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lucetilogs2007-12-09 08:06 pm
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Albert & Caesar (finished)
Who: Albert (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chikaidestroyer) and Caesar (crappy_actor) Silverberg
What: Caesar finds Albert after he returns from being kidnapped; hijinks ensue.
When: After Malnosso return Albert to the village.
Where: By the river.
Summary: Caesar is desperate, Albert is grumpy and full of ow.
Rating: PG?
The door made a loud crack as Caesar threw it open, hard enough that it beat against the building's frail siding, leaving a dent. He paid it no notice, intent as he was on racing to the river -- Albert, Albert's okay, he's down there, I'll find him he's okay--
He stumbled and fell to one knee, and was up and covering ground again just as fast. He ran like he was possessed; fueled by fear that maybe something irreparable had happened to Albert, and guilt that maybe Albert was right, and his kidnapping was simple retaliation -- an attempt to keep Caesar's plans silent -- and guilt that he'd not been able to do anything as Albert had been taken, had not tried to find him.
His lungs burned as he continued on to the far end of the village, occasionally careening around wandering strangers as he headed for the river. Some of them called out to him, or asked why he was running, but he didn't stop to answer anyone. On the other hand, he hoped they wouldn't follow -- he knew Albert would not appreciate spectators. No matter how hurt he was, he always had his pride.
Caesar closed in on the river a few minutes later. He paused, and looked around for the unique splash of color that was Albert's hair, but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary at all.
The idea that he'd found the wrong place struck him like a blow. Still, he had to try. Out of options, he cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted his brother's name.
"Albert!"
chikaidestroyer) and Caesar (crappy_actor) SilverbergWhat: Caesar finds Albert after he returns from being kidnapped; hijinks ensue.
When: After Malnosso return Albert to the village.
Where: By the river.
Summary: Caesar is desperate, Albert is grumpy and full of ow.
Rating: PG?
The door made a loud crack as Caesar threw it open, hard enough that it beat against the building's frail siding, leaving a dent. He paid it no notice, intent as he was on racing to the river -- Albert, Albert's okay, he's down there, I'll find him he's okay--
He stumbled and fell to one knee, and was up and covering ground again just as fast. He ran like he was possessed; fueled by fear that maybe something irreparable had happened to Albert, and guilt that maybe Albert was right, and his kidnapping was simple retaliation -- an attempt to keep Caesar's plans silent -- and guilt that he'd not been able to do anything as Albert had been taken, had not tried to find him.
His lungs burned as he continued on to the far end of the village, occasionally careening around wandering strangers as he headed for the river. Some of them called out to him, or asked why he was running, but he didn't stop to answer anyone. On the other hand, he hoped they wouldn't follow -- he knew Albert would not appreciate spectators. No matter how hurt he was, he always had his pride.
Caesar closed in on the river a few minutes later. He paused, and looked around for the unique splash of color that was Albert's hair, but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary at all.
The idea that he'd found the wrong place struck him like a blow. Still, he had to try. Out of options, he cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted his brother's name.
"Albert!"
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He eased himself back to rest on one side, pulling a blanket up to cover his shoulders. It would be easier to sleep now, he reasoned, and this nightmare could begin to fade away. Not that he was optimistic to think he would actually forget the entire experience.
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"Hey," he said softly, moving across the room to stand beside the bed. "It's starting to snow."
He didn't really expect an answer. He simply stood there, arms crossed in contemplation, his eyes traveling along the crooked, battered edge of Albert's visible wing, listening to the uneven rasp of his breath.
His throat constricted painfully as he studied the scene, committing it to memory. He wouldn't cry; he was a man grown, now -- but damn it, Albert always made him feel like a little kid again.
He leaned down and tucked the blankets more securely around Albert's thin frame, smoothing them away from his injured wings as best he could. He reached out to touch him, but stopped short, holding his hand out in the cool, empty space before drawing it back.
After a moment he sat back down, resting his head on his arms now crossed over the lip of the mattress.
I've missed you, he thought sadly, unable to speak the words himself.
I've missed you.