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

Entry tags:

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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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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