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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 6, 2009 17:05:56 GMT -5
Of course, for Roland, giving such advice felt foreign to him. Hell, he wasn't even sure if the advice he was giving was right. He was trying to put himself into Cyrus's position, and this was virtually impossible. He never would have got himself in this position. All he knew was that if he were in love, nothing would be able to keep him away from the woman he loved. Although Roland had never been in love and didn't really believe it would ever happen to him, he was actually capable of great love. He knew this instinctively, just based on the love he had for his family.
"OK, you know what you need?" he said finally, getting frustrated with Cyrus. "You need to get drunk. Just get all this self-pity out of your system, then go over there and talk to her once you've sobered up."
He looked over and signalled a barmaid. "Could you get us a bottle of firewhiskey?" he asked her. The barmaid nodded and rushed away, returning a minute later with an open bottle.
Roland took the bottle and poured a refill for Cyrus. "Go on, drink up."
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Jan 6, 2009 17:27:26 GMT -5
He had grown quiet and whenever Roland spoke again, Cyrus looked up. The expression of 'what' was on his face at the question, but that expression slipped as he ordered a bottle of firewhiskey. Roland was wanting him to get drunk? Would that help him feel any better than what he was right now? Cyrus knew that it would make him numb to the fact of what was going on.
Cyrus looked down at his glass and then reached out and picked it up slowly, keeping his eyes on the liquid. He sighed and brought the glass to his lips and threw the contents of the glass down his throat.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 6, 2009 23:03:22 GMT -5
Roland poured a glass for himself as well. He wouldn't allow himself to get completely drunk; he needed to make sure Cyrus made it home safely. But he wasn't going to just sit there and watch his brother drink alone.
"Maybe if you hit rock bottom, you'll get up the courage to talk to Lina... when you're sober, that is. So go ahead... just drown your self-pity... Hopefully you'll wake up in the morning feeling braver."
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 8:24:00 GMT -5
"If I don't wake up with a headache first," he said finishing off his first glass and pouring another one. Cyrus trusted Roland to make sure that he did get home alright and maybe just maybe he would be ready to talk to Lina. Maybe in the morning, he could forget about his parents and do what he wanted and needed to do. Cyrus didn't know how long he would last without Lina and Mara there. They were his life and he had to do something to get them back.
"Thank you Roland," he said and he started on his newly filled glass.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 9:54:04 GMT -5
As annoyed as he was at his brother, this was probably the longest they had gone without an argument. It was kind of nice, just being the big brother helping out the younger brother. But Cyrus was as stubborn as any other Ferrera, and his refusal to go talk to Lina made no sense to Roland. It was one thing to be stubborn, but why did they have to be stubborn about the wrong things?
"Hey, what's a big brother for?" he said lightly.
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 10:50:55 GMT -5
Cyrus gave a light laugh. Not arguing with Roland was pretty nice, he had to admit but of course there probably wouldn't be many times where they wouldn't argue. He continued to do what Roland told him to do and drank up. Cyrus was well on his way to getting to the point where he was numb and things would be alright for the moment.
"I don't know what I would do if you weren't here," he said. Cyrus did have an idea of what he would be doing if he wasn't there. He'd still be sitting in the apartment doing absolutely nothing while Lina got further away from him.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 16:23:00 GMT -5
"I have a pretty good idea what you would do," Roland replied as he sipped his drink. "You'd hide away in your apartment feeling sorry for yourself and doing nothing. I can't let you get away with that."
Roland smiled softly, feeling an almost begrudging affection for his little brother. "Yeah, well.. I may think you're a git sometimes, but you're still my little brother. And I'll always be there for you when you need me. You know that, right?"
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 17:02:48 GMT -5
He didn't comment on Roland's idea of what he would be doing because it was exactly what Cyrus pictured.
"I know, even if we do argue most of the time. I think that you can be a git sometimes too," he said. "But then, I suppose we all can be that way." Cyrus started to feel like he was floating and some of his words were a little slurred. "And I'm always here if you need me."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 22:04:36 GMT -5
"I am a git," Roland agreed easily. "But I'm sorry if you think I'm too hard on you sometimes."
Roland was amused at how easily his little brother was getting drunk. It usually took him at least half a bottle of firewhiskey to start slurring his words. Sometimes even more than that, if he was able to hold on to his control.
"You don't drink a lot, do you, Cy?" he said teasingly.
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 22:23:30 GMT -5
He was less than halfway finished with his glass. At Roland's question, Cyrus looked up and attempted to give a teasing 'are-you-kidding' look but he failed and shook his head. "Nope," was his response. "I've never had any reason to," Cyrus rarely ever drank. Drinking wasn't up on his list of things to do. It wasn't like he condemned it, it was just he didn't do it all the time.
Cyrus finished off his glass and started to pour himself another.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 22:31:14 GMT -5
Roland laughed. "Sometimes, Cy, I really wonder how we could possibly be related."
He was the first to admit that sometimes he drank a little too much, although he rarely got truly drunk in public. He preferred to wait until he was alone to lose total control.
But it was just another of the ways that he and Cyrus were so dramatically different. Despite what Lina had said, he really didn't see much in common between himself and his brother, besides a common past.
He swallowed the rest of his glass and poured another. "I worry about you sometimes," he said. "You're so much more sensitive than I've ever been and more easily hurt. I would have thought all the times we fought when we were kids would have toughened you up a little bit."
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Post by cyrus on Jan 9, 2009 7:40:10 GMT -5
Cyrus chuckled as he took another swig of his firewhiskey, the liquid burned it's way down his throat. "Oh believe me, it did. If Lina wanted to wrestle then we'd be okay. Unfortunately fighting with your brother as a child doesn't prepare you for affairs of the heart." Sighing, he took another, even longer drink of the firewhiskey nearly draining the mug.
Staring down at the table, he glanced towards his brother once more. "Everything used to be so simple, why does love have to be so hard." His eyes were locked onto Rolands, yet his vision continued to replay the moments before Lina stormed out of the apartment and possibly his life, forever.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 9, 2009 10:30:32 GMT -5
Roland gave a half-smile and leaned against the table, resting his chin in his hand. "Now you know the real reason I avoid it," he said quietly. He didn't mind telling Cyrus, knowing there was a good chance that his brother wouldn't remember it anyway.
"It's hard, and it's painful sometimes. It's easier just to stay single. I'd rather concentrate on my work. But what works for me isn't necessarily what's right for you. You have a chance at happiness, Cy. You shouldn't waste it."
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Post by cyrus on Jan 16, 2009 2:42:56 GMT -5
Downing the last of the fiery liquid as he faintly heard Roland's comments, he refilled his mug and looked back towards his brother. "Enough about me Rol, let's here about this Riley witch you were stuck with." The wizarding liquor began to take it's effect on Cyrus as he continued doing the one thing he knew Roland really hated, prying. "Now that is one woman I wouldn't kick out of my bed.." Chuckling he flashed his brother a lopsided wink, "Besides Roland, don't forget mum still needs a grandchild she's willing to accept."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 16, 2009 9:23:04 GMT -5
Roland groaned. His teeth were already set on edge from the use of the nickname that he'd told Cyrus a thousand times he didn't like. But the implications about Riley were so far off they weren't even worth commenting on.
"Cy, I'm going to ignore that, because I know it's the alcohol talking and not you," Roland said. Then, because he somehow couldn't help himself, he added, "Besides, I can't stand her. We fight more than you and I do. She's a stuck-up, self-righteous know-it-all."
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Post by cyrus on Jan 18, 2009 8:08:20 GMT -5
Cyrus laughed at Roland's comments about Riley Neves, "Come on now bro. Since when do I have to be drunk, to wonder if my older brother is gonna provide me with any nieces or nephews?" As he spoke of children, his eyes lowered towards the table and memories of the beautiful baby Lina and himself had made, floated through his mind decreasing the good mood he had been in when the alcohol kicked in.
In a flash of rage, he gripped his mug tightly and flung it against the wall as he turned back to his brother. "How could she take everything that ever mattered to me. Who does she bloody well think she is huh?!"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 18, 2009 13:10:19 GMT -5
Roland was about to reply that if Cyrus was looking for nieces and nephews, he would have to wait until Jamie or Amandine were ready to be married and have children. But he was spared from having to discuss the topic further when Cyrus had his little outburst.
Immediately he reached across the table and grabbed his brother's wrists. "Hey, hey... calm down, Cy," he said. "She's not doing this to hurt you... she's just as hurt as you are, can't you see that? It's not too late to fix this. You just have to talk to her. When you're sober."
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Post by cyrus on Feb 6, 2009 10:40:27 GMT -5
Cyrus looked up at his brother when he grabbed his wrists, he hated it when his brother made sense. Yet in his slightly drunken state, even the most ludicrous ideas seemed to make sense, looking down at the table, he removed his wrists from Roland's grasp. "What if mum was right...." He let the rest of the sentence trail off as he tried to better grasp what he was trying to say.
"What if Lina was cheating on me while she was away at school?" The idea of it crushed him and normally he would never believe such of Lina but at the moment, he would believe his own mother was the Dark Lord.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Feb 6, 2009 11:14:31 GMT -5
Roland shook his head. "I don't believe that. And neither do you. Your judgement is clouded by the alcohol."
It was almost funny how low his brother's tolerance was for liquor, considering how much Roland himself had been known to drink. Cyrus may have been the outcast in the family, but in so many ways he was very much an innocent, at least compared to Roland.
"She stayed with you all this time, without so much as even a promise of marriage. Would she have done that if she didn't truly love you? Look at it from her perspective, Cy. She's been waiting for you.... and she just got tired of waiting. You've got to give her something, some promise... some hope."
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 11:30:28 GMT -5
Roland's ideas were still sounding right. Why? Just why couldn't they just not make sense? Cyrus knew that Lina wouldn't cheat on him, but it was the alcohol talking. "Tired of waiting? She knows I love her though," Cyrus said like a little kid. "So she just walked out? Roland, you probably wouldn't be saying that if the person you loved the most just walked out on you too." Cyrus gave a huge sigh.
"Even if I try and fix this, she'll probably tell me no! If I go talk to her, what am I supposed to say!?"
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