CAN'T BUY ME LOVE...

[longlivesealand]

Who: The English Gentlemen
When: Friday Evening~
Where: That place Arthur calls 'home'.
What: Peter gets an unpleasant parcel in the post and now he wants some answers.

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It's late in the morning. I can barely see the screen. Let's pretend this post make some sense.

[longlivesealand]

"No," Peter said, "thank you."

He bent down and gathered the stray pieces of paper he had so brutally torn apart. A bit here on the path, a bit there lodged beneath an innocent-looking shrub. He held separate pieces together and halfheartedly tried to paste them into one coherent document again. But like his relationship with his brother, what was torn could never be fixed.

He stood up straight; ears burned at the jingling of wayward keys and the invitation of a cuppa. He turned around and gazed upon the house that Arthur resided. If it weren't for the outdated architecture and the pestering spirits, it could almost pass for decent. His eyesight lowered, fixated on the back of his brother. The imagine had cemented in his mind; Arthur had always been and would forever remain a person he would chase behind.

Perhaps letting go was the only solution.

"Tell Dewi I said hello," Peter called out. The next string of words were difficult to muster; even his throat protested against them. But Mum had taught him to be a proper gentleman and a proper gentleman knew to give proper farewell. He stole a breath of air to steel his heart.

"Take care then. And... best wishes."

And with that, Peter turned on his heels, shattered familial ties in his hands, and made for the gate.

[godsavemy]

“Right then. Of course,” Arthur muttered to himself, a healthy dollop of resignation and a smidgen of bitterness in his tone. It was more bitterness than he cared to admit to feeling - something after all this time really ought to be gone. After all this wasn’t a play he had never seen before - the actors and the scene was all too familiar. The lines spoken even more so. Yet...Arthur thought if he just did a little improvisation they could break out of these characters that had become more them than not them for just a moment.

Considering the nonexistent success rate of that happening, he really should know better than keep trying, no matter how spare as his admittedly increasingly halfhearted attempts had become. Peter would never hear of it, and it only made him look like a fool in the end.

Not caring to watch Peter leave, Arthur struggled to open his door - thankfully only dropping the keys once. Once he wrangled the door open, Arthur simply heaved a tired sigh and carelessly pushed the door close behind him - not bothering to lock up.

Later, he would just chalk it up to forgetfulness and not another foolish whim of his acting up again.