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Post by clouds just clouds on Nov 12, 2012 19:40:57 GMT -8
Elliot shook his head, "N-No, no... Sammy, you don't have old school friends." Slowly, he took a step closer, his eyes wide. "It's... it's him... isn't it... Sammy?" Tilting his head, Elliot looked into Sam's eyes. "I..." A long silence drew out as Elliot looked into Sam's frightened eyes, his slow brain tried to eat and process everything, but it wasn't coming. The only thing that came to mind was something he was afraid to say, and finally, he got it. Maybe Sam was waiting for angry yowls, anger, or hate. None of it was coming, no, instead, Elliot started to shake lightly, acting like he was two, his fingers clutching tightly onto Sam's shirt. "Sammy? I... I want to talk to him too..."
Edmund was silent on the other end, sitting up, instantly hating himself for Sam getting in trouble.
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Post by Dina Doo on Nov 13, 2012 1:28:33 GMT -8
This surprised Sam greatly and his eyebrows rose in worry. "You.. want.. to talk to him, little brother?" His hand reached out to clunch onto his younger brother's shirt, much like Elliot had done. Sam thought it through but every second that passed was possibly another moment of silence for Edmund and Sam didn't want his father to hang up. With a shaky hand, Sam went to pass the phone to Elliot, staring down at the ground. "O-okay little brother.. Talk to him then, okay? But when you're done, I can take you back to bed because you need to sleep.."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Nov 13, 2012 6:28:53 GMT -8
Unlatching one of his hands, Elliot reached up to take the phone, but he first pressed himself against his big brother, resting his head in Sam's neck because he was afraid. "But... I can't sleep, big brother... can't..." He trailed off and pressed the phone to his ear, taking in a shaky breath to whisper. "Hello...?" His voice was as small as it had been when he was two. He felt as if eighteen years cut it's way out of their live and he was two again, afraid to get yelled at by Daddy because he did something stupid.
"Hello, Elliot." Edmund said softly, but inside his guts were twisting and it was hard to breath. He had to work past his fear once again, this step was too much for him, he wanted to hang up but his hand didn't move. He stayed where he was with his phone pressed to his ear. A small laugh went through the receiver from Elliot.
Elliot looked up at Sam, tears slowly starting to crawl down his cheeks. "H-He said my name...." Elliot then went to reassume the position he was in, if he had been able to last time. "H-Hi... how did you know it was me?"
Edmund thought for a moment, "My choices are cut a little short, and I heard Sam say 'little brother,' and..." He trailed off as he thought. "And I guess I would imagine it to be you, I don't... really know..." He fell into a lapsed silence.
Elliot nodded and then spoke quietly as the tears crawled down his cheeks. "I knew... I knew that... I knew something... I did. I knew it. You didn't really mean to, did you?" "Daddy" played at Elliot's lips, haunting him and pressing him, but he couldn't say it. Eighteen years just doesn't go away like that. Kenneth should know.
A shaky breath filled Edmund, "No... I'm sorry, Elliot..." Edmund closed his eyes and pressed a hand to his mouth as tears crawled down his own cheeks. Prying away his hand, he whispered. "I know it makes up for nothing... but I'm really sorry..."
Elliot sobbed a little, making clutching onto Sam tightly. "I... I..." Then, Elliot fell into silence, trying to think of what to say, but then he whispered. "I forgive you... I think... I've... I've forgave you.... a bit ago."
(If you don't know what to do with this you can just maybe post Sam comforting Elliot, or maybe Sam can hear Edmund on the other side and knows he is crying? Elliot is maybe standing really close to Sam, with the phone maybe closed to his ear. Sammy could say something to Edmund or be shocked at Elliot's own words. XD)
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Post by Dina Doo on Nov 13, 2012 12:08:36 GMT -8
Like a good older brother, Sam maybe held Elliot close, trying to wrap his arms around his distressed little brother so that he could hug Elliot and comfort him. Maybe he went to lightly pat his back, maybe he even whispered soft words to Elliot. Sam then smiled sadly and moved his head so that it was close to the phone. "See, Daddy? You still have some of your family, the ones who've forgiven you and the ones that remember you as a good daddy.." They wereso cute. Why is it not bad in this case calling these grown men cute? They're adorable.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Nov 13, 2012 15:31:00 GMT -8
Edmund smiled to himself and shook his head, then more tears ran from his eyes, "Not that I deserve it, Sammy, but I see. Thank you..." His teeth clenched as the guilt clenched its fingers around his throat; he fought hard against the sobs, and it was an easy battle won, though the guilt still dug into his heart. "Really... I'm a little happier, knowing you want to talk to me..." A sigh left Edmund but there was a light smile in his voice.
They were adorable, Cloud doesn't know how either.
Elliot gently went to pass the phone to Sam, he had so many more questions, but he wasn't sure if they should be asked. But for some reason, it felt good to hear Edmund's voice.
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Post by Dina Doo on Nov 13, 2012 16:22:54 GMT -8
Sam took the phone from his brother but continued to try and hold his brother close because Sam didn't want to be lonely. "Sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't... call to make you feel guilty but.." He smiled softly. "It's a good thing little brother caught me and I'm happy I'm not alone in this anymore~" His golden gaze drifted down to the ground and he thought for a moment. "Sorry.. I can.. leave you be now if you want me to."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Nov 13, 2012 16:33:35 GMT -8
"No," The reply was almost instant, then a sad chuckle left Edmund and he shook his head lightly. More softly, he added, "No... Sammy, I've been finding myself... waiting for night to fall and waiting for your calls." He sighed to himself and then watched the ceiling, slowly settling back down in the bed. He took another shaky breath and smiled to himself. "You're staying safe, right? Try and make sure that Elliot, or anyone else, doesn't get into too much trouble." He trailed off a bit then smiled to himself, "What is that story about? The one that Elliot is writing?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Nov 13, 2012 17:38:05 GMT -8
"Oh," a soft smile worked its way onto Sam's lips. "It's about us~" He looked back at Elliot, going to lull his head against his brother if he could. "Little brother, Daddy wants to know about the story you're writing... 'cuz I told him you wrote and I (maybe, idk if this is certain) sent him a copy of your other book.." He shied away as if he had done something bad. "Do.. do you want to tell him about your story, little brother? He can help you too, if you want him to.."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Nov 13, 2012 18:43:51 GMT -8
Elliot giggled, "Stop acting as if I've ever yelled at you, Sammy... it's okay, really." He kissed Sam's cheek, just to make sure his brother knew that he wasn't mad, then he reached for the phone, not to take it, only to move it so he could speak into it and maybe Sam could still hear Edmund too. "It... it was just a recollection of memories... with all of us together."
Then a weak chuckle came through the phone, "I loved your last book, Elliot, I can't wait for this want. Sam's right, I can help. I have a really good memory of the good days..." Edmund closed his eyes, remembering the good times with Ana. He could probably remember every breathing moment with her.
Elliot smiled widely, "Really? What was Sammy like? As a baby?"
"Trouble some and cried a lot," Edmund teased lightly.
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Post by Dina Doo on Nov 14, 2012 2:35:19 GMT -8
Sam giggled lightly and the normal him was returning. "Nonono! I bet I was the bestest baby in the house~" He giggled again and went to try and lightly attack Elliot with a hug before turning back to the phone. "No! I bet Elliot was the hardest baby to take care of! He was, wasn't he?" Sam smiled brightly and even if his smile couldn't be seen through the phone, it threaded itself into his preppy voice. "No! Who was the most difficult baby to take care of? Was it Elliot?"
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