Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 12, 2007 19:02:00 GMT -5
"So you're . .uh-" Ian followed the train of thought in his own mind; he sat up straight and let everything slide away again, "Got any siblings? I have a brother here in Aeridorn-half-brother; actually. We used to be quite close but nowadays I don't think we want the same things in life. He's got his friends and I've got . . . people . . ." Ian laughed, friend was a touchy word and he didn't like to use it often, too much obligation and it seemed they constantly stabbed you in the back anyhow. "People like Zack and Brandon and Killy . . . not too much when you get down to it but it's company all the same. Tyler's cool enough . . . Sharie when I see her . . ." Ian smiled; he never minded his rambling, it was comfortable. "In short, I think I asked if you had family."
"Loads..." He said slipping his wand back in his pocket. "To many really... oldest of six..." He smiled without realizing it. Despite his apathetic facade he really did love them. "All too young for school, at least this one anyway..." He sort of took pleasure in that, knowing he'd have the place to be away from them. "Its nice to be away from them actually... when I'm home all I do is take care of others... they're kind of a hassle..." He trailed off realizing he was starting to ramble himself. He turned his attention to Ian's other points. "People? Thats... an odd way to look at it..." He smiled at the verbiage. "Well people is better than no people I guess." He walked back to the wall and sat down again. "...Your brother older? Younger?" He asked trying to continue the conversation. "Being older is harder..." He started, "twenty when the rest peak at ten is a bit of a gap... thusly the family nanny was elected..." He realized he was being cold to his family again and stopped himself. "They're fun though..."
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 12, 2007 19:36:12 GMT -5
"Six?" Ian said in astonishment. "That's too many . . . wow. Well I'd imagine it's a break to be here . .. but probably lonely at times as well. You're in Kinrick, though, you must have tons of friends." Ian looked up at the balconies and frowned a little. "Neither one of us is really older or younger; we're only a matter of months apart . . . a complicated family situation and I was raised with the wrong name, if you catch my meaning. Same father, different mother, and I've got her name to bear. Not too bad though . . . she was still pureblood and I suppose it could have been worse . . " he said noncommittally. "Wasn't bad. They loved me and treated me well. I just know I'm not the 'heir' to that household, if you understand that."
Jean nodded, not sure what to say really, Ian's family seemed even less 'normal' than his own. "Well, as long as they love you." He said while trying desperately not to sound corny in it. He clicked his heels against the wall and leaned back, now hanging over the other side. He sort of laughed, and then continued to talk. "I'm the heir to a flat, which will probably fall down before its my turn at ownership." He said trying to be light, in truth he'd probably never see anything of an inheritance. He sighed as he hung off the wall there. His shirt slid up slightly, he didn't notice and continued to hang there, hands now playing with the grass below his head.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 12, 2007 19:57:17 GMT -5
"That they do," Ian agreed, and grinned at the young man. "Not so well off? We've got money but I've been informed that I don't get a cent for ten years after I finish school. Something about learning to make something of myself. I'm guessing I'll end up camping out in one of these caves and writing a crazy-person manifesto on whatever I end up majoring in . . . then emerge ten years later with nothing to show for it but an army of particularly aggressive sand crabs in my employ."
"Sand crabs you say?" He raised his head up a little bit. "Well thats something..." He laughed and went back to playing with the grass. He didn't say anything for a while, silently hanging there. Until that is his foot moved slightly and his balance was compromised. "Ga--" He slid from the low wall onto the ground. Now laying on his back, one food extended upward against the wall, the other bent over it he sighed. "I should've seen that one..." He rubbed his head.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 12, 2007 20:13:12 GMT -5
Ian's body jerked forward lightly as he reacted unthinkingly, almost standing up but hesitating. Instead, he sort of cocked his head and asked, "Are you all right?" He rubbed at his jeans and watched him to make sure. "Yeah, you should've . . ." he added, "seen it. But oh well."
Jean rubbed his head again, and continued to lay there. "Yea... I think... I'll just lay there." He dramatically flopped his arms down in a 'T' and closed his eyes. Laying still in such a manner for quite a while. Internally he was laughing at his own fall, but it did hurt a bit.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 12, 2007 20:30:00 GMT -5
"Right right," Ian agreed, leaning forward and clutching his hands together between his knees. For a moment he let the silence simmer, and finding no cure for it, his tongue decided to fill it without restraint. "So I guess you said last night that you-" He sort of stopped, not feeling quite right in finishing that obvious thought. Which they had both avoided talking about.
Jean didn't open his eyes. "That I?" He asked, as if expecting Ian to finish his own sentance. He wasn't going to finish it for him. He didn't see the need in babying people into the thing. He found it amusing the way people hopped around the topic. He did have a slight fear of Ian's actions following the realization, but if he knew since that argument before... then he wouldn't do anything now. At least thats what Jean hoped.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 12, 2007 20:59:11 GMT -5
"You're like Orychle? You don't like girls. Or so you implied, I think." Ian kept that look of curiousity on his face; it shouldn't have been a wierd topic and had it come up on the beach during that day or something he wouldn't have hesitated with it. Right now it was still an unwieldy thought, and he wasn't going to think about why. There's no why to think about-what? Stop it! He chewed on his lip and sighed loudly, rubbing his knees.
Jean started to laugh softly and opened his eyes. Upon seeing his demeanor he stopped laughing and smiled. "Yea- thats me. Hey calm down its not a big deal." He bent in an odd fashion and ended up sitting upright. He smiled again. "We've all got something, y'know?" He said standing. He smiled as he took his wand from his back pocket and tapped his jeans muttering a spell as the dirt left them. "Really, its not anything..." He slipped his wand away and looked back at him.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 12, 2007 21:33:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, that's you . . . " Ian repeated, nodding. "You . . . and Orychle . . . and sometimes Brandon . . . and you all seem cool. Well, not so much Brandon," he said with a cold smile. "Remind me to-never mind, I'll remember next time I see him. If he thinks I'm so like my brother . . ." Ian remembered his brother had not been entirely nice to Brandon and laughed again. "We'll just see where exactly I resemble him. But-" he sighed. "It doesn't make sense, does it? Brandon's theory? I mean, I do love Killy . . . that's true. I know that. I feel that. How could-" He shook his head again and stared at the little white weeds flowering in the grass.
Jean looked at him. "Its not my place to tell you. S'kinda a personal thing." He said making a gesture to Ian. "And don't buy into that s.hit Brandon's been pushing about 'the trained eye'. I can assure you Brandon hasn't seen enough men to have an idea of what hes talking about." He smiled and laughed a little, hoping he was helping in some way.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 12, 2007 22:05:25 GMT -5
"No I wasn't asking if I were-I'm not-" he looked shocked again. "No I was just proving my point . . ." Ian swallowed, keeping his eyes on the little white flowers. "Offering evidence. That's all. Really I'm not thinking about this . . . I don't know why I overreacted like I did; probably more to Brandon being where he shouldn't have been-in my thoughts-and all as part of some plan. Conniving Kinricks just come across as complete jerks." Ian looked up again. "Can't be held responsible for what I did under the influence of his lovely pills."