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Tur kaut kam ir jābūt

Feb 06, 2011 19:40

Who: Berwald un Raivis
When: February 6th, evening
Where: The Galante-Kirkland residence in Lakeside
What: 'There must be something you want to tell me.' But dinner is getting cold and who cracks first is anyone's guess.

( Strong wind is rising, dark clouds above and under... )

you have some 'splainin' to do, status: incomplete, deep convo is good for the soul, it's time to nut up or shut up, why do you want to know?, awkwardness: i has it, slightly opposites, fuck my life, and how does that make you feel?, no - this is sparta, got sunshine in a bag, it's always the quiet ones, let's talk about feeeelings~, y u do dis?, they know where you live, you look like shit, it's not what you think, you've got red on you, sweden, latvia, awkward bonding, awkward family moment, tonight we dine in hell!, b-but i'm allergic to crying...

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oxenstierna_b February 7 2011, 02:52:10 UTC

Berwald, standing outside the door with a houseplant in his arms (he'd noticed when he helped them move they didn't have many of those) had his own worries. He'd just realized he'd still never actually apologized to Raivis for that time during the horrible week when he'd been keeping Peter as a prisoner in his room and he'd stopped Raivis from visiting him. There hadn't really been a good moment to do so during moving, especially because it hadn't felt right to bring up such unpleasant memories on a day like that.

And every time since then he'd just met Peter... was that really a coincidence, or could Raivis be avoiding him, Berwald thought suddenly with some panic.

Except right at that moment the door opened.

man_nav_naudas February 7 2011, 22:03:23 UTC

The tall Swede Raivis expected.

The tall Swede clutching a potted plant he had not; yet despite himself, he dropped his gaze from eye level to stare at it.

Alright.

"C-come in, please. It's good to see you again, Sir." A formality that should have and would have been dropped were he not still lost in his own festering frustration. The agitation bled through to his voice.

It sounded less like a welcome and more like a condemnation. The click of the locking mechanism behind them sounded as a death knell.

oxenstierna_b February 7 2011, 23:37:53 UTC

Berwald's shoulders slumped just perceptively. Raivis was clearly still upset with him. He really needed to apologise but... it had been so long already, was it too late? Besides being Peter's husband, Berwald was rather fond of Raivis, it'd be terrible if he couldn't forgive him... not that he'd blame him.

He followed Raivis lost in such thoughts, placing the plant down on a side table Raivis pointed out. Well, at least Peter would be there to... actually, where was he? Berwald looked around, noting suddenly that Peter was nowhere to be seen. Now he thought about, if he was home he would have expected to get one of his usual exuberant greetings already.

"Is Peter... somewhere?" he asked tentatively. Maybe he'd gone to the store or was late from coming back from school or something?

*unintentional Bastard mode activate* man_nav_naudas February 15 2011, 04:22:32 UTC

"Peter is sleeping."

A testy response, one accentuated with a quick swipe of palms against the splattered cloth at his waist. Raivis turned a distracted look to his guest. He gestured toward a closed door, dropping his voice to just barely above a hoarse whisper.

"He's been ill with pneumonia. Didn't he say anything to you about it?"

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