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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Mar 5, 2018 14:02:55 GMT
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Tristan licked his lips, which had been dry all morning. He couldn't believe he felt anxious about spending time with one of his siblings. Being around his family was one of the most natural and comfortable things in the world to him, but since Val's accident, it just hadn't felt the same. Percival was the one who taught Tristan how to be a big brother when they were small, and Tristan had always had a soft spot for him because of that, but it hadn't stopped Val from growing up to be competitive and just as smart as Tristan was. Competitive as he was himself, Tristan had refused to compete with his younger brother once Percival joined him at Hogwarts, and his usual need to be the best was pushed aside by a need to not be at war with his brother, who he loved. It hadn't always worked out that way, and there had been jokes made and things said in jest that might have lingered in the minds of the brothers, but nothing compared to the words uttered in the final few months of last year. Val had been hit pretty bad by a curse that had made him practically lose his mind, and he'd revealed some feelings that had mostly been hidden before now. Tristan wasn't sure how to deal with the new knowledge, and it had made him feel more than a little bit uncomfortable since Val was cured and out of hospital.
He couldn't, no wouldn't, let a few angry outbursts stand in the way of family, though. No mater what Percival had said on those frequent visits Tristan had made to him, it would not break their bond. Their family had been through enough, this damage couldn't be permanent, Tristan wouldn't allow it. And so he had owled Val to meet him for Sunday lunch at the Three Broomsticks, hoping something casual and light would make it less awkward for the pair of them, though Tristan was more than prepared to delve into some truths if it was what was needed to clear the air and make things alright again. He swept down the staircase that led to the Astronomy tower, and meandered his way through the castle, the journey to Hogsmeade a short one, though he wouldn't be apparating once he reached the school gates. It was spring, the weather had warmed enough to be enjoyable, rather than painful, and the snow had mostly all melted, so it was a pleasant walk into the village. Half a hour later he pushed open the door to the noisy pub, enjoying the hustle and bustle of people catching up with family and friends, just like he would be as soon as he found his brother. Blue eyes peered through the busy room, but he couldn't see any sign of Percival yet, so he found an empty table near the window and claimed it for the brothers, shrugging off his coat and draping it over the back of his chair as he waited for his damaged little brother to arrive.
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”I faced death, I was death, I beat death The old gods are dead, the stars are burning, all in the name of greatness. 
The curse that had plagued Percival was dark and long forgotten, it was not your normal dark magic that one learned to defend against in Defense against the Dark Arts. This was one was made long ago during the times of the Ancient Egyptian wizards. It was said to be made by the God of Set, the evil Egyptian God, but Percival knew better than that rumor. It was made a by a group of dark wizards, designed to protect the tomb that Percival and the group of Curse-Breaker’s, were trying to break into. That curse had almost cost him his life, instead he survived but only by being plagued by it and locked up for months till they found a cure. A cure, that’s what the Healers called it, Percival on the other hand called it a band-aid something his mother would give him on a small cut. This hadn’t been a small cut however; it took control of him, played with his mind and basically turned him into someone wanting to kill his entire family. Part of him believed he was truly cursed, but the dreams he had at night still seemed so vivid that he felt it wasn’t truly broken. The sound of an alarm from his muggle alarm clock interrupted his thoughts as he saw the time. He was late to meet his brother Tristan, his older one and in his view the one he was closest too.
It had been awkward with any of his siblings after the curse was broken, he knew he had said things to them including Tristan. Awful things, that he would never have said or meant truly. How he hated him and wanted him dead. His eyes peered down at the book on his desk, written in hieroglyphics and partially falling apart, closing it and tapping his wand over it the book disappeared. Grabbing his jacket, he made his way out of his house and in a slight popping sound he was standing outside Hogsmeade. Tristan’s owl had said he wanted to meet for a Sunday lunch at the Three Broomsticks, he knew his brother wanted something casual to make it easier for them both. Things would have to be talked about Percival knew and accepted that the curse had brought certain true feelings to light, but it also went further just using those feelings as a fuel to whatever fire burned inside Percival during that time. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to calm his nerves, which was unbelievable to him considering he had basically just faced down and survived a curse supposedly made by a God. Yet he was nervous about this talk and as the front door of the pub become within his reach, all those feelings started to hit at once.
”Get it under control now” he whispered under his breath to himself as he took a few more deep breaths in and out trying to calm down. Finally, after almost a minute or so he grabbed the door and opened it walking into the pub. Looking around the noisy and crowded pub he found Tristan taking up a table by a window that he had claimed for them. Taking the seat across from he placed his coat on the back of the chair like his older brother. ”Sorry I’m late brother, got carried away with trying to translate this book…...eh it’s good to see you, how you’ve been?” said Percival quickly changing the subject from the book. He didn’t want to talk about that book, not with his family at least.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Mar 15, 2018 13:29:51 GMT
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It wasn't long before Val's familiar frame appeared in the doorway of The Three Broomsticks. Tristan shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his brother crossed to their table, and he forced himself to push the weird feeling aside. This was his brother. He needed to get over it and stop being oversensitive. Val apologised for being late, and Tristan shook his head vehemently as Percival draped his own coat over the back of the seat facing Tristan and sat himself down. "Pfft, it's fine," he said, waving a hand and offering a warm smile across the table. "I've got the whole afternoon off, I'd have waited longer." He'd have waited at least an hour for his brother. Maybe that would have resulted in having a drink at the bar with strangers, but he'd have waited. Seeing family wasn't something he did lightly, he'd have sent an owl or his Patronus to let Percival know he was still at the pub, and he'd have sat there and hoped his brother would show up late rather than never. That's what you did for family, or at least Tristan thought so.
"Back into translating books already?" he asked, amazed and more than a little bit impressed at how quickly Percival had jumped back into his job after being cured at Christmas. It hadn't been very long at all, and it was quite the brave move to run back to the thing that had burned you so badly. Some people Tristan had spoken to about it had claimed that Percival was silly for not taking some time off to recuperate and get his head straight again, but Tristan had defended him. His brother loved his work, and it was commendable that he hadn't let the horrendous curse he'd been hit with terrify him from being a cursebreaker. Most would have quit their job and gone to work in the post office or some other mind numbing position that was horribly safe. Not Val. Here he was talking about translating texts as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning. Tristan picked up one of the two menus off of the table and waved it at Val. "Sunday roast with all the trimmings?" he asked, already knowing what he wanted to order without having to look through what else was on offer. He'd been looking forward to a roast dinner all morning, and he'd have extra potatoes if he could charm the waitress into it.
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”I faced death, I was death, I beat death The old gods are dead, the stars are burning, all in the name of greatness.
He couldn’t help but give a smile to hear this brother would have waited longer for him despite him already being him late. It somewhat helped put some of Percival’s nervous feelings at ease knowing his brother would have waited plus the warm and welcoming smile Tristan gave back to him also helped. Taking a seat, he scooted his chair in a little and gave a nervous kind of laughter when his brother asked him about translating books again. It was true Percival had barely waited after being supposedly cured before he ventured off to Germany for weeks. He hated spending the couple weeks being cooped up at home after being cured, it had sent him stir crazy. While others would have ditched his job after such a terrible event happening, it only made Percival double down even more on his job and obsession of finding Merlin’s grave. The danger didn’t scare him if anything it motivated him as he saw he survived such a powerful dark curse, that nothing truly scared him now except that curse of course. ”I was in Ireland couple weeks ago and was able to discover a book that might have some insight on Merlin’s grave…the translation has been rough” said Percival half lying to his older brother.
He, in fact, had discovered such a book in Ireland but, it was just not the one he was currently trying to translate. The after-effects of the curse had borne another obsession of Percival’s and that was the origin of the curse itself, the book he was trying to translate was a possession that was in the tomb that bore such a curse. Percival was already nervous about meeting with Tristan and telling him was translating a book about the curse he was under, would just make him even more nervous. He honestly had no idea how Tristan or any of their other siblings would react to such news as that. Either way, Percival couldn’t help it was he naturally curious and wanted answers to his recurring nightmare. His thoughts about the book and assuming Tristan’s reaction were interrupted when his brother spoke about a Sunday roast dinner while picking up a menu. He quickly bore a grin on his face as he had been wanting the same meal as well. ”Haven’t gone and learned Legilimency on me, have you? I’ve been craving that since last night” said Percival giving a chuckle as spotted a waitress coming by to take their order. Turning to the waitress Percival gave his order and ordering a Firewhiskey, and then looked over at Tristan ”Have a drink with your little brother?” asked Percival giving off a fake puppy dog look. A little bit of liquor always eased the nerves in his mind.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Apr 5, 2018 15:45:41 GMT
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Tristan listened proudly to his little brother talk about his lifelong quest to find Merlin's grave. He admired the ambition Val had for it, the fact that even after all this time he never gave up. Tristan didn't have that kind of staying power. He liked to learn and explore and adventure, but after a while, it all got a bit old, and he needed something new to ignite the spark in him again. His years teaching in Europe had been incredibly fun and enriching, but his new role at Hogwarts had proved to be an invigorating change for him, and just what he needed, even though he hadn't realised he needed it yet. Change was good, but he did so admire sticking power like Percival's. "I can tell it's been rough," he grinned, blue eyes scrutinizing his brother's face. "You look like you need a good rest." Possibly because of this new book, but likely because he had thrown himself back into work too soon after his stint in the hospital. It had clearly taken it's toll on him, though Val didn't seem to notice. Tristan noticed, but he wouldn't push. He could comment though, a did often. "Have you managed to figure out any of it's secrets yet?" Or was this sleeplessness for nothing?
"Maybe that's my next project," he laughed at Val's joke about Legilimency. It would be a fun ride to learn the art, and definitely stimulating enough, that was for sure. He wasn't sure he would want to know everything another person was thinking about though, especially if those thoughts were about him. If there was anything Percival's curse had taught him, it was that sometimes you were best not knowing what people really thought or felt about you. Honesty was golden, it really was, but sometimes ignorance was bliss. He eyed Val with a smirk as his brother asked him to have a drink with him over lunch. Of course Tristan wouldn't refuse. This was meant to be a fun few hours for them to reconnect, to get past the awkwardness that had forced itself between them. A drink might hinder that if either of them had too many, but one or two firewhiskeys couldn't harm. "Of course," he nodded to the waitress who hovered, waiting for an answer, and then disappeared into the back. "It'll help that head of yours," he said, "or make it worse." Tristan's grin was warm, happy, the smile of a man at ease. For now.
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”I faced death, I was death, I beat death The old gods are dead, the stars are burning, all in the name of greatness.
He gave a little laugh at his brothers comment as he ran his hands across his face and rubbing his eyes a little bit. Rest was something he needed badly but, he didn’t have the pleasure of time anymore. At least that is how he partly felt, when you come so close to death you tend to see things differently. Patience wasn’t a virtue he had much for before, and after the curse it was all almost gone including his willingness to put things aside and wait a while before venturing off. Now he was going off place after place trying to find anything about the curse and of course Merlin. ”Got no time for rest, time looks much more precious now” remarked Percival about having to get some rest. Had he discovered any of the secrets of the book he was currently translating, barely any but those weren’t secrets he wanted to share with his family. He knew he would have to continue down the Merlin story even if he had to spin a web of half truths and white lies to prevent his older brother from realizing Percival was studying the curse he had been afflicted with last year.
”So far I was able to get that a forest may be the location of Merlin’s wand which may be Merlin’s grave as well…f course the name of said forest isn’t provided cause let’s just tease the Curse-Breaker” he said sarcastically with a little chuckle. He always felt these books he found and clues he found were written as that, never straightforward always made you work for what you wanted to discover. Merlin’s grave had eluded Percival for years now ever since he left school and while others would have given up on such a cause he never did. He might grow depressed with it at certain points and driven to the brink of throwing it all out the window, but somehow, someway he felt he couldn’t. The goal had become an obsession, that slowly became a part of who Percival was today. Willing to takes risks for the discovery of anything to learn new knowledge or discover something that people thought was once lost. He clapped his hands and gave a grin to his brother agreeing to have a drink with him as he watched the waitress disappear in the back. ”I think that curse did more damage than any whiskey could ever do to my head” said Percival with a little dry gallows humor.
The waitress came back and dropped their drinks off telling them the food would be a few more minutes, Percival gave a thank you to her with a bit of flirty smile. He took a sip of the whiskey, bigger than normal. Deciding to break the ice and get to the point, he went for the first strike. ”I assume you want to talk about some things I said while under that curse…I want to as well and, we can be both frank but respectful to each other” said Percival acknowledging the conversation may be blunt at times but they could remain respectful, and above all they were brothers. He took another sip of whiskey as sort of a confidence boost to him.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on May 18, 2018 8:31:09 GMT
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Tristan shook his head, mostly to himself, but he wasn't shy of letting Percival know that he didn't like seeing his baby brother this tired and worn. It was hard to think of what he'd been through and that he'd not taken any time to properly heal. The distraction of work was a good one, it really was, and Val's work would certainly keep anyone's mind occupied to the fullest, but it wasn't the healthiest way of dealing with a trauma like the one Val had had. He allowed the tales of Merlin's Grave without any contest, not wanting to nag his brother. Tristan was a firm believer in freedom, and letting people deal with things the way they wanted He was not a pusher, or a nagger, or someone who would refuse to understand that everyone was different. Val needed this to keep him sane right now, and so Tristan nodded along at the mention of forests and cryptic clues. "It'd be ironic if it was the Forbidden Forest, wouldn't it," he joked with a laugh, thinking that old Merlin's grave being right under their noses at the school would be quite the humorous twist. Highly unlikely, though.
Their drinks arrived and Tristan smirked at the look Val gave the waitress. It appeared he hadn't lost his ability to flirt while under the curse, the poor girl didn't know where to look, and Tristan chuckled to himself. They were a good looking family, the Dearborns, that was no secret, but it was funny to see his brothers in action. Tristan was a flirt himself, but seeing that Dearborn charm being worked on others from a distance was amusing. And it really did work! His amusement was cut short when Val decided to jump right in to the juicy stuff and brought up the elephant in the room without much warning. Tristan took a gulp of his own drink, clinging on to the glass like it would help him through the conversation. "Right," he nodded. "Look, Val, I know you weren't in your right mind then. I do. It wasn't you that said all of those things." He paused for a second to think of the most tactful way to put it. "I mean, it still hurt, but it wasn't you." He took another long sip of his drink.
"Unless that's how you really feel..." This was the hard part. What if he turned around and told Tristan that he meant every word that had come out of his mouth and that he genuinely felt that way and still did today? Of course the words had come from a place of truth, they were based on real events, they had to be true to some extent, but the nastiness behind them... Tristan held out hope that they didn't come with that amount of hatred behind them. His brother had not been in control of himself, and if he had been and those topics had come to light, it would not have been nearly as painful as the vicious attack that had actually transpired. Tristan's fingers twirled nervously around the rim of his glass as he waited for his brother to say something. To tell him, respectfully, that he did mean it all, and he resented Tristan and always had. It would be a slap, but he'd find a way through it. They were brothers, there had to be a way through this to the other side without either of them feeling uncomfortable around the other. Tristan couldn't imagine a life where he couldn't sit with Val and laugh and talk and be at ease.
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”I faced death, I was death, I beat death The old gods are dead, the stars are burning, all in the name of greatness.
The thought of the Forbidden Forest holding the remains of Merlin’s Grave was not a fun thought. Mainly because Percival would be upset that the grave had been right under his nose in Hogwarts, that entire time. However, he knew that it was very unlikely, more so as impossible. Percival had searched that forest sixth and seventh year, sneaking out as many times as possible and after graduating he searched the other parts further from the school. No clues were ever found to lead that Merlin had been buried there but Percival still looked. Unless Merlin was buried in a completely unmarked grave with no protections, the forest wasn’t his resting place. ”Would be but, I searched the forest already starting back during school. Never found anything related to Merlin” commented Percival simply about exploring the Forbidden Forest. He would fight dragons and the Dark Lord to discover Merlin’s grave.
He took another sip of his drink as his brother started explaining how he knew Percival wasn’t in his right mind at that time, and how it wasn’t him. How right he was. He remembered everything he said to his brother, and that anger he felt for him, the bloodlust desire to kill and spill his own blood. Yet he wasn’t in control when under the curse it was like he was a passenger in his body watching something evil control him, his emotions, speech, thoughts, everything. Most of the stuff had been untrue, like wanting Tristan was dead was completely made up by whatever controlled him while under the curse. He would never want Tristan hurt even if they were super pissed at each other. Sure, they fought like any brothers, but rarely could he think of a time where an argument between them resulted into a physical fight or duel of wands.
Yet he needed to explain to Tristan in some way that some stuff was true. He wished that Tristan would have let him tell their sister about their mom’s death. Instead Tristan told her, and the excuse was because he was out of the country. That was bull to Percival, they lived in a world of magic and being able to apperate. ”That thing said things that were completely false…but some was true…just more amplified under the curse” said Percival as he took a gulp of his drink, needing the liquid courage. How funny it would be if Percival wasn’t going crazy, that both brothers feared having this conversation and how it might go. He took a breath and decided to just shoot the gun and go for it ”I was upset you told Penelope about mom’s death…you should have let me do that. I could have been here in time to tell her” said Percival, his voice a little more firm as he talked about something he strongly believed, but he kept it polite as he could be. Like he said frank, but respectful conversation is what he wanted with his brother.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Jun 3, 2018 12:57:21 GMT
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Val looked as uncomfortable as Tristan felt, though as the eldest of the two, Tristan tried to force himself not to feel anxious, or at least not to show it. One of them needed to stay cool and in control, and it really should be Tristan. He should let his baby brother have his say, get all of this stuff off of his chest once and for all, then they could start with a clean slate. And a lot of alcohol. He took a large gulp of his own drink while Val tried to form the words to say what he wanted to say. It was painful. Tristan's clear blue gaze held fast to Percival's face, though he was desperate to look away for a bit of relief. The anticipation was a nightmare. Waiting for your little brother to say he hated you and had hated you all through your competitive teenage years straight through to adulthood. Hate was probably a strong word for it. Resentment. That was more fitting, but sucked just as much.
And there it was, some mild form of confirmation that it was all based on truth, that he really did feel that way to some extent, especially about their mother's death. Tristan blinked. Chewed on his lip. Took a deep breath. He didn't know what to say to that. Honestly, at times he wasn't the best at thinking things through. Quite a few times in his life had he acted without thinking, followed a whim, gone with his gut without a second thought about anyone or anything else. It didn't usually land him in hot water, but apparently the day he had gone to Lunete to tell her the crushing news that their mum had passed, that had been a blunder. He hadn't even thought at the time whether anyone else would have wanted to tell her. Who would want to give such horrible news to such a young girl? That had been his thinking, and he had just wanted to get it over with so that they could all be on the same grief filled page. If he had bothered to stop for half a minute to consider that Lunete and Percival were so incredibly close and he might have wanted to be there for her, Tristan wouldn't have gone. It was too late to take it back, but hopefully it wasn't too late to make amends for his lack of thought.
"I'm sorry," he said with a shake of his head, opening his hands out on the table as he tried to figure out what to say to show how he felt. "You know me, sometimes I act without thinking. If I'd have thought it would upset you so much, I never would have done it." He was trying so hard to remain tactful and in control. Part of him wanted to say "do you think I enjoyed telling Lunete her mum was dead?" Part of him wanted to exclaim "it's not exactly a job I wanted! What is there to be jealous of?" But he didn't. There was no point arguing over the past, it could ever be changed. If it could, Tristan would sooner change the fact that their mother died at all, rather than the petty detail of who told their sister about it. It was petty, when it came right down to the bone. It was trivial, and unimportant, at least to Tristan, but it clearly meant something to his brother, and if he could make Val feel a little bit more at peace with what had happened, then wasn't that his job as a brother? It was his duty to do that for any of his siblings. To ease their pain if he could. There had always been a competitiveness between the two men that weighed heavy sometimes, Tristan had been competitive in his own quiet way, working hard in the background to make sure he was the best, but he had never had any interest in being in competition with Val. Not really. And it certainly never would extend to competing for the closest bond with Lunete, that was ridiculous. Val owned that title, and he could keep it. Tristan was happy with all of his relationships with his siblings, and as soon as they cleared the air today, he might be happy again with Val, too.
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