Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 26, 2017 1:52:36 GMT -6
He eyes the green smoke suspiciously. "...Is it meant to do that?" he asked with more than a little skepticism in his tone. He was pretty sure the answer was no, but he had little knowledge of more advanced healing spells. It was a miracle he had the basics. Which in turn made Avery a miracle. He couldn't really argue with that one, could he? Nope, that was not a hole he was going down. Things were already painful enough as it was.
"You know why I can't do anything about my job," he said lowly as he looked across the room. It had always been a point of tension for them, even more when he came home angry about how much he hates it. "Even if my parents weren't an issue, I still couldn't." He knew who ran the job he wanted and he knew he had a snowball's chance in hell of getting in now.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 26, 2017 1:33:42 GMT -6
"Well I learned from the best to not do things to spells I don't know," he commented referring to her. They'd lived together long enough for him to pick things up about healing. It was how he'd managed to avoid the hospital so far since most of what he'd needed had been pretty basic. It had worked out for the best and in a way kept him connected to her even through the time apart. The thought made his heart ache a little. There hadn't been a day gone by where she hadn't crossed his mind at least once.
"I go to this dueling place every once in a while. Keep my skills sharp." Sitting at a desk certainly didn't do it and if he was going to fight his way to the job he wanted some day he needed to be good at it going in. "You know I've never been able to sit still. It keeps the edge down when work is intolerable." He hadn't wanted to make this personal, but now that she'd started it, he feared he wouldn't be able to stop it. It would just snowball from here until everything was raw and open again. Maybe he wanted it to and just didn't have the courage. Maybe he was happy shed taken the first step towards it. He wouldn't admit that to anyone though, not even himself.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 26, 2017 1:10:07 GMT -6
Getting settled on the exam table and away from the burning touch he longed for so much was a relief. Hopefully this would be an easy fix, something that wouldn't force them to be in the same space for much longer. Because he didn't know how much longer he could hold on saying something personal to her, something that would pull them out of the pseudo professionalism they were trapped in.
"Left leg. The guy was on the ground and tried for a cheap shot," he explained, reaching to move up the pants leg of that leg. The skin on it was spotted blue in perfect circles. "It feels like burns, but clearly it's not burns. I also think it might be spreading because before it was just the lower bit and now it definitely is not." Which was how he'd gotten to the hospital but was now unable to keep on his feet. "It wasn't a spell I recognized, which was why I didn't try to fix it on my own." That covered everything he was pretty sure. If he just focused on dealing with the problem, he could make it through this. Don't make it personal, don't make it personal. That would just be bad for both of them.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 26, 2017 0:57:12 GMT -6
Instinct told Westley to take a step back as Caspian moved forward, but instead he stood his ground. It wasn't his greatest strength, but sometimes he managed to surprise himself. "I'm not hurting anything by being here. All I'm doing is becoming more familiar with the building I work in." he said in his defense already knowing that it wasn't going to have any kind of effect. Caspian wouldn't care and they would go back and forth a few more times before West ultimately gave up and went back to work. He just couldn't stop now.
"You don't know what you're talking about," he said lowly, eyes narrowing slightly. The only people that truly knew what happened back then were himself and Avery. Even if she had told them everything, there was a difference in living it and being told just one side of things. It changed perception.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 26, 2017 0:46:28 GMT -6
When he felt her hand on his arm, West couldn't stop himself from flinching slightly. It had been so long since the last time he'd felt her touch that it startled him. He just wished that it was under better circumstances. That they hadn't not spoken for years. That it wasn't only because he'd gotten himself hurt yet again. If he could take the last few years back and do them over again, he would in a heartbeat.
Despite his hesitance, West knew he needed the help to get to the exam room since his leg wouldn't take his weight, so he didn't pull away. He didn't want to pull away anyway. It just hurt so much.
As they went, he tried to keep the pace good. The quicker they got there and got him sat down, the faster the burning touch on his arm could be gone and the burn in his eyes would hopefully subside also. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, but he couldn't find the courage to speak them. And it wasn't the time for that right now anyway.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 26, 2017 0:33:58 GMT -6
Taking a moment to have a bite of his chicken wrap, because West still needed to have his lunch and wanted to put on a show of not being bothered by Caspian, he said, "There's nothing that tells me I'm not allowed to be here. It's not a restricted access section." And being told to leave had never really been enough for him. He'd always made a point of doing what he wanted when he wanted if only to compensate the one choice he'd made that wasn't his own.
As much as his heart called for the department he was currently standing in, he knew that getting there would be more difficult than if he'd just gone straight into it after school. He knew, even before this chance meeting, that Caspian would do everything in his power to keep West out. He probably would have found a way to kick him out if he'd already been there after what happened. But that didn't mean West would stop wanting. And maybe someday he'd actually try it.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 26, 2017 0:15:10 GMT -6
As Avery made to reach out, he put up one hand to stop her before she'd even stopped herself. Though he might actually need the help, feeling her touch again was not something he needed. Except that he so deeply, desperately did. He just knew that if she did he would be trapped again. As if he wasn't already trapped. Because he most definitely was. "But I didn't hex myself..." he muttered. That had been the dirty cheater he'd beaten going in for a cheap shot after the win was called.
Getting from his chair to the exam room was going to be interesting. Because he wasn't sure he could handle her helping him get there despite it being her job, but he also wasn't quite sure he could get there himself. It was quite the predicament. Taking a deep breath, he let go of the chair to take a step in the direction he needed to go, but as soon as his full weight was on it, his left leg threatened to give up on him. Painfully. Holding onto the chair it was. Maybe he could just bring it along. That was the easiest course of action, right? Not being a grown ass man that could manage his emotions and accept help no matter how much it hurt.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 25, 2017 23:47:33 GMT -6
As he heard a voice, West froze where he was. Of all the things he had overlooked in his mission to explore, running into Caspian Harlow had to be one of them. He honestly should have thought this through more, but he had just been horribly bored with a few minutes on his hands. Besides the odds of running into the head of the department hadn't exactly been high. They were busy people. He just had shit luck. What was new?
All things considered, he'd done really well at not running into any Harlows for a few years. Which when you considered there were a few of them both in and out of MACUSA... It was kind of impressive and had nothing at all to do with him actively doing his best to avoid it. Except the part where he'd now run into two Harlows in a very short span of time. Not that he was really actively avoiding them anymore. He had knowingly gone to Avery's place of work, accepting the risk he'd see her there. And now he'd sort of just done the same with Caspian. Going really well.
He didn't know what Avery had told her family about him leaving, but from the tone of voice he'd just gotten, West was willing to bet it hadn't been the whole story. Or maybe it had been and Caspian just wanted to fight him anyway. He was more keen on getting away as quickly as he could instead of sticking around to find out from the apparently very unimpressed cousin. "Actually, no I'm not. Kind of you to ask, though," he replied tone defaulting to somewhat of a smartass. Good job, son.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 25, 2017 23:21:29 GMT -6
The world was rushing around him and frozen all at once as he looked at her. It had been so many years since he last had, a high energy moment when he walked out and didn't look back. Merlin, he should have looked back. Maybe then he would have also walked back. At first he hadn't regretted anything, had felt justified in his actions. But as time had moved on without him for a little while, he began to realize just what a mistake that had been. He began to realize that while it had felt justifiable in the moment, he wasn't actually that comfortable with what he'd done. But he'd never been the bravest of men. He was too afraid to look her up and face his demons. So he hadn't.
Seeing her now reminded him just how stupid of a man he was. Yes, she had hurt him with what she'd done, but he knew without a doubt that he hurt her worse, and he knew without a doubt that he had hurt Elsie who'd had no part in things. She had just been a baby. A baby that would have grown up so much now... It was something he thought about a lot. It was something he wanted to ask Avery of right this second, because he needed to know, but he also knew that now wasn't quite the right time. She was working, and he was a patient at her work. Things outside the hospital could wait, because he knew they would happen now. Now that he'd seen her again, he couldn't just walk away without trying.
As she moved in his direction, he attempted to get to his feet again, more slowly this time and using the chair to keep himself upright. It didn't work half as well as he wanted it to, but he managed in the end. "Wasn't something I did," he said just as softly, eyes on her and nothing else. He couldn't bring himself to look away ever again. "Got on the wrong side of a duel." It wasn't something new for him. He'd always been terribly reckless, even more so now without her to reel him back in.
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?
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 25, 2017 18:36:52 GMT -6
The door of the room opened, West looked up, and the world froze. The chatter of the hospital faded into nothingness and all he could hear was the sound of his heart picking up pace. The room faded from his periphery and all he could see was her. Avery. This was the exact reason he'd avoided the hospital for years. What were the odds that the one time he actually went... She had clearly seen him as well if the expression on her face was anything to go by.
All of a sudden the world rushed back into focus with a sharp pang in his chest as it did. It had been a few years now, but everything still felt fresh, new, sharp, there. Painful. But at the same time, West realized that a part of him had hoped she'd be there. It was a small, quiet part of himself that was dwarfed by the fear he felt as the very idea of seeing her again. But now that he had that part roared to life.
Lurching to his feet without a thought on the action, West sat again just as quickly considering standing wasn't exactly easy right now. But it was very clear now that he'd seen her too. That he knew she was there. That it affected him in a way strongly enough to garner a physical reaction.
His heart felt like it was lodged in his throat the longer it beat at a quickened pace. His chest was tight. His hands shook where they gripped the arms of the chair he was sitting in. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. She couldn't be right there after so many years of no contact. That wasn't how this kind of thing worked. But apparently this time it was. "Avery..." he said, voice to quiet that the sound was lost among the other noises around them.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 25, 2017 17:59:04 GMT -6
It wasn't often that West got a chance to escape his desk at work. Strangely there was a lot to do with magical law. It was honestly kind of unfortunate because he found every aspect of it incredibly boring. However today was a bit different. He actually got away from his desk for his lunch, instead of grabbing a bite and just going straight back. He might have hated his job, but he did want to succeed at it so he committed as much of himself to it as he could tolerate.
But today, chicken wrap in hand, he decided to have a walk while he ate. Though he'd been at MACUSA for a few years, there were so many sections he'd yet to see. That was the mission for today, to see something he hadn't yet. And of course it was the Department of Magical Law Enforcement that he was drawn to. He'd always been drawn to it. That was what his heart called for, but he'd chosen differently to please his parents. It was the only thing he'd ever done to please his parents.
Taking the elevator down to the department alone felt more right for him than working behind his desk ever had. Sighing a bit forlornly, he stepped out once it stopped, looking around. There wasn't a sign or something that told him he wasn't allowed to be there, so West took that as being told he could. After all if something didn't say no, that meant yes. Totally how things worked.
Post by WESTLEY PATRICK ELWOOD on Dec 25, 2017 17:33:21 GMT -6
Working a desk job had never been something West wanted for himself. It was too much nothing and not enough something for his tastes. So sometimes he felt the urge to go out and find the something. It just didn't always go well for him. He didn't have any sort of training outside of his school years for the sort of somethings that caught his interest. His job certainly didn't provide it either. Magical law... It was the last place he'd ever seen himself after graduating. But then he'd seen himself in a lot of different places after graduating than he was right now.
Luckily this time his fuck up wasn't too bad. Sighing, he let his head rest back on the wall behind him as he waited for the next free Healer to attend to him. He probably could have solved it himself if he'd tried, but he didn't want to risk making things worse by doing that. It was just more that he avoided going to hospital every chance he could. He couldn't risk it. It was only the fear of making the problem worse that drove him to it now. He just hoped it wasn't a mistake.