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brian,
wensleydale

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Time: July 26, 2000
Place: Front steps
Status: Locked for Wensleydale
Summary: Brian broods

Brian usually had energy to spare. It was sort of a constant; some minor law of the universe. The Brian Particle was always characterized by energetic behavior and a trail of crisp packets.

But he wasn't feeling very bouncy at all. He wasn't tired, and his muscles weren't stiff, but he felt worn out somewhere inside. He'd brought out a rugby ball and tossed it around, spinning it up into the air and catching it, but he'd lost interest in that.

It was seeing Adam and Pepper fight like that. It was being so mad at Adam himself. It was not knowing what Adam wanted or how he was going about things. Brian could usually muster quite a bit of faith in the unofficial leader of the Them, but that wasn't working. Something of a crisis, really.

How could Adam let that happen? Had he just not seen it?

What if Pestilence (or was it something else?) wanted a bit of him?

And now he was just sitting on the front steps to the manor, looking out over the grounds. The sun hadn't set yet, but it was getting there, sort of darkening without being pretty. It made his stomach sort of sink in him, like a rock weighting him down.

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"Course you would!" Brian said happily. "And have exploding diagrams."

"Nah. Exploding diagrams would just make my moustache get all singed. That wouldn't be good."

"No, but see, you'd throw them at us and then they'd explode," Brian explained. "And you could twirl your mustach and laugh."

"Yeah," Wensley replied, after thinking for a moment. "That would be fun."

"I dunno." Brian frowned. "They ain't here, but we could do something anyway..." He was leading the way into the forest, looking for the clearing.

"What do you want to do?", he asked, looking around.

"We could play catch, once we get there," Brian said, tossing the ball in one hand. "Or.. talk. It was nice talking before, till you fell asleep."

"I'd like to talk," Wensley replied. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, I dunno..." Then Brian's face lit up. "You dressed like a flapper for Halloween. We could talk about THAT."

"That was all Adam's doing," Wensley laughed, shuddering a bit at the memory, "and the most embarrassing moment of my life, besides when I got my head stuck in a fence and Pep pulled down my trousers." He thought for a moment, trying to pull up the repressed memories of Halloween. "My legs were very cold," he offered.

"...bet you looked good, though," Brian said, with a smirking grin that didn't quite conceal the fact that he did imagine that Wens had looked... quite good.

"I don't know about that," Wensley mused. "There weren't any pictures afterwards." His face split into a wide grin. "Wait 'til Halloween this year. Adam's going to make you a...a..." He tried to think of something embarassing. "A burlesque dancer!"

"Oh really? 'least I got the legs for it." Brian stuck out his tongue. "Maybe Adam'll make you be something dressy again."

They were getting close to the clearing now, and Brian hushed up a bit.

"Hey, look," he said, pointing. There they were-- the clear spot, all lush and green with little leafy things and grass. Surrounded by trees, but flat in the middle...

Wensley felt vaugely insulted, and was about to protest when Brian shushed him. Stopping short, he looked around the place Brian had led him to.

"It's beautiful," he said, feeling stupid for using such a girl word, but not being able to think of a better adjective. "How did you three find this place?"

"Me'n Pep were playing tag," Brian said quietly. "And we ran in here. S'brill, ain't it?" He beamed over at Wensleydale proudly.

Wensley nodded, sitting down in the middle of the clearing. "It looks like no one's been here since ages ago."

"We was here, though. Just a few days ago." Brian sprawled down beside Wensleydale on his stomach, leaning up on his elbows. "Was sunset then, too."

"I've always liked sunset. 'S prettier than sunrise."

"Shouldn't they be the same?" Brian pondered. "They're just the same thing happening backwards. They oughta be the same."

"It seems like they should be the same, doesn't it? But sunset's always been better for me. Maybe because people don't have time to sit around looking at the sky in the morning, unless they're lucky."

"Or they're too sleepy," Brian said. "...or cos it's a little sad. 'Get up! Stuff to do!'"

Wensley nodded, shivering a bit. "I should do this more often," he said, half to himself.

"You ought. ...hey, are you cold?" Brian frowned. He hadn'
t got a jacket to offer him, or else he would.

"Mmm? Oh. No, not really. It's just cooler than I'm used to." The kitchen was a warm place. "You were saying?"

"Meeeh, c'mere." Brian was, if not the most hygenic person about, at least warm. Something to do with lots of energy and running about.

He flopped an arm over Wensley's shoulders. He'd have done the same when they were kids. It was a bit different now, but he was ignoring that.

"You oughta come out here more often. So should I."