Who: Seth and Michal
What: Seth's past can't stay in the past
Why: Because its Seth's past
Where: Seth's House
When: Now
Status: Finishing in comments cause NZ girl is lame.




“SETH!”

Michal would bang on this door until his hands turned into two bloody stumps.

“SETH!”

His face turning blue wasn’t about to stop him from continued to shout, either.

“SETH!”

His sister.... and Seth! Just the thought---! It made Michal think red, see red, burn red, and not much else. How he had properly apparated here, that wasn’t quite as clear, but he did remember very quietly sneaking out of his own house after Liddie had not to smartly nor not so subtly dropped nothing short of a heavy implication that she and Seth had--- she and Seth had--- Michal pounded louder on the door.

“You!” Michal rasped as the door swung open. He seized at Seth’s general form, then without thinking much else of it, pulled his arm back to swing his balled fist at Seth’s face. It was not by pure coincidence, it should be noted, that Michal’s aim flew straight for his best friend’s ’perfectly delectable lips’.

The very last thing Seth was expecting when he opened the door to his screaming best friend was to have to dodge fists flying at his face. Lucky for him he’s had many years practice dodging, bludgers, fists, random objects. You name it.

Although he may have deftly avoided the first punch, Seth severely misjudged the amount of time before Michal would try again and nearly ended up on the floor. “Hey! HEY! Stop it!” He said rubbing his chin while swiftly kicking Michal in the shin, because punching someone with a wounded brain was not something you did to friends.

“What the fuck, man?” Seth demanded putting some space between the two of them. This was not the rage of someone being bitchy because he made him go to rehab like he was suppose to. “Is this how we are saying hello now?”

Michal stumbled forward, and felt his head swim from the sudden disbalance. His brain already felt like it was blundering through a thick fog, but with some actual (confirmable only by him when deemed necessary) loose bolts rolling around in his thick skull, he felt right off kilter.

Or maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was perfectly fine, acting perfectly normal as any sane wizard would upon finding out that your best friend of over a decade had---

“You---- and Liddie?” he hissed, legs buckling from Seth’s swift kick. Michal decided to ignore whatever words were coming out of Seth’s mouth, as he was sure no explanation could excuse---

“My sister--- my sister---” Michal charged Seth again, grappling for a tight hold of his front. He would make Seth look at him when he beat the brains out of him, hold onto the scruff of his neck to make sure he couldn’t duck away this time. No, Seth had crossed a line. Seth had lied to him. Seth, with his womanizing hands that usually didn’t much bother Michal very much bothered him now, because it wasn’t lending to a great story to laugh about, but this time his baby sister.

“My sister Seth---!” He gripped Seth’s collar tightly with one fist, snapping back the other for a satisfying smack against those irritatingly high cheekbones.

Seth blinked as Michal raged about him and Liddie. What about it, it certainly wasn’t the first time they had joined forces to bully Michal into doing something that was for his own good. Them making sure he did his rehab was no different.

It wasn’t until Michal had Seth in a position where he couldn’t avoid the oncoming hit that it clicked. Oh. Him and Liddie. The sudden memories of that failed relationship came back so fast it felt like a slap to the face. Or, that was just Michal just hitting him again. It wasn’t like he forgot, but he just hadn’t thought of that in years. That was before Leanne. Seth hardly remembered anything from before she showed up on his doorstep.

After a moment, Seth regained his ability to think and more importantly, move. Wriggling out of his friends grasp he put a hand on his chest to hold Michal back from attacking again. “Michal-- Michal. That was years ago.” He pleaded holding up his other hand in ‘I surrender’ fashion. “Before Leanne, before Savannah. That was almost even before playing for United. We thought it was best not to tell you then we broke up and then it never came up. I’m sorry, but it was ages ago, okay?”

Michal had been relatively satisfied with the cracking noise his fist made against Seth’s face (it had been a good punch, his knuckles were beginning to throb)... until his anger began to wane and he opened his ears to Seth’s words.

He really wished he hadn’t done that. He should have stayed angry, rode his blind rage to a blissful place. But no, instead, paying attention made it worse. Hearing Seth explain… Michal blanched, his grip still tight on Seth despite the rest of his body loosening in those few moments.

Broke up? As in… dated? They had dated? Liddie had made it seem like---

He didn’t know which was worse! Your best friend hooking up with your sister or your best friend dating your sister. Was one better than the other? Right now, Michal couldn’t decide. What he could discern, however, was that his anger was quickly returning with a new wind.

They had somehow ended up on the floor, how Michal couldn’t remember. But nonetheless Michal and Seth were clutching each other’s fronts tightly, with Michal rather uncomfortably sitting on top of Seth with one of his knees digging into Seth’s stomach. Snapping back to life, Michal’s other hand moved to grip Seth’s collar.

“You dated?!” He shook Seth as he spoke, watching his friend’s head bobble on his shoulders below him. “When the fuck did you manage to date my sister?!” Michal continued to shake Seth, almost out of compulsion now. “How--- what--- what are you even--- how could you---”

A loud oomph escaped Seth’s lips as they toppled to the floor. They were definitely too old for this nonsense. Obviously Liddie hadn’t let that particular detail slip. Why she said anything at all was beyond him. He was going to have to have words with her for letting Michal think she was one the conquests of his early twenties when the certainly was not the case.

Tired of letting Michal shake him about in a senseless rage, Seth used all his strength to push his friend off of him before he ended up with a concussion of his own. “You are so very lucky Leanne is not here right now.” He said seriously sitting up, wiping the blood that was dripping from his busted lip. He stared at Michal for a moment, making sure that he was going to stay seated on the ground where he landed before he continued on with his explanation.

That he didn’t even have. How did you even explain something that had happened almost a decade ago, in a time of your life when you didn’t give a damn about the potential consequences. “You were in Ballycastle. I had just become a starter for United. I was twenty, Michal.” Seth shrugged his shoulders at a loss of how he could make this any better. It was a dumb thing to do, even if it was the one of most mature relationship he had ever had. Considering all the sleeping around that followed their break up, Seth was certain Michal wasn’t going to believe anything he said.

“Liddie had always followed me around, and then she just started coming to my games. And showing up at the after parties. I don’t know. It just happened. It wasn’t a trashy hook up or a quick fling. I treated her better than I treated any of my girlfriends. Right up until she wanted to tell you and the rest of your family. I said it was a bad idea, I wasn’t ready and refused, she said it was over. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Michal’s nostrils flared as he felt his face screw up tight.

Oh, well, excuse him, Seth treated Liddie better than any of his other girlfriends. What a bloody relief! At least his sister had received the best from Seth Wadcock! What more could Michal ask from his best friend? Was his ex-wife included in that long list of well

“I want you to say you didn’t hide dating my seventeen-year old sister from me for almost ten years!” he responded hotly. His fists balled again, and Michal pushed them to the floor. This was just--- disgusted, and still propped up on the floor, he jerked one of his splayed legs to knock a nearby table with his foot, and watched as something on top fell to the ground. A vase? What good did that do? Admittedly, a very small part of him felt fulfilled at the sound of it breaking across the floor.

“Fuck Seth! Of all the bloody---!!” Michal kicked his head back, pressing his eyes closed for a moment to help ease his rising ache in his head.

Seth winced as the vase shattered but said nothing. He couldn’t deny it, and had no excuse. He almost wanted to ask if Michal was really surprised. Out of all the things he pulled, this really couldn’t be worse thing he did. Well, maybe.

“No arguing that I was an incredible arse.” He said after a few moments of silence. “I’m surprised we’ve even made it to here. Last time you punched me that hard, you’d just found out I was sleeping with Larkin.” Which, honestly Seth thought was way worse than dating Michal’s sister. He completely knew he was in love with her, even if Michal wasn’t willing to admit it. Still did it anyways. That was a dick move. Not telling Michal about Liddie was just self preservation. “Except that time you broke my nose.”

His eyes snapped opened and Michal’s head rocked back to stare at Seth fiercely. Since he found out he’d been sleeping with…

Abruptly, Michal scrambled to his feet. He felt deep emotion begin to rise within him, what it was exactly he couldn’t quite… there were so many thoughts coursing through him at that he couldn’t tease through what was fueling from where, or… he had been struggling ever since mungo’s… to… his brow furrowed, and his body seized. A simple realization cleared the fog clouding Michal’s mind, letting anger above all resonate through him. Seth couldn’t let him have anything to himself, not even… even his own sister. Was nothing, did their friendship mean nothing for him to so casually derail him, bring up something so---

Despite having new direction, Michal still felt his thoughts jumble and switch, jumping giant leaps until it felt like he had spent an eternity standing before Seth, glaring at him in preemptive silence. Fucking Merlin he had a horrible twat as a best friend.

Letting misery blend into his fully-formed anger, Michal released the building tension within his back and reached for Seth again like a goblin grabbing the last galleon in the cauldron. His fingers once again curled under Seth’s collar to pull him up slightly, lending for a much cleaner aim for Seth’s jaw. He did not get to refer about Larkin like that, or imply… his sister was not some bump along the path that was their friendship.

“Incredible arse is a compliment compared to what you are,” Michal said in a harsh manner, unclenching his grip on Seth only after the familiar crack of breaking bones filled the air. “You don’t get to talk about what you did like that,” he said coldly. Seth had definitely struck a chord, a personal pain only slightly remedied by Michal seeing that he actually had achieved in breaking Seth’s face this time.