It Was the Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul

[pride_of_kiwi]

WHO: The Kirkland family (Macbeth, Dewi, Arthur, Peter, and John Paul)
WHEN: Wednesday, Sept. 16, evening
WHERE: Dewi's place
WHAT:  The night is young, the set has been made, the players assembled and the play begins when the curtain rises... Dinner is served.
RATING: It's a family reunion- anything goes...

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[fearthekelpie]

Leaning against the window of the taxi, Macbeth groaned. Why did he have to notice that text after he had been drinking for a good hour and a bit? He should have went by his first instinct and ignored it, like he already had when Roderich had texted him asking where Alexander II's food was kept, but his drink fogged mind was curious. Which was why he had spent that last hour drinking non-alcoholic drinks to at least make him not seem as drunk

[not_whales]

To say that he was frantic was a bit of an overstatement. No, no... Dewi was hysterical. Ah, yes... a much better definition for the poor Welsh man who was running around his kitchen, palms sweating in the pink-and-white floral oven mitts. He slipped the mitts off, tossing them lazily onto the oak table to provide his hands with some cool relief, but the kitchen air was laced with the heat radiating from the oven, the scent of cheese turning sour with each inhale. The titanium lid atop the leek soup clattered - chattered like Dewi's teeth - while steam lazily seeped from the small crack

[pride_of_kiwi]

The 'Hey' in relation to the 'brawd' might have been somewhat further apart than Dewi would have liked for no sooner than his home had been opened to the eyes of a relative -ah, irony- stranger, the greeting half out of his mouth, than he found himself enveloped in a tight armed embrace. Shrouded in a cloud of a strange- though not unpleasant- aftershave and a hint of something smoky he couldn't quite identify, a few hearty pats fell against his back before he was thankfully released back into the wild. The man before him offered a crooked, sheepish half smile as though in realization that such a greeting may have been-

Overkill.

"Gidday! Gidday! Sweet-as home you have, here. Damn nice sheep too. You've got quite a number of them."

Additionally-
Far, far too tacky. John would have told himself to rack off at such chatter, but stupid as a two bob watch he might have been, and perhaps as discerning as that mildly concerned expression the Welshman wore was, he remained adamantly 'cheerful' and made to offer the small bag of rolls he

[not_whales]

He shuddered. He definitely shuddered - like a skyscraper in the epicenter of a Tokyo off-of-Richter-scale earthquake. This sudden display of affection caught him... off-guard... to say the least. The tingling sensation, like a million-and-a-half insects crawling through his veins, shot up his fingertips. The pleasant smell of fog and dew was replaced by something sharp and foul-smelling, and once he was released from his, ahem, prison, the left corner of his lips twitched, pulled back up his cheek as if by a fishhook.

"Erm... th-thank you," he brought his hand back to pat down the hair standing on end on the back of his neck. His eyes darted above John's shoulder, gaze settling on the red barn where his sheep were stowed away for the night.

"Oi, Dewi, mate. Y'got another part of your place around? Think I see- what is that... a barn? Out there...- M'thinking someone's gotten lost. Sounds like some yelling."

"Why the hell have ye got the lights out! Ah nearly went by yer ho'se ye eejit!"

Eejit.
Eejit.Macbeth

[pride_of_kiwi]

The Scottish bloke. Another half brother.

Right.

John's grin too was strained as he struggled against the instinctual need to display his growing discomfort. Not nearly as confident as half a moment ago, are you John? Not at all. Because while he may have been somewhat over exuberant with his greeting, Dewi's following behavioral shift- what felt and looked to be thinly veiled disgust- did not escape notice.

Not just a bit of a dag John was then- the whole sheep's arse. Brill. Just Brilliant.

He reigned nervous laughter in, mentally grasping at the fraying hope that things might still go well enough. It had been his request, to bring these people together- despite awareness of their issues, despite their misgivings and their distrust. They were still- remarkably- family.

If this failed-

"Well! Might want to go help the fellow out, eh? Don't think he realizes yr'not there."