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Not A Day To Celebrate [for fey-fire]

May 12, 2009 21:19

The twelfth of May. Peter hated it. Dreaded it. Feared it. Did his damnedest to ignore it ( Read more... )

birthday, jimmy, rory stone, twins

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OOC tm_aurora May 13 2009, 04:02:15 UTC

*sniffles* Poor Peter! :( Nice to see that he's still around though, he's been missed by the Beaubiers. <3

Re: OOC half_whole_pw May 13 2009, 04:04:06 UTC

awww. Yeah. He's around once in a blue moon when I can be assed to play him. I am horrible.

fey_fire May 13 2009, 04:31:24 UTC

Rory had just settled onto his bike preparatory to heading home from Serptichore Records when he abruptly decided that home was not where he wanted to be. The day had been long, the meetings had been boring and the interview had been tedious. He wanted to be out, with company other than himself, and he pulled out his phone to hunt down someone to call and get together with. It wasn't until he called up Peter's entry that he remembered oh yes, that's right, it's his birthday today!It wasn't until he got the message saying the number he was trying to call was currently unavailable that he remembered that Peter didn't celebrate his birthday anymore, and why ( ... )

half_whole_pw May 13 2009, 05:20:47 UTC

Peter heard the bell, it was hard to ignore the noise when his apartment was as tiny as it happened to be, even in his room with the sliding door pulled shut and the pillow over his head, that bzzzzzzzzzz was loud and obnoxious. ""Okay. All right. Fine. Stop. I'm coming. Jeez ( ... )

fey_fire May 13 2009, 06:11:07 UTC

Rory walked in and turned to face his friend as he shut the door. Though he saw the puffiness around Peter's eyes and heard the roughness in his voice, those were both secondary considerations. He could feel the misery rolling off the younger man in waves, desolation and emptiness enough to tighten his own throat. He knew one more moment of abiding uncertainty-- who was he to try to answer the grief of this man who'd lost one closer than a brother? --but he brushed it aside impatiently. You're supposed to be good with words, songwriter. Find them now.

"I don't mean to disturb you, Peter," he said softly, brown eyes seeking hazel, "but I remembered what day today is. I thought--" He swallowed. "If you'd rather be alone, I can go. But if some company wouldn't come amiss ..." His hands spread slightly in a here I am gesture. "... then you have it."

half_whole_pw May 15 2009, 01:46:21 UTC

Peter looked up at his friend for a while, debating. It would be a lot easier to tell Rory to go away, a whole lot easier. He didn't want platitudes or pity. He didn't really want to be seen either, but too late for that. Instead, Peter gave an unenthusiastic shrug of one shoulder and made a noncommittal noise before walking to and slumping into the couch. Stay or go, whichever you felt like doing.

"I don't want to talk about it." He nearly looked like a petulant child as he crossed arms over his chest and ducked his head. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about things, it was more that he didn't want to open the flood gates, one he started he wouldn't stop. Rory didn't necessarily deserve that.

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