Where: DE meeting place When: 13th October 1982 Who: Brenton && @freyasavery
The last thing on Brenton’s mind at the moment was Buchanan. He certainly wasn’t that interested in looking too hard for him. He probably should care more, because the world knowing that Buchanan was with the Death Eaters might cast suspicion over his arrest of Diggle but while Buchanan was wimping out of his task in the worst way, Brenton was having the shouting match of his life. It had been months of up and down. Mostly ups, in Brenton’s mind, but it seemed Julian Gage didn’t agree. It had been too much. Too fast. The switch from just hooking up to dating and living together and family dinner for Freya and Walden’s birthday and casual domesticity had been so sudden and yet bizarrely, despite it arguably having been the most serious relationship Brenton had ever had, so Brenton. He did intense emotions and passion and when he decided he liked someone he didn’t let go of them easily.
He’d shouted himself hoarse and was still left behind, the house suddenly feeling cold without all of Julian’s things that Brenton had grown used to around the place. Without the cat and the books and the second toothbrush in the bathroom, empty spaces in the drawers and cupboards and only one pair of boots by the door. And no sooner had Ash laid his head on Brenton’s knee in comfort, when the Dark Mark burned.
Brenton was distracted the whole time, so it was good that the message was short and sweet: Find Buchanan and bring him back to their master. He could be anywhere and Brenton had never been a good tracker. He didn’t know Buchanan well enough to guess where he might be. Instead, as everybody else was leaving the place, Brenton went over to a figure he didn’t need to be unmasked to recognise. His fingers wrapped around Freya’s wrist and tugged on her gently. “Can I come to yours?” he asked, unable to completely hide the emotion in his voice, even if he wanted to keep it from the others there.
