Mary MacDonald-DuBois (eieio) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-01-30 22:31:00

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Who: Mary and Gabriel
What: I'ma get get get get you drunk...
Where: Mary's flat
When: Saturday night, lateish

Mary was sleepy...and hungry. Actually, probably more hungry than sleepy. Which was why she was currently baking a batch of brownies because she was craving cake and chocolate and fudge and it was the only thing that could really satisfy all three of those at once without really accomplishing anything. She pouted a bit to herself as she scraped the mixing bowl, letting the last bit of the batter plop into the baking pan. God, these better taste good otherwise she'd be very upset at how long she would be waiting for them to bake fully.

It was shaping up to be a pretty uneventful evening, that was, until she heard the familiar sound of someone arriving in her fireplace. Strange...she hadn't been expecting anyone and--she felt this sudden fear boil up in her as she heard things hitting the floor in the living room and she was panicking and no. Call it her maternal instinct, but if this was someone coming because she was a muggleborn and vocal about things and--she grabbed the cast iron skillet from the stove top, holding its handle with both hands as she made her way around the corner. Ugh, where was Gabriel when she needed him around?!

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coverstory
2009-01-31 05:09 pm UTC (link)

He would like to make it known, before he made a complete and total ass of himself, that Gabriel Corner rarely, ever had too much too drink. There were times with your friends that simply couldn't be helped, but those occasions never left the comfort of your flat or parlor. It was fine, not in access, and not in public or in front of people that you wanted to have a high opinion of you.

Apparently, tonight, Gabriel was far beyond the comprehension of keeping those rules in line, and had found himself drowning his miserable sorrows in his liquor cabinet. He should really not listen to Octavia as often as he did, and he hadn't, the first night, but---they'd completely ignored his birthday. Everyone in his family, even his sister had not sent him a card, a note, a bloody thought that they'd remembered him.

It was not as if Gabriel craved a large celebration out of the day, he could go through his birthday without seeing a whip of frosting and be completely fine, but there had never been a time in his twenty-two years on the planet, that his family had refused to acknowledge him. His mother actually insisted on sending him baked goods, every year (at Hogwarts, where it was thoroughly embarrassing to be receiving sweets from your mother) to remind him that she loved him---

---he had really needed a drink tonight.

"Mary," Gabriel called out, stamping his feet into place to try and gain some balance. His arms were out to the side, as if walking on a tightrope made out of wooden floor. He stared at the ground, wondering if there was a reason the panels seemed to be shifting back and forth. "Mary MacDonald!"

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eieio
2009-01-31 05:33 pm UTC (link)

She felt the skillet go heavy in her hands at the sound of his voice. What on earth was Gabriel doing over so late? She gently placed the skillet on the floor before making her way around the corner of the kitchen and into the living room. "Gabriel! What on earth..."

The sight of Gabriel Corner trying to keep things together was rather amusing, she had to admit, albeit a bit unexpected. He was swaying ever so slightly and looked like that trip through the floo wasn't exactly the best idea for him at that moment. She walked over to where he was, placing herself under one of his arms so she could help him to the sofa or what have you. "You're lucky you said something. I was about ten paces from taking a bloody skillet to your head." Oh, he reeked of alcohol. The smell wasn't horrible but--certainly not something she wanted to smell at that moment.

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coverstory
2009-01-31 05:59 pm UTC (link)

"You are a witch, Mary MacDonald," Gabriel let out loudly, not allowing her to drag him over, but instead he pulled away from her, putting his hands on her shoulder to look her in the eye. She was definitely a witch, he could tell. Gabriel's face twisted in extreme concentration, trying to etch every detail of Mary into his head. Yes, yes--she was certainly a witch, that he was absolutely sure of, "You have a wand to blow people up."

This was just logical. Gabriel would never have thought to hit someone with a blunt object, and he had played quidditch. He was rather good at it too, except he hurt himself sixth year so didn't get as much playing time as he would've liked, so that the scouts didn't get to see him and he could be on the cup winning team but no.

"Use your head, Mary---use your wand."

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eieio
2009-01-31 06:08 pm UTC (link)

She hadn't even thought of her wand--that was--that was utterly foolish of her. "I--I didn't think of...using it," she said softly, trying to figure out Gabriel at that instant. She had never ever seen him drink, let alone the results of him drinking too much. It had just felt natural to grab the closest heavy thing to her--her adrenaline had kicked in and she went into autopilot or something.

"Well, would you have rather had a massive headache from a skillet to the head or being completely blown up from my wand?" She didn't want to think of either scenario, but greatly preferred the former if it was Gabriel on the receiving end of the stick. It was a completely moot retort given that she had no idea it was Gabriel in the other room, but the thought of doing something with her wand that injured him hurt much worse than the thought of accidentally knocking him upside the head with kitchen supplies.

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coverstory
2009-01-31 06:17 pm UTC (link)

Gabriel blanched slightly. She didn't think of using it? She didn't think of--she was a witch! She was a witch just like the rest of the girls at Hogwarts, she was a witch just like his sister, just like his mother, just like Octavia---Mary was a bloody witch, for God's sake, and she didn't think of using her wand? This was--this didn't make any sense to Gabriel, and he completely missed her question as he pulled away, hands going up in the air. This was not what their situation called for, not at all.

"You need to think like a witch, Mary!" Gabriel exclaimed, clamping a hand on his forehead. He looked honestly and severely concerned by this, that she didn't use her wand--did she not think she was a witch? Was she questioning her abilities? Did she even care? "You must, because if you don't, then no one else will, and then I can never fix this!"

Gabriel shook his head, wandering away from her slightly, but only because his mind couldn't control his feet. He began to mumble, shaking his head, "I need to fix it, I have to fix this--"

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eieio
2009-01-31 06:27 pm UTC (link)

Mary's eyebrows furrowed at this, trying very hard to figure out exactly what he was going on about. She was a witch, clear as day, but why would that stop anyone else from thinking otherwise? Just because she didn't go right for her wand, or--or because she had grown up with a mother who oftentimes had to keep the house safe while her father was out in the fields and that grabbing the frying pan was exactly what she would have done in that situation--this...this entire conversation made absolutely no sense to Mary at that moment.

"Gabriel...what do you mean, you need to fix--" she let out a small sigh. "What needs to be fixed?" She kept a careful eye on him, ready to help him steady himself should his feet go faster than he could manage and need assistance so he didn't tumble to the ground.

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coverstory
2009-01-31 09:18 pm UTC (link)

"This!" he said, or slurred, or--whatever it was that was coming out of his mouth. Gabriel turned quickly and stumbled sideways into one of her chairs, but quickly up righted it and gripped onto its back. He stared at Mary, feeling his face heat up and as his mind began to whirl. Or--move as fast as the alcohol was allowing it to, which wasn't very fast, because if it was at its regular speed, he would know that he hadn't wanted to mention that there was anything wrong in the first place.

"You! I have to fix---this, I---it's broken, things are---" Gabriel's face contorted into one of anguish, his hidden pain easily surfacing with the liquid aid. He put a hand to his neck, shaking his head as tears stung his eyes. No, no, things would get better, he could fix this, he could, he could make everything better and everything would be fine---"I'm the only one that can---Mary, I can't--I have to, but--I--"

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eieio
2009-01-31 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Biting her lower lip, she took a step closer to him. She placed a hand on his cheek, trying to move it just enough so she could get him to focus more easily. "Gabriel, I don't understand what you're trying to say," she said softly. She was starting to feel anxious over this; she hated not knowing what was going on, she hated that he wasn't making a lick of sense at all. He was supposed to be the sensible one, the steady one that kept everything in line.

This--urgh. She could feel the baby moving around now, a usual late night occurrence. But she didn't want to focus on two things at once and--she let out a huff. "What happened? What do you need to fix?" She just needed him to focus for a minute or two so they could sort out whatever was going on.

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coverstory
2009-02-01 06:43 pm UTC (link)

His breath continued to hitch as she grew near, and some ridiculous voice in his head told him that he wasn't allowed to look at her. There were too many things that had gone wrong because he looked at her. He had always been looking at Mary, he'd always thought about Mary, and the only reason he'd ever been bold enough to make a move was because she was already lying in his bed.

"I--" He couldn't tell her, he could barely understand it himself. He should be furious that his family wasn't willing to acknowledge his son, because of his lineage, but at the same time he was completely devastated by the fact. Gabriel couldn't understand it, he absolutely had no idea how to describe it, just that---

He couldn't decide, he couldn't decide if Mary had ruined his life or saved it.

In something of a panic, Gabriel's hands rose quickly to grab onto the side of her face, and he kissed her hard--almost as if to reassure himself that he was going to be able to survive this entire situation. He didn't know where they were going, all he knew was that he was going to have a son and be there for his son no matter--what. And he'd fight with his family until they understood that, but--

Gabriel pulled away quickly, realizing he hadn't kissed her since the morning they conceived their child. He didn't know what to do, now especially, and he dropped down into the chair behind him, just barely making it and not tumbling to the floor. He needed a nap, he needed to sleep, he needed to wake up and not find anything wrong with his life at all.

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eieio
2009-02-01 07:59 pm UTC (link)

Mary sharply breathed in through her nose at the feel of his lips pressing against hers, a slight jolt of shock going through her system. It had been--months now since the last time they'd done anything like this and he was drunk and it just--she couldn't find where exactly to file this moment in her brain.

As he pulled away and sunk to the chair, Mary let out a shaky breath. A hand subconsciously went to her stomach as she looked down at Gabriel, feeling the gentlest of nudges from their son. She had no idea what it was, but something had happened. It had to have, for him to be acting like this. There had been such a solid disconnection between them through the past few months that this sudden--whatever. It had to mean that something was up, didn't it? Was she allowed to continue to ask him, or would that be considered overkill?

She sat herself down in an adjacent chair, peering silently at him as she began to bite her nails. It was a horrible habit that she had been trying to break herself of for years, but any time she needed to figure things out or just think, in went her fingers and poof! No more nails. Yup, Mary MacDonald was now in full thinking mode.

She let out a soft sigh, now pulling her legs up to her chest. "Gabriel..." she wasn't even sure where she was going to go with this now. There were so many thoughts and unanswered questions rushing through her head that she didn't rightly know where to begin. But--they couldn't just leave things, could they? They had to talk about something, even if it just ended up being--she sat upright again and stared over at him. "I--" she was about to ask him to come over to where she was sitting, but thought better of it. She slowly stood and moved to perch on the arm of his chair before grabbing his hand. She placed it on her stomach, just where she'd felt the baby kicking. Maybe she'd get lucky, maybe the baby would keep up with this kickboxing routine long enough for Gabriel to feel the tiny little nudges.

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coverstory
2009-02-02 06:32 am UTC (link)

Gabriel's shoulders were sunk low, head dropping forward slightly as his current inebriation was beginning to take its toll. He let Mary take his hand as it had just fallen limp onto the seat, and he didn't resist her movements. He hadn't been as affectionate toward her growing stomach as a normal father would be, and part of that ate at him, but it was not as if he normally touched Mary with any sort of affection. Which--also bothered him, it did, but he was just not ready to make that sort of--

Oh, she was trying to see if the baby would kick for him.

He lifted his head with some effort, pressing down just a bit to see if he could, but he felt nothing more than the fabric of her shirt. She was trying, though, and while his mind couldn't do anything but drive him hysterical, it managed to give him some common sense, after nearly revealing his disowning. Mary did not need to know about his parents' reactions to the news, and Gabriel wanted to keep it that way.

Gabriel smiled and nodded, keeping his hand on her stomach as his gaze dropped again. He hadn't felt a thing, but--he needed to stop this from going any further.

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eieio
2009-02-02 06:51 am UTC (link)

Mary mustered the best smile she could. His complete lack of speech and how he was holding himself--he looked like a dog that had been kicked and it was bothering her. She wanted things to feel great for once--not just good, and not okay. She wanted to make this work with him, more than anything. She could handle having their son and she had been managing so far with their current relationship, but she couldn't help but think that there was this tiny being that was a mix of the two of them inside of her and she felt so intimately tied to him, but not to his father and--bugger. She was not going to let herself get hormonal and start crying. Especially not in front of Gabriel.

She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before letting it drop. She was exhausted and needed sleep. Obviously he needed it as well...and a place to actually sleep. With a sigh, she stood from the chair and left the living room momentarily, going to rummage through the linen closet for sheets and a more comfortable pillow. "Will you be alright for the night?" she asked softly, folding her arms as she looked over at him.

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