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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 24, 2007 14:44:15 GMT
I sit alone in the back of The Leaky Cauldron, where Matt and Claire and the others had been living before now.
Now they weren't living anywhere.
Now they weren't living at all.
Thanks to Logan.
Now I had funeral's to plan, for my brother and my sister and my niece and nephews.
But I was getting no where.
The more I thought about it, the less I knew about them.
The less it seemed it should be me, planning their funerals.
They shouldn't be having funeral's at all.
They should be alive.
I sigh, propping my head up on my hand, glancing at the will in front of me.
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Post by sorachicora on Jul 24, 2007 14:48:05 GMT
"you ok Ian?" I asked comming up to him with a firewiskey in my hand.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 24, 2007 14:50:23 GMT
"Fine." I mutter, folding Matt's will in half to hide it.
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Post by sorachicora on Jul 24, 2007 14:51:37 GMT
"you don't look fine Ian" I said
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 24, 2007 14:53:27 GMT
"Probably because I'm really not." I mutter, pushing my hair back off my forehead, trying to get their voices out of my head.
'Cos you're my shiny little brother, you ass! And that is why I love you.
There's always a home for you with us, man, that's what family is for. Always a home for you.
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Post by sorachicora on Jul 24, 2007 14:55:55 GMT
I glanced at the papers in front of him 'will's?' I thought but didn't say anything about them "want something to drink?" I asked.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 24, 2007 15:06:09 GMT
I hold up my half-empty bottle of firewhiskey, "Already covered."
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Post by sorachicora on Jul 24, 2007 16:55:55 GMT
I gave him a small smile and took a sip of my firewiskey.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 24, 2007 19:24:44 GMT
Without warning everything seems to sink in, with a pained little noise I drop my head to the table in front of me, feeling sick with grief for no apparent reason.
Oh, backing down are you? Being the better man?
It's not hard to be the better man when you're around, Matt.
Oh the pain, the agony...my own brother.
Shut it drama queen.
Come on...you know I'm the better man.
Nuh-huh, no way. It's me.
Admit it, dude, admit it.
"You're the better man." I say quietly into the table.
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Post by sorachicora on Jul 25, 2007 13:56:07 GMT
"Ian?" I asked conserned as he hit's his head on the table. "Ian?" I asked again.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 28, 2007 9:24:35 GMT
"Sorry." I mumble into the wood.
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Post by sorachicora on Aug 25, 2007 2:30:06 GMT
"for what? your head on the table?" I asked "you almost gave me a heart attack" I said smiling slightly
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 26, 2007 11:49:52 GMT
"Yeah, that. I'm just in a pissy mood."
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Post by sorachicora on Aug 26, 2007 12:54:32 GMT
"do you want to talk about it?" I asked
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 26, 2007 12:59:17 GMT
"What's to talk about? My brother and sister just got murdered, well fuck me, not a lot I can do about that, really."
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Post by sorachicora on Aug 26, 2007 13:06:00 GMT
I looked down at the table not saying anything.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 27, 2007 14:08:07 GMT
"Sorry," I mutter.
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Post by sorachicora on Aug 27, 2007 21:23:24 GMT
"why say sorry?" I asked softly
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