Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 25, 2017 18:49:48 GMT -6
Fresh air was a fundamental part of West's life. It was especially true after a week in the office. Luckily he usually got the weekend to do whatever it was that he wanted. And usually that was spending the whole time outside. It was a fresh change from the stifling atmosphere perpetuated by the people around him all the time. He worked with far too many stuck up busybodies. He needed someone around that had some sense of adventure. And if he was using all of this to distract himself from things he didn't want to think about that never truly left his mind, well he wasn't telling anyone that. For all intents and purposes, he was completely fine.
The park was a good place to go just to get out. There were so many different paths he could choose from, he wasn't sure he'd seen everything yet. Central Park was quite a lot. And it always had so many people around, even when the weather was less than stellar. It was his favorite escape. This time he'd taken to a path deeper in the trees and less around the eyes of other people and was moving along at a decent jogging pace. Being active was something he needed in his life and something he couldn't get from his job. His second biggest regret. There was still time to change that one, but he wasn't sure he could. He was settled in and it made his parents happy. He had no other happiness for himself, so why should his career be one?
Anakin was out jogging. One would think his work would keep him on his feet enough, but he was the sort of person who always had a surplus of energy. He didn't do well with the whole 'still' concept - he was always jittering and tapping, even if he was sitting down. He'd only recently picked up the act of jogging, on the authority of his sister to 'be more healthy' and blah, blah, blah (he clearly needed to work on his critical listening skills as well).
He was keeping a better pace than ever today, managing to break his former 10 mile record. Pleased with himself, he'd taken to a bench in Central Park for a break. After a few moments spent there, catching his breath, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure nearby. He had to do a double take, making sure it was the guy he thought it was. But, upon his second glance, there was no mistaking it.
Anakin wasn't good at controlling his emotions. He wore them right on his sleeves, easy for anyone and everyone to read. Control was not exactly in his vocabulary. He'd been working on it - trying to learn to take a step back, to think before he jumped into things. But, at the sight of this man - the man who'd left his twin loveless and his niece fatherless - he kind of lost it.
Without pausing to size up the situation, he flung himself roughly in West's direction, reaching out with a hand, intending to grab the man to keep him from moving. "What are you doing here? Are you a ghost or something? Because I have to assume the only reason you'd leave my sister, and your beautiful, amazing daughter is because you died in some freak accident. Because nobody in their right mind....would just...."
He got too angry to finish his sentence, but he didn't move from his defensive stance. He was causing a scene, perhaps, but he didn't care. This man deserved nothing more than the highest level of unkindness and unpleasant treatment, as far as Anakin was concerned.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 29, 2017 13:23:34 GMT -6
Being outside and being active cleared West's mind. Work kept him frustrated both from content and because he hated what he did with a fiery passion. But when he got a moment to himself, to actually do the things he enjoyed, it was almost enough to make him happy. The jog was going well today. He had learned to pace himself to make it last longer and the distance increased every time he ran. It settled him a little bit, kept him from losing his shit at his boss every time his annoyance got spiked, kept him sane.
This week he had even more to run about. He'd run into Avery again. And then Caspian also. After so many years, to run into both of them in such a short span of time was almost comical. The first one he hadn't minded. He would never not want to see her, even if it was from afar. Just to know she was okay, that she was trying to be happy. Getting to talk to her had been even more. But it left him with a lot of emotions that he didn't know how to deal with. He never wanted to leave her side again, but that was her call. So instead he ran at the park. It was better than running away. Maybe if he'd had this habit a few years ago...
Unfortunately, the peaceful jog was interrupted when he was suddenly grabbed. There was no one in his life that would do that casually, so his immediate reaction was that it wasn't friendly and he lashed out in a way to get himself free of the other person.
It was only after he was a distance back again, free of grabbing hands, and with a dark, heavy scowl, that West realized who it was that had grabbed. Oh, perfect. "It's really not your place to demand anything of me, Anakin" he said keeping his tone steady. Not upset, just calm with a small bite to it. They probably weren't on first name terms anymore, but it would have been weird to use Harlow against anyone aside from Caspian. "Especially not if you're going to assault me first."
He wasn't sure what kind of reaction he should have expected, randomly grabbing a guy in the street. But, getting pushed and essentially punched in the face wasn't exactly what he'd been going for. He staggered backwards, hand cupping the left side of his face, where his eye throbbed in its socket. Well, that was going to bruise.
The Auror fumed as West rebutted him. Maybe it was a little delayed, but a brother got to be pissed off if you hurt their sister. Especially if you walked out on her and your daughter. At least, that was how it worked in Anakin's book. "You left my sister! You just....left! You don't do that to people, West. You don't just abandon them." He spat out the words at Westley, as he eye began to sting a little. This was off to a wonderful start.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 29, 2017 23:04:56 GMT -6
If Avery was going to tell anyone the full truth it would have been her twin brother, but that was apparently not the case. Had she just held onto that by herself this whole time? Four and a half years was a long time to keep such a heavy secret, and West frowned at the thought, concerned. He should have done more to ease the burden.
"I didn't just leave. I removed myself from a situation that I felt was bad for me. And before you say it, it had nothing to do with Elisabeth. She was the last person I wanted to leave behind, but it was all or nothing and nothing wasn't an option." It was abundantly clear now that he'd just been villainized the last four years, made to look like the only person at fault in the fights. Made to look like he didn't care when he cared more now than he ever had, the feeling growing each day he was away from them.
It had never occurred to Anakin that he didn't know what had gone down between West and Avery. He had done some jerk move and left Avery and Elsie to their own defenses and, as far as Anakin was concerned, that was where the story ended. It was so black and white, painting West as the bad guy. And, though Anakin had once been sort of fond of the guy, he'd accepted that.
"A situation that was bad for you? Being in love and becoming a father, that was all just too annoying for you to take? Let me tell you, people search their whole lives to have that sort of thing. How could the situation be bad for you?" He asked, completely confused. On the surface, West and Avery had seemed so happy together. At least, that's how Anakin had perceived them.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Jan 5, 2018 16:36:59 GMT -6
Dealing with Anakin, especially right now, was enough to make someone want to drive their head into a wall. And West didn't really have the patience to deal with the man's attitude at the moment. He'd been at the park to relax, not get into a fight with someone he hadn't seen in over four years.
"Nothing about either of those things was ever annoying to me. I love that little girl and as hard as it might be for you to believe I still love you sister. But she hurt me in a way that I couldn't forgive at the time, in a way that took me years to deal with." He had already spilled everything to Caspian, but he didn't really want to keep dragging Avery through the mud for not telling them to whole truth. If he could avoid it here... It would probably be better for Anakin to hear it from her anyway.