and all hopes of a quick and easy conversation went out the window the second Gavin realized who he was looking at, his dumb, confused expression turning to a scowl.
space"Och, keek 'ere. Th' prodigal son returns. S'pose ye'r 'ere tae offer yer condolences oan mah loss, huh? Bit late, th' funeral wis months ago." His words were slurred, and Cal could barely even understand him. He'd long since dropped any and all familiarity with his family's particular brand of an accent, a mixture between low class Scot and learning to speak by listening to the inarticulate rage of their father. Apparently, he stayed silent for too long, prompting his brother to (attempt to) snap his fingers in his face. "Awright, eejit! a'm talking tae ye! Whit, ye juist shaw up tae goup at me?"
spaceCal's eyes narrowed, and he barely resisted the urge to forcibly remove his brother's hand from in front of his face. And perhaps from the man's own shoulder, he thought wistfully. Still, he managed to keep his composure, more or less. His voice did have an edge of a growl when he spoke. "I don't recall being told there was a funeral," he pointed out. "In fact, I don't recall being told anything about what was going on-"
spaceHis brother cut him off with a snort. "Och, sae a' o' a sudden ye care aboot yer fowk again? Ye didnae shaw up tae th' bridle, figured th' funeral wid be mair o' th' same." He blinked at Callum, slowly, the blink of a man who could barely keep his eyes open. He was definitely fighting a losing battle with the liquor.
space"I care about my nephew," Cal replied coolly. "Which is why I'm here, actually. See, I got a letter from Rory a couple of days ago. Asking me if I'd come 'save' him from our sister Blair. Said you'd dumped him on her to get him out of your hair." Cal paused then, disgust apparent on his face. Rory had just lost his mother, Cal didn't care how much of a handful the kid was, he shouldn't have gotten passed off for someone else to deal with. He was Gavin's responsibility. "Now, Gavin, I'm a patient, rational man. So I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. I'm going to give you a chance to tell me that you didn't know she'd beat your kid bloody every chance she got. I'm going to give you one shot, just one, to say you didn't know, that you made a mistake, that it'll never, ever happen again. One. Shot."
spaceCal didn't know what he'd been expecting. But, his brother's annoyance changing to fury had not been it. "Sin whin is it yer concern howfur ah discipline mah bairn, huh?" Gavin stepped forward, towering over his brother, trying to intimidate. Cal wasn't an easy man to scare, though. "Ye'r nae his faither. Th' bairn didnae wantae git shipped aff, he should've behaved his-sel! He knew! He knew whit wid happen, ah tellt him, bit he didnae listen! Sae aye, ah sent him aff tae blair! Figured she'd teach th' laddie some damn manners- "
space"You knew?!" Cal lost control of himself, just for that one second. "You didn't just send him off to her to avoid your responsibility as his father, you knew she'd hit him?!"
space"Gotta be firm wi' that lad, dinnae ah?" Gavin retorted. "Ye wirk at that freak shaw o' a schuil, ye ken whit he's lik'. Whit he did this year. Howfur aboot that, huh? 'n' that wis him behaving! A'm grieving, ah dinnae hae time or patience tae pat up wi'- "
space"With a grieving child who lost his mother?!"
space"Wi' a moronic wee besom wha cannae juist sit doon 'n' clam up!"
spaceCal inhaled sharply, and regretted it. Gavin wasn't just drunk for days, he'd not bathed in a long, long time. He was willing to bet his dead sister-in-law smelled better than her husband. He took a step back, partially to get Gavin out of his face, and partially to escape the stench, just a little. His lip curled, eyes narrowed. "He's just a boy. He lost his mother!"
space"He's mah bloody son 'n' ye dinnae tell me howfur tae parent him!"
spaceCal saw the punch coming long before it had a chance to connect. He dodged, and grabbed his brother's arm, giving him a sharp tug and landing the larger man on his arse on the ground. Gavin's rage intensified, and he (somehow) shot back to his feet. "Why you little-"
spaceCal dodged again, this time letting the man fall on himself. "Don't do this, Gavin," he said quietly. "You're drunk, and even sober, you'd lose."
space"That sae, ye bloody ponce ?!" Gavin snarled. "Gonnae whip oot yer glaikit magic stick 'n' git me, huh?"
spaceCal almost smiled, eyes glinting with something like amusement. If the situation hadn't been so serious, if he hadn't been so angry, he might've laughed. "I don't need a 'stupid magic stick' to take you, Gavin."
spaceThe sound the older Murdoch let out then was almost animal, and he dove for his younger brother's legs. Cal didn't quite get out of the way this time, and ended up on the ground, Gavin managing to stumble on top of him and get a shot in. Cal winced as his brother clocked him on the jaw, then took advantage of the man's inebriated state and managed to roll them so he was on top.
spaceHe got a couple shots in before Gavin attempted to roll them back to the original position, and struggled to remain in an advantageous position. Gavin was larger than him, significantly so, but far more out of shape. Cal knew all he had to do was wait until his brother was too tired and weak to continue. They rolled and punched and kicked until Cal had Gavin in a headlock, cutting off his air supply so he'd lose steam. "This is gonna stop," Cal said coldly. "You're going to calm the hell down, and we're going to have a quick chat about your son and what rights I do and do not have regarding him."
spaceGavin continued to struggle for a moment longer, and then abruptly relaxed, hand slapping his brother's bicep lightly. Cal loosened his grip ever so slightly, and Gavin wheezed out, "Braw, we'll talk."
spaceCal let him go, and went to stand, but Gavin attempted to tackle him again. Unfortunately for Gavin, he was still very drunk, and now very tired. Cal stepped aside easily and the older man found himself on the ground once more. "Alright, scratch that," Cal said. "We're not gonna talk. I'm gonna tell you what's about to happen. I'm going to leave, and you're going to sit here and get sober so that when I show back up in a few days with paperwork, you're of sound body and mind to sign it."
space"Paperwork fur whit?!"
space"For custody of your son," Cal hissed. "Which you are going to forfeit to me. And no, it's not an option. I thought it would be, I thought you didn't know about Blair. But you do, and if you think I'm letting either of you so much as look at that boy again-"
space"He's mah boy"
space"Then you should've been his father, and not some drunkard who sent him off to an abuser," Cal said. "Blair's been arrested, by the way. Rory's with me. And he's going to stay with me. You're going to be sober to sign the paperwork. After that, you can crawl back into whatever booze-filled depression hole you want."
space"Ye cannae dae that!"
space"I can and I am. And you're lucky I'm not landing your arse in jail with our sister. Take the deal and shut up."
spaceA long silence passed between the two brothers, Gavin struggling to come up with anything to say. He failed, and after a minute, Cal left without another word.
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xxxι creaтed тнe ѕoυnd oғ мadneѕѕ, wroтe тнe вooĸ on paιn
xxxxxxѕoмeнow ι'м ѕтιll нere тo eхplaιn
xxxxxxxxxтнaт тнe darĸeѕт нoυr never coмeѕ ιn тнe nιgнт
xxxxxxxxxxxxyoυ can ѕleep wιтн a gυn, wнen yoυ gonna waĸe υp and ғιgнт?
 »» ╳ ♥ ╳ ««xxoυт oғ cнaracтerxx- - -
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