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◎ c h a r l i e ([info]spinnets) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2012-10-17 21:30:00


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Entry tags:charles spinnet, rupert brookstanton

Axe!
Charlie bit back his groan as he watched the extra set of weights magically slide onto his bar. He'd already reached his usual limit, but with the playoffs fast approaching, it was no surprise that his captain was pushing him harder. The training area was empty besides the two of them, for now, and Charlie liked it that way. His other teammates always managed to distract him; at least with Axe he knew he could get seriously clobbered if he lost track of his regiment. As Axe spotted him, because what good was lifting weights when you knew they couldn't crush your chest because of spells, Charlie huffed, face turning red with exertion.

His eyes shut tightly as he lifted the bar off of its ledge and sucked in a deep breath.

"You're---going---to---" he pushed his arms forward, using all of his strength to raise the bar once more, "--kill----me!"

Somehow, he'd managed to lift the bar back up and before another weight could slide onto either end Charlie sat up and pushed himself to the end of the bench. Taking deep breaths, he grabbed for the nearest towel to wipe the sweat off his face. He looked over his shoulder at Axe with winded grin, "Are you looking to break both my arms?



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[info]spinnets
2012-10-18 08:28 pm UTC (link)
Holy mother of goddamn shit.

Charlie was not a man of many thoughts, but he knew that his conscience was being put to a test. Not a very long test, because the answer of what he should do in this precise moment came to him quickly, but the idea that he'd have to choose between Octavius and Axe had never been something he'd thought he'd have to do. Of course there had been parties and things like that, but Charlie dragged Octavius wherever he could and he was getting better at listening to his friend. His friend! His best friend, who'd been stuck up in trees stark naked with him, who lied for him to other prefects and---

----he was the goatfather of his bloody goat for Heaven's sake!

"Well, shit," Charlie said, running a hand over his face. "Shit---shit, shit, shit." He walked away from Axe, around the barbells and the bench. Axe and Rose hooked up at the party that Charlie had thrown for Axe. He hadn't even been expecting Axe to drink, he always liked being the sober one to make fun of the rest of them when they were hung over the next morning. AXE AND ROSE? Merlin, she must've been bloody wasted as well, Charlie knew she wouldn't do that to Octavius, even if they were----sort of broken up and----his mind could not handle this!

They were barely broken up! He couldn't know this and not tell Octavius! But locker room talk was confidential, it was like talking to a nun or something, he couldn't---Charlie puffed his cheeks and turned back to Axe, feeling ready to explode.

"I forgot I had to be somewhere!" he squeaked, shutting his mouth. Charlie realized that this was not going to go well, at all, no matter what he decided. He moved quickly to pack up, "Somewhere---not here!"

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