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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: 2013-08-31 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.