Log: What becomes of the broken-hearted. - Oliver and Percy
true_rebellion and sixfootwood
Where Bad Things happen, there is abuse of a blazer, and someone's arse gets wet.
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The laugh was low and masculine, a pleased sound--and it rolled around the small doorway in front of Caritas a few times before dissipating into the damp night air. Oliver couldn't help but laugh back--his plain and amused, not the far too extravagant laugh the other man had let out. "you don't mean that---I bet you say that to all the bartenders wearing almost nothing." Kincaid, they called him--sex in black boots and a suede duster--and he'd been at Oliver's side all night, though not overtly so--just making sure he was always on the corner of the bartop Oliver happened to be working. "I do, and it works every time.....100% success rate" the man said back softly, reaching out a hand for Oliver, which the bartender neatly sidestepped with a clucking sound. "well you're just too arrogant for your own good, aren't you?" Oliver shot back, smiling. Kincaid stepped in close, nose nearly touching Oliver's and smiled his strangely toothy smile. "I've a reason for it. They come back again and again." Oliver fell silent, head tipped back to watch the man--handsome pale face, bright green eyes--and shifted forward, letting their bodies touch.
Percy dried his hand on the paper towel nd threw it away walking through the empy club and slipping out of the side door walking to the front and catching the conversation watching their boies touch under the street light, his eyes flashed as Ollie melted against the handsome man.
"I just serve the drinks" Oliver murmured, half-smiling, his hand against the man's chest. "you'll just have'ta look and not touch, won't you?" Kincaid let out a sound of frustration and Oliver pulled away, leaning back against the bar's painted outer door. There was a soft shuffle, and both of them looked around, surprised. Kincaid gave Oliver a rather heated look and stepped away, waving him off. "We'll see next time.....no one can resist me for long." with that, he disappeared into the night, rather.....flamboyantly.
Oliver covered his laugh with his hand, though his face had gone pink with the exertion. "completely batty, that one...thinks he's Incubuskind's gift to bartenders." Oliver wore his extremely short tartan hotpants, sparkles catching the refracted light from the waxing moon overhead, and Percy's suitjacket--somehow it didn't look completely idiotic. He put out a hand for Percy and grinned. "ready for home? I've got a hundred kinds of fingerprints I need'ta wash off my arse."
Percy scowled at him, "I'm not surprised if you've been like that with all of them." He bit out.
Oliver blinked in surprise and dropped his lonely hand from the air between he and Perce, stepping back a half-pace from the Weasley's disgusted scowl. "I'm not, Perce...it's just a job..not my fault all of 'em think I'm their one true love or somethin'...you know how it is! It doesn't mean anything!" he began walking backward down the sidewalk, waiting for Percy to follow."
"You're leaning into him and leering, like you want to be with anyone who walks by! I surpised you didn't try to rut into the wall!"
His feet stilled on the wet pavement belowfoot, and Oliver stood, head cocked, eyes doing a bit of angry flashing of their own. "so I'm not allowed to touch anyone else, look at anyone else, be NEAR anyone else, is that it? D'ya want me to stop caling my Mum too? She could get the wrong idea!" he spread his arms, scowling to match Percy. "it's a JOB Percy. I'm supposed to make sure everyone has a good TIME."
"A good time, you're not supposed to be seeling yourself as some sort of sex find!"
"I'm not SELLING anything, Percy! D'you know how good the tips are in there? Do you know how LITTLE I make playing, even during the season? If I have to do a little bit of touching to make them pay up, so be it! Do I go home with them? NO! Who do I go home to? Who do I wake up to every mornin, no matter what? You, Percy..and you don't trust me far's you can throw me, do you?"
"Not when you're fawning all over them! No wonder you like this job so much!" He yelled, "Prancing around in your underpants selling yourself like a common whore!"
LAST I CHECKED I'm not married, handfasted, or otherwise PERMANENTLY CONNECTED TO YOU, Percy! What'm I not supposed to ever look at another person EVER AGAIN? His brain caught up with the conversation and he stopped mid-shout, his mouth dropping open. "A common, whore. Really. That's....enlightening. Percy. That's what you've always thought, isn't it? Even when we were at school, you always hated that I didn't try to hide what I was, and you had to. You're a prudish, stuck-up little prat." he'd stepped close before he knew it, glaring up into Percy's eyes and cursing the fact that though he was far stronger, Percy had a good half-foot on him. He poked Percy in the middle of the chest with one finger. "I don't deserve that Percy. And you know it. Take it back."
Percy lifted his chin defiantly narrowing his eyes at him stubbornly, "I'm simply stating the facts, his hands clenching at the insults glaring back at him. "Ollie was supposed to be different supposed to be his friend. "Merlin you're just like the rest of them."
"aye, and what're you like, Perce? Sleepin' with me these past few months..a common fucking whore? What're you, then? Getting yourself dirty down here with the rest of us while you keep your perfect little pet wizard job at the Ministry? I'm not gonna be your dirty little fuck anymore, Perce. No telling what you might've caught from me already, right? How did you even sleep at night, lying there thinking how disgusting I am?" He gave Percy a solid shove on the shoulder, anger bubbling over, wetness glimmering at the corners of his eyes. Percy had gotten it--he always had--had always been his friend no matter what--even when he'd come back to their rooms beaten up for flirting with the wrong boy back at Hogwarts...Percy had always cared. Maybe not. "I can't believe I gave up everything to come stay wi'you...when that cow told all those lies about you..and this is how you repay me."
"I didn't ask you to stay, don't you dare blame me for that!" He yelled upset, his voice cracking How Oliver couldn't understand how much Percy loved him was tearing him apart. The pain of the shove spreading through him. How could he not understand his job was important, the only important stable thing he had. He was his job. And it was a hard tough job, long hours and poor recognition but he did it, did it without complaint because it was HIS. Ollie used to understand that.
"NO YOU DIDN'T BUT I CAME, DIDN'T I?! Because we used to be friends...we used to be....." Oliver waved a hand and grimaced. "whatever....it was that you were doin' with me. Whatever that was." He shook his head and stuffed his hands in the pockets of the blazer he'd borrowed from Percy to protect him from the night's cool breath. After a moment he peeled it off and handed it back to Percy, his eyes averted. "I do this job well, Percy. I need it. Not all of us have a perfect little Ministry job to keep us in rent. I won't stop it." his eyes flicked to Percy and away again, the blazer still clutched in his fist.
Percy frowned "You're giving it back?" he asked suddenly
"don't want to get it filthy, do I?" he shoved it at Percy again, worrying over the hurt tone of his....boyfriend's voice, but unable to stop himself.
"What's that supposed to..." His eyes widened and he stared at him. His mind was always far too logical and quick for his own good. "You're leaving me..." He asked his voice confused
hoping irrationally it wasn't true. "NOnsense, you're leaving this job and coming home with me."
Oliver shook his head sadly and pushed the cloth into Percy's hand, unfolding his cold fingers to wrap it around the collar. "no. I won't quit, Percy. I won't. This is a good job. And..." he shrugged and stepped back, gooseflesh popping up on his skin immediately. "you think I'm whorish, Perce. What'm I supposed to do with that? What'm I supposed to say? I haven't been with anyone but you, but it doesn't matter, does it?"
Percy shook his head his eyes staring at him, "No you have to leave. You..." His eyes narrowed, "You have to leave this job I demand it."
Oliver's laughed sounded more like a sob, edged with pain. "oh aye, that'd be perfect, wouldn't it? Stupid little whore of a man, listenin' to his betters--that's what it is, isn't it? You're better'n me--so you know better." He shifted back a step or two, wrapping his arms around his middle, shaking his head. "No."
"I never said I was better!" He yelled before shaking his head. "You really think..." He glared at him. "You either leave and and stop throwing yourself onto them. OR...or perhaps you should leave."
"You can have the couch" he muttered darkly, turning into the darkness, beginning already to walk down the sidewalk away from Percy. "I'll come for my stuff later in the week.
Percy stepped after him watching him walk away. That wasn't supposed to happen, Ollie was supposed to follow him...he always followed him. He reached out for him biting his lips as it crumpled before he straightened himself up watching him his arms trembling as he watched him. A sob cracking from his throat. before he coughed covering it watching him slowly disappear
Oliver stomped off into the darkness surrounding Caritas, being sure to be out of sight before finding an alley to duck into. He bent himself in two, head in his hands, fighting off the pitiful, useless sobs he could feel wanting to emerge. His breath became ragged and he slid down the wall, spangled arse in a pool of cold....something, and buried his face in his forearms.
Percy watched him disappear and stood numbly in the street just looking at the darkness willing Ollie to come back...to come back and make it alright again. Not leave him so totally alone again the deep dank loneliness of his life creeping and clawing at him as it blanketed over him with the cool wind of the night.
Where Bad Things happen, there is abuse of a blazer, and someone's arse gets wet.
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The laugh was low and masculine, a pleased sound--and it rolled around the small doorway in front of Caritas a few times before dissipating into the damp night air. Oliver couldn't help but laugh back--his plain and amused, not the far too extravagant laugh the other man had let out. "you don't mean that---I bet you say that to all the bartenders wearing almost nothing." Kincaid, they called him--sex in black boots and a suede duster--and he'd been at Oliver's side all night, though not overtly so--just making sure he was always on the corner of the bartop Oliver happened to be working. "I do, and it works every time.....100% success rate" the man said back softly, reaching out a hand for Oliver, which the bartender neatly sidestepped with a clucking sound. "well you're just too arrogant for your own good, aren't you?" Oliver shot back, smiling. Kincaid stepped in close, nose nearly touching Oliver's and smiled his strangely toothy smile. "I've a reason for it. They come back again and again." Oliver fell silent, head tipped back to watch the man--handsome pale face, bright green eyes--and shifted forward, letting their bodies touch.
Percy dried his hand on the paper towel nd threw it away walking through the empy club and slipping out of the side door walking to the front and catching the conversation watching their boies touch under the street light, his eyes flashed as Ollie melted against the handsome man.
"I just serve the drinks" Oliver murmured, half-smiling, his hand against the man's chest. "you'll just have'ta look and not touch, won't you?" Kincaid let out a sound of frustration and Oliver pulled away, leaning back against the bar's painted outer door. There was a soft shuffle, and both of them looked around, surprised. Kincaid gave Oliver a rather heated look and stepped away, waving him off. "We'll see next time.....no one can resist me for long." with that, he disappeared into the night, rather.....flamboyantly.
Oliver covered his laugh with his hand, though his face had gone pink with the exertion. "completely batty, that one...thinks he's Incubuskind's gift to bartenders." Oliver wore his extremely short tartan hotpants, sparkles catching the refracted light from the waxing moon overhead, and Percy's suitjacket--somehow it didn't look completely idiotic. He put out a hand for Percy and grinned. "ready for home? I've got a hundred kinds of fingerprints I need'ta wash off my arse."
Percy scowled at him, "I'm not surprised if you've been like that with all of them." He bit out.
Oliver blinked in surprise and dropped his lonely hand from the air between he and Perce, stepping back a half-pace from the Weasley's disgusted scowl. "I'm not, Perce...it's just a job..not my fault all of 'em think I'm their one true love or somethin'...you know how it is! It doesn't mean anything!" he began walking backward down the sidewalk, waiting for Percy to follow."
"You're leaning into him and leering, like you want to be with anyone who walks by! I surpised you didn't try to rut into the wall!"
His feet stilled on the wet pavement belowfoot, and Oliver stood, head cocked, eyes doing a bit of angry flashing of their own. "so I'm not allowed to touch anyone else, look at anyone else, be NEAR anyone else, is that it? D'ya want me to stop caling my Mum too? She could get the wrong idea!" he spread his arms, scowling to match Percy. "it's a JOB Percy. I'm supposed to make sure everyone has a good TIME."
"A good time, you're not supposed to be seeling yourself as some sort of sex find!"
"I'm not SELLING anything, Percy! D'you know how good the tips are in there? Do you know how LITTLE I make playing, even during the season? If I have to do a little bit of touching to make them pay up, so be it! Do I go home with them? NO! Who do I go home to? Who do I wake up to every mornin, no matter what? You, Percy..and you don't trust me far's you can throw me, do you?"
"Not when you're fawning all over them! No wonder you like this job so much!" He yelled, "Prancing around in your underpants selling yourself like a common whore!"
LAST I CHECKED I'm not married, handfasted, or otherwise PERMANENTLY CONNECTED TO YOU, Percy! What'm I not supposed to ever look at another person EVER AGAIN? His brain caught up with the conversation and he stopped mid-shout, his mouth dropping open. "A common, whore. Really. That's....enlightening. Percy. That's what you've always thought, isn't it? Even when we were at school, you always hated that I didn't try to hide what I was, and you had to. You're a prudish, stuck-up little prat." he'd stepped close before he knew it, glaring up into Percy's eyes and cursing the fact that though he was far stronger, Percy had a good half-foot on him. He poked Percy in the middle of the chest with one finger. "I don't deserve that Percy. And you know it. Take it back."
Percy lifted his chin defiantly narrowing his eyes at him stubbornly, "I'm simply stating the facts, his hands clenching at the insults glaring back at him. "Ollie was supposed to be different supposed to be his friend. "Merlin you're just like the rest of them."
"aye, and what're you like, Perce? Sleepin' with me these past few months..a common fucking whore? What're you, then? Getting yourself dirty down here with the rest of us while you keep your perfect little pet wizard job at the Ministry? I'm not gonna be your dirty little fuck anymore, Perce. No telling what you might've caught from me already, right? How did you even sleep at night, lying there thinking how disgusting I am?" He gave Percy a solid shove on the shoulder, anger bubbling over, wetness glimmering at the corners of his eyes. Percy had gotten it--he always had--had always been his friend no matter what--even when he'd come back to their rooms beaten up for flirting with the wrong boy back at Hogwarts...Percy had always cared. Maybe not. "I can't believe I gave up everything to come stay wi'you...when that cow told all those lies about you..and this is how you repay me."
"I didn't ask you to stay, don't you dare blame me for that!" He yelled upset, his voice cracking How Oliver couldn't understand how much Percy loved him was tearing him apart. The pain of the shove spreading through him. How could he not understand his job was important, the only important stable thing he had. He was his job. And it was a hard tough job, long hours and poor recognition but he did it, did it without complaint because it was HIS. Ollie used to understand that.
"NO YOU DIDN'T BUT I CAME, DIDN'T I?! Because we used to be friends...we used to be....." Oliver waved a hand and grimaced. "whatever....it was that you were doin' with me. Whatever that was." He shook his head and stuffed his hands in the pockets of the blazer he'd borrowed from Percy to protect him from the night's cool breath. After a moment he peeled it off and handed it back to Percy, his eyes averted. "I do this job well, Percy. I need it. Not all of us have a perfect little Ministry job to keep us in rent. I won't stop it." his eyes flicked to Percy and away again, the blazer still clutched in his fist.
Percy frowned "You're giving it back?" he asked suddenly
"don't want to get it filthy, do I?" he shoved it at Percy again, worrying over the hurt tone of his....boyfriend's voice, but unable to stop himself.
"What's that supposed to..." His eyes widened and he stared at him. His mind was always far too logical and quick for his own good. "You're leaving me..." He asked his voice confused
hoping irrationally it wasn't true. "NOnsense, you're leaving this job and coming home with me."
Oliver shook his head sadly and pushed the cloth into Percy's hand, unfolding his cold fingers to wrap it around the collar. "no. I won't quit, Percy. I won't. This is a good job. And..." he shrugged and stepped back, gooseflesh popping up on his skin immediately. "you think I'm whorish, Perce. What'm I supposed to do with that? What'm I supposed to say? I haven't been with anyone but you, but it doesn't matter, does it?"
Percy shook his head his eyes staring at him, "No you have to leave. You..." His eyes narrowed, "You have to leave this job I demand it."
Oliver's laughed sounded more like a sob, edged with pain. "oh aye, that'd be perfect, wouldn't it? Stupid little whore of a man, listenin' to his betters--that's what it is, isn't it? You're better'n me--so you know better." He shifted back a step or two, wrapping his arms around his middle, shaking his head. "No."
"I never said I was better!" He yelled before shaking his head. "You really think..." He glared at him. "You either leave and and stop throwing yourself onto them. OR...or perhaps you should leave."
"You can have the couch" he muttered darkly, turning into the darkness, beginning already to walk down the sidewalk away from Percy. "I'll come for my stuff later in the week.
Percy stepped after him watching him walk away. That wasn't supposed to happen, Ollie was supposed to follow him...he always followed him. He reached out for him biting his lips as it crumpled before he straightened himself up watching him his arms trembling as he watched him. A sob cracking from his throat. before he coughed covering it watching him slowly disappear
Oliver stomped off into the darkness surrounding Caritas, being sure to be out of sight before finding an alley to duck into. He bent himself in two, head in his hands, fighting off the pitiful, useless sobs he could feel wanting to emerge. His breath became ragged and he slid down the wall, spangled arse in a pool of cold....something, and buried his face in his forearms.
Percy watched him disappear and stood numbly in the street just looking at the darkness willing Ollie to come back...to come back and make it alright again. Not leave him so totally alone again the deep dank loneliness of his life creeping and clawing at him as it blanketed over him with the cool wind of the night.