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fuck_itIt feels like a long fuckin' time ago that Chris walked out of his hut on an island a long way away and found his brother's grave stone. He reckons it's still there, because unlike the stuff he had on him and Anwar the toad, it never turned up with him. At least, so far as he can tell. It's a big city and he still hasn't managed to see all of it.
It bothered him at first, that reminder of Peter still being stuck there while he'd moved on, but there's really fuck all that Chris can do about it anyway, so he mostly tries not to think about it. And he's been doing a pretty good job of that, at least until he cuts through the graveyard behind one of the churches on his way home and happens to look down at the right moment.
Or maybe it's the wrong moment, because he would've just kept on going if he hadn't seen the name on the stone there, the one he thought he left back on the island, or back in Bristol.
Peter Miles
Brother, Son and Angel
Where he goes, Peter goes too, it seems.
At least they're in the same place again, that is, if it's everything and not just the stone there. Chris never found out for sure on the island and he doesn't think he wants to know here either. He makes a note of the church he's walked behind and is about to go on his way— he'll be back to visit, he always comes back to visit— except the marker just next to Peter's catches his attention. It's just a wooden cross, nothing as fancy as what Peter's got, or as the ones with the giant statues of angels and all. But Chris's own name is engraved on the wood there: Christopher Miles in neat letters.
He doesn't know how long he just stares at it, but it's long enough that he loses track of time, that he forgets for a bit that he was headed home in the first place. Is he down there? Buried underneath the dirt, would he find himself if he dug into the dirt? It's fucked to think about and Chris doesn't want to know.
But there they are, both the Miles boys, just like they're 'sposed to be, Chris thinks. At least there's something dead set on keeping bits of his family together.
[Open to people who know Chris, set in August.]
It bothered him at first, that reminder of Peter still being stuck there while he'd moved on, but there's really fuck all that Chris can do about it anyway, so he mostly tries not to think about it. And he's been doing a pretty good job of that, at least until he cuts through the graveyard behind one of the churches on his way home and happens to look down at the right moment.
Or maybe it's the wrong moment, because he would've just kept on going if he hadn't seen the name on the stone there, the one he thought he left back on the island, or back in Bristol.
Peter Miles
Brother, Son and Angel
Where he goes, Peter goes too, it seems.
At least they're in the same place again, that is, if it's everything and not just the stone there. Chris never found out for sure on the island and he doesn't think he wants to know here either. He makes a note of the church he's walked behind and is about to go on his way— he'll be back to visit, he always comes back to visit— except the marker just next to Peter's catches his attention. It's just a wooden cross, nothing as fancy as what Peter's got, or as the ones with the giant statues of angels and all. But Chris's own name is engraved on the wood there: Christopher Miles in neat letters.
He doesn't know how long he just stares at it, but it's long enough that he loses track of time, that he forgets for a bit that he was headed home in the first place. Is he down there? Buried underneath the dirt, would he find himself if he dug into the dirt? It's fucked to think about and Chris doesn't want to know.
But there they are, both the Miles boys, just like they're 'sposed to be, Chris thinks. At least there's something dead set on keeping bits of his family together.
[Open to people who know Chris, set in August.]
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Date: 2013-08-15 08:00 am (UTC)It's all going to be fucked now, he knows. Just as soon as she sees the name there. Both names, really.
"Hey," Chris says, though it's not exactly an answer. He's not really sure he's got one.
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Date: 2013-08-19 11:25 pm (UTC)She felt her chest tighten and tears come to her eyes. This felt like Kon all over again only a thousand times worse because at least he'd come back. Chris's world was different from hers - he wasn't going to come back.
She bit her lip and hugged him tightly, burying her face into his shoulder. She knew she had to talk to him about all of things but all she could do right now was cling.
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Date: 2013-08-20 01:34 am (UTC)"It's alright, it's cool," he says, clinging to her in turn, trying to sound more convinced than he is that what he's saying's true, "I'm not going anywhere, yeah?"
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Date: 2013-08-20 11:35 pm (UTC)On some level she knew that he couldn't really say that for sure - neither of them could, really. Darrow was weird and unpredictable enough to send them back home or on somewhere else. It might not be likely (she hoped, anyway) but it was still a possibility.
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Date: 2013-08-22 06:34 am (UTC)"Me neither," Chris says, and he reaches down to grab Cissie's hand, lacing her fingers with his. Even if he didn't think this was it for him and that he can't be sure he'll end up another place like this, what he's said would be true.
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Date: 2013-08-25 07:27 pm (UTC)And right now, there was a cross that demanded attention. It was one thing if he'd known about it before... and another if he was just finding out now.
"Are you... okay? I mean, you know. With this."
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Date: 2013-08-28 06:23 am (UTC)Maybe it's like Cassie said once, that you're not supposed to ever lie to the people you care about, but he reckons it's already too much that Cissie knows about all this now. He doesn't want her or anyone else worrying over it when there's fuck all that any of them can to do change it anyway. He's known for a while now, since that first day on the island, how fucked it is and he's able to manage.
"D'you want to get out of here, though?" he asks, because he definitely does. He knows it's here now, but that doesn't mean he wants to stare at it all day.
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Date: 2013-08-31 05:03 pm (UTC)She hesitated for a moment then leaned forward and kissed him softly. Whatever happened, at least - at least they'd have this.
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Date: 2013-09-08 07:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-09-12 11:22 pm (UTC)She smiled at him a little dazedly once the kiss ended. "Hi. That was - wow."
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Date: 2013-09-12 11:54 pm (UTC)He really hopes she doesn't think it was weird.
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Date: 2013-09-15 07:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-09-21 04:23 pm (UTC)At least until Cissie decides it's not really worth it, being friends or something else with someone who might just die anyway.
Not that Chris knows whether or not he is-- he's not seen a proper doctor or anything-- but he guesses that he's probably alright.
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Date: 2013-09-21 09:55 pm (UTC)But really, they should probably get out of this graveyard mostly because if there was going to be more kissing (and she hoped there would be), it would be good to do it in a place that was not here. "You want to go get something to eat?"
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Date: 2013-09-22 07:02 pm (UTC)"Could definitely do with some chips, yeah?"
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Date: 2013-09-26 11:49 pm (UTC)Never in a million years did she think she'd be dating anyone anytime soon and yet here Chris was. This was - this was good.