the adventurous nicodemo a. penrose (otets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-02-18 20:13:00

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amery wilkes, grayson wilkes, mackenzie goldstein

Grayson
Who: Grayson Wilkes and Amery Wilkes
What: Brother brawl
Where: Ministry
When: Monday eveningish.

"Yes, thank you, I will check up on that," Amery called over his shoulder, anxious to get away from his direct superior. The one thing he could not stand about fronting as a Ministry official was that he was actually expected to do his job. This was something of a problem, seeing as how Amery detested most work, and could not really even name what it was his department did. Which was why he hated meaning anybody he had to answer to.

Speaking of actual work, Amery needed to get to one of the conference rooms on his floor so he could make sure that his notes and materials were in order for his presentation conference tomorrow. Fishing the key out from his pocket, he smiled and waved benignly at some other official he was supposed to know and suck up to, and slipped inside the conference room.

That was funny. He had told his assistant to bring in the materials that morning... why were they not in there?

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 07:47 am UTC (link)

He hated admitting that there was at least some vein of truth in what Amery said. There was a problem with being fiercely devoted to a point of obsession with ... anything, and this was no exception. It was true that he could hardly think of what might happen if someone in their family were to die. He knew that their mother couldn't last forever, but it rarely occurred to him that the others might be dead before him.

Amery ... well, they both knew what would happen if anyone else found out about his leanings. He shook his head fiercely and gave his brother a harder shove backward, this time simply aiming to push him. He'd already dislodged him. "That's where you're wrong." He might not like to think about what would happen, but ... "People wouldn't dare touch our family, Amery. It does more to protect them than sitting back like passive imbeciles. You treat what we do like a chore, Amery ... but I enjoy It."

He'd seen the way that Amery got when he was torturing muggles - whether he wanted to admit it or not, he enjoyed it too. At least Grayson wasn't in denial about that - it was a big part of his life.

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otets
2008-02-19 07:56 am UTC (link)

He fumbled as he fell backwards, still somewhat in shock. "I know you enjoy it," he said softly, the disgust sounding faraway in his throat as he felt sick for the discrepancies between the things he was saying now and what happened to him when he was anonymous behind the mask.

A man without an identity is a powerful motive to abandon inhibitions. Violence was not a prevailing aspect of Amery's character-- he was much more subdued about his obsession--yes, obsession-- with it. But it was there. It was undeniable.

But it didn't change the fact that nine times out of ten, it was Grayson who was responsible for something, it was Grayson who needed to learn to toe the line, it was Grayson who--

"It doesn't matter whether or not we enjoy it or whether or not it's a chore. I didn't have a choice, Grayson!" he yelled, placing his hands on Grayson's shoulder and shaking. "You had this handed to you on a silver platter and did whatever you pleased with it! I didn't have a choice."

It was different when it was something you were expected to do and something you had no other choice for. Grayson didn't understand that, Grayson didn't understand how precious freewill was.

"You don't understand anything about that choices I make," he whispered, shoving him.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 08:14 am UTC (link)

He brought his hand up to wrench Amery's from his shoulder, digging his fingers into one of the other man's wrists. He wasn't just going to stand here and listen to Amery say that he didn't understand the choices he made when they were in fact rather similar, when it all came down to it... he tightened his fingers around the man's wrist until he knew it would be physically uncomfortable and then brought his other hand up to shove him again by the wound in his collarbone.

"You really think that I had a choice, Amery? I wanted to say yes, but you know just as well as I do that I wouldn't have been able to reject His offer." Neither their family nor the Dark Lord would have allowed it. It would have been just as disgraceful to say no. He licked his lips - they were suddenly dry - and snorted. "It wasn't as if you were a shining star for Him to be proud of, Amery. Our family is always going to be new money and you know mother would do anything to ingrain us in society." He swallowed thickly, but didn't move forward to lunge at his brother again.

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otets
2008-02-19 08:22 am UTC (link)

"You say that, Grayson, but I don't believe for a second that you honestly feel that you and I aren't that different when it comes down to it."

He batted the hands that clutched at him away, almost in vain. Fingers dug into his wound at the neck that made him hiss and cry out in pain.

"I don't care what you say, it is different when you become of age and your future has already been picked out for you. I don't need to be his shining star, or even half so precious to him as his Grayson Wilkes in order to feel that this is a prison statement. Maybe I do enjoy some of its darker qualities. Maybe putting on that mask does give me a high. But I don't attack it with nearly the same ferocity you do."

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 08:31 am UTC (link)

"No," he agreed, albeit reluctantly, "I think we're more alike that you want to admit." Two diverging paths from a similar source, perhaps. He'd embraced the quality in him that made him want to tear into people like menacing darkness and Amery had tried to box that part of himself away and let it out when it was 'appropriate'.

He was perhaps not as ashamed of Amery as he sometimes made people think. Yes, his brother had been all but forced into his position, but ... when it came down to it he didn't shirk off his obligation. That was something, and perhaps that was what stopped him from going farther with this. He kept his hand on Amery's shoulder.

Most of the anger had drained out of him by now and he was left with only a mild irritation and a knowledge that Amery would probably need a mediwizard. "You would say that like it's my fault, wouldn't you? I've got news for you: it isn't." Not really.

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otets
2008-02-20 02:38 am UTC (link)

Amery had stepped back from his brother, still dazed. Words were being spoken by Grayson, but they were mostly going over his head. It registered that there was something about his tone or his meaning that should have made Amery angry, but he was too faraway to give it much thought.

His focus, instead, was the blade in his brother's limp grip. A shiny blade. A blade easily within his reach.

Before Amery himself even had time to realize what he was doing, he grabbed the blade and brought it whistling down from Grayson's shoulder to his rib in one fluid motion, throwing it into a corner with a clatter.

Panting and doubled up with pain and effort, he wiped the sweat and blood from the corner of his mouth and groaned.

"There," he spat. "We're even."

And then staggered into the wall, clutching at the open wound.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-20 02:47 am UTC (link)

Grayson hadn't been expecting that burst of anger from Amery ... but he wasn't altogether surprised by it no matter how much it irritated him. The sharp pain cut through him and he shuddered, letting out a rasping groan of his own.

"Right," he managed to mutter, pulling himself into one of the conference chairs, "Even. You realize we're going to have to," Okay, he was bleeding a little more than he'd originally thought, "get a mediwizard in here." Because they certainly weren't going to stumble into St. Mungo's like this. That would draw far too much attention to their family and to the fact that they had literally cut each other up.

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