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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 12:06:13 GMT -5
"I've never been in love," Roland said, his voice calm. "But I do know this. If I was in love, and the person I loved walked out on me, I sure as hell would not be sitting around, whining and crying about it. I'd be at her door, doing whatever I had to do to get her back. Don't you get it, Cyrus? Sometimes in life, you have to fight for what you want. It's not going to just walk through your door. Everything that really matters in this world, you have to work for."
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 12:12:09 GMT -5
"I know that," he said defeatedly. "I know I have to fight for her, but I don't know how. She might just be tired of me completely. I can't let her get away Rol. I don't want to be like this all the time. She helps me be better." Cyrus felt like he hit rock bottom and there was only one way to go.
"I just don't know how I'm going to fight for her. What if she just slams the door in my face or doesn't want to talk to me?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 12:26:36 GMT -5
"Why are you always so quick to give up?" Roland said, getting frustrated. "You just sit here and make excuses, like you expect to fail. It's like you won't even try, because you've already figured out what's going to happen."
Roland took a swig from the bottle. "I really don't understand you, Cyrus. All you have to do is go to her, and tell her what's in your heart. And if she won't listen, you keep talking until she does. You're making more out of this than you need to. Lina loves you, too, remember? All she needs is to know that you're willing to fight for her."
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 12:37:21 GMT -5
He was going to do something to get Lina back, but he wasn't sure what. He wasn't exactly thinking coherently. "I never said I was giving up," Cyrus attempted to defend. "I said what if." A meaningful stare to his big brother wasn't really meaningful in his drunken state, but he was trying.
"What if that is not enough? I would do anything for Lina. The only reason I'm not marrying her yet is because of mum. I want her to accept Lina. I've told that to her everytime we argue about it, but she just doesn't get it. It seems to make her angrier." Cyrus ran his hands through his hair. "She knows that I love her though."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 12:46:47 GMT -5
Roland sighed. "And when's the last time you tried to talk to Mum about this? Just sat her down and made her listen? You really need to talk to her. I tried, but it'll mean more coming from you. When I do it, it just looks like you don't feel strongly enough about it to do it yourself."
He paused to take another swig from the bottle and looked at his brother appraisingly. "It's very possible that Mum still won't listen to you. You're both stubborn, but one of you is going to have to give in. If Mum won't accept Lina, you're going to have to make a choice. I really think, if you show Mum that you're serious and propose to Lina, Mum will come around. She's not going to miss out on a chance to see one of her sons get married, especially since I've no intentions of taking the plunge myself."
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 12:54:51 GMT -5
Cyrus started to laugh. "Sit mum down?" He looked to Roland with one eyebrow arched. "Seriously Roland, do you think that she would just agree to sit down and listen to me tell her how much I love Lina and Mara and that I want her to accept her because I want to marry her?" He laughed again at how crazy it sounded. "Mum wouldn't go for it! She would rather have my head than that!"
He shook his head. "You may not have intentions, but one of these days, you'll get married. Even if it is when you're so drunk you don't remember it." Cyrus gave one of his lopsided grins.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 13:11:47 GMT -5
Roland threw up his hands in frustration. Really, Cyrus was the most exasperating person he knew. "Right. OK, Mum won't listen, Lina won't listen, the whole situation is hopeless, so you may as well just sit here and whine about how Lina left you. Either you give up on waiting for Mum's blessing, or you give up on Lina. That's the choice you're facing, Cyrus, and right now, you're just sitting on the fence. Sooner or later, the fence is going to crash down on you, and you'll be left with nothing. Is that what you want?"
At Cyrus's comment about marriage, however, Roland let out a short laugh. "Yeah, right... if I ever get that drunk, I'd better quit drinking."
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 14:57:06 GMT -5
Roland was right. Cyrus was up on the fence and he didn't want to lose either side. However, it would probably be better to go to Lina and explain. He would make her listen. He had to. Cyrus didn't want to end up old alone and two of the most important girls in his life needed to be there.
"You're right," he mumbled. "I have to talk to Lina. It doesn't matter what mum thinks." Of course on the last part, it was pretty much the alcohol talking but there was a little bit of truth from Cyrus in there. "I'll talk to her, after I stop feeling like I am right now. Seriously Rol, how can you handle drinking that all the time?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 15:18:05 GMT -5
Roland honestly wasn't sure that Cyrus's decision would hold up when the alcohol wore off, but he was glad to have at least made some progress with his stubborn brother. The fact that he'd managed to get him to say it was a big step. Now he just had to carry through with it.
"Good. That's what I wanted to hear. I'm not letting you give up on the best thing that's ever happened to you."
Chuckling, Roland shrugged. "You get used to it. I've built up a tolerance... I can usually go half a bottle before I start to get drunk. But as for you... I think you've had enough. Want me to help you get home?"
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 15:30:31 GMT -5
Cyrus only nodded. Maybe he would remember what he told Roland after he slept this off. If he didn't remember it all, maybe he would remember the important stuff.
He did agree with Roland about him having enough. If he was still in an angry mood, he probably would have gotten more. "I don't see how you do it. But I think I'm not going to do that anymore." Cyrus grinned.
"As for going home," he said standing up but swaying a little then took a small step still swaying a little but holding onto the table, "I might need your help."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 15:36:54 GMT -5
"Probably a wise decision," Roland said with a smile. "It's not good for you. Merlin knows I drink too much."
As Cyrus got up and started to stumble, Roland quickly got to his feet and grabbed onto his brother, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "OK, I've got you. Just lean on me. I'll take you home and make sure you don't swallow your tongue or anything."
He quickly tossed a handful of coins on the table and grabbed the half-finished bottle of firewhiskey from the table. No sense in wasting a perfectly good bottle of firewhiskey, especially since they'd paid for it.
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 15:48:04 GMT -5
"Thanks Rol," Cyrus said, not caring if the nickname did annoy Roland. It was part of what brothers did, annoy each other. As he leaned onto his brother, he was able to not trip over his feet.
"You know what Roland? I'm hungry." A sudden hunger had hit him after drinking. Too bad that Roland didn't know how to cook. Of course thinking about cooking made him think of Lina. What was he going to do while he tried to think of something? There was some kind of cake there that Lina had made the day before.
They finally reached the apartment. "Will you cut me a piece of the cake in the refrigerator? I don't know if I should try to cut it or not and you can have some if you want it."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 16:25:22 GMT -5
Roland also ignored the nickname, for now. He did hate it, but Cyrus was drunk; he had to make allowances.
As they reached the apartment, Roland helped Cyrus over to the couch.
"You know, the time for snacks really should be before you drink, not after," Roland commented, raising an eyebrow at his brother. "But I guess I can handle cutting a piece of cake. Just sit down and I'll be right back."
Once he was sure Cyrus was settled, he headed into the kitchen to find the cake.
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 16:32:27 GMT -5
"I had something to eat before I went out," Cyrus said. "I just got hungry again." He gave a shrug and took a seat on the couch. Allowing himself to just sink into the couch, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes a moment before opening them again.
His mind was a little fuzzy and all he could think about right now was Lina, Mara, and food. Of course, those three things were always usually on his mind anyway, but this time he was looking at the first to a little differently. It did change a man's perspective when the things that he loved most started to slip away. He was going to have to do something, that was certain.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 17:26:34 GMT -5
Roland found the cake easily, but had to search for plates and silverware. He found the cups first, then the pantry closet. Their pantry was much more filled with food than his ever was, but then Cyrus did like to eat. Just about everything seemed to make him hungry.
Finally, he found the cabinet with the plates, and he took out two small dessert plates. Since he was here, he might as well have a snack.
After he'd found the silverware, he took out a knife and two forks. He cut the cake, cutting two even slices, and putting them on the plates. Then he put the cake back in the closed container before taking the two plates and forks back out to the living room.
"Here you go," he said, handing one to Cyrus.
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 17:39:07 GMT -5
"Thanks," he said taking the plate and fork. Cyrus was quite for a moment. "You know, Lina makes the best cakes, other than mum of course. I can't bake to save my life," he said with a laugh. "I remember once, Lina let me bake something and well, it didn't turn out like it was supposed to. The cake had burned in the oven because I left it in there for too long, not to mention it had risen over the pan." At the memory, Cyrus was smiling, but that slowly faded. "But ever since she hadn't let me bake. I can do other stuff on the stove, but nothing in the oven. She won't even let me use magic to bake either."
He looked to Roland with the slowly fading smile on his face as he took a bite out of the cake. Cyrus was already miserable that Lina had gone.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 17:54:37 GMT -5
Roland took a bite of cake and smiled. It was almost as good as anything his mother had ever made. If only their mother could see just how similar she and Lina really were, maybe she wouldn't be so set against Cyrus marrying her.
"Well, if you can actually use the stove, then you're one up on me," Roland replied with a laugh. "I can't even make pasta. I tried once, and it all stuck togther in one giant lump on the bottom of the pot."
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 18:17:04 GMT -5
He couldn't help but laugh at Roland. "You messed up pasta? You need a woman to cook for you. There are no ifs or buts about it." Cyrus took another bite out of the cake. "What about that Riley? Maybe you could get her to cook for you or something." He scarfed down the rest of the cake and leaned up slowly, putting the plate on the table in front of him, then leaned back as he head felt like it was floating.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 18:29:14 GMT -5
Roland frowned. He probably shouldn't have mentioned anything. He did not need a woman, or anyone, and he hated being told that he did.
"So I can't cook. I can order takeout, which is what I do most nights. I don't need anyone to cook for me, I can get by just fine on my own. And as for Riley, I've already told you we don't get along."
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Post by Cyrus Ferrera on Mar 27, 2009 20:08:12 GMT -5
"I'm just kidding," Cyrus said. "You don't have to frown about it." He looked to Roland and slid down in the position he was in, so he could rest his head comfortably on the couch.
"Thanks Roland. I thank you for getting me home." His words were still slurring together a little and he was starting to feel sleepy. "If you want to take some of that cake home, go ahead. I'm not going to eat it all myself. As for me, I'm going to take a nap. You can stay for a little while if you want, or you can go do whatever it was you were thinking about doing." He waved his hand in the air attempting to emphase what he was saying. Cyrus' eyes started to grow heavy. "Night Rol," said Cyrus before his eyes went completely shut.
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