thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

Jake looked off to the side for a moment or two, uncertain, before he looked to back to Draco and asked quietly, "do you want to be like your father? Or... are you happier being your own man?" Trying to understand Draco's mind set just a little more. Sometimes it was difficult to comprehend, but he wanted to do his best to figure it out. It felt like he owed Draco that much.

"At first I thought I had wanted to be like my father...but a lot of his ways of thinking are old fashioned and not acceptable now. It also got our family into a lot of trouble." Draco carefully explained. As much as he loved his father he did not love the ideas and views he had.

"I basically want to be my own person and they are slowly accepting that."

Was the father the one keeping them in this crazy no-tech no-electric no-modern lifestyle? Maybe. It would make sense if they were say, old money, seemed kind of crazy, maybe pushing their ideals onto other people. ...More sense. Not total sense. None of it made total sense.

"Do you think they will, in the end? Really accept you if you change, I mean?" If Draco didn't follow their ideals? If Draco liked guys?

"Familys like mine usually banish anyone that choose to think differently. Look at my aunt for instance," Draco quietly pointed out. "I would like to think that this will be different. So far it is...It's a lot for them to take in. I'm not sure how much they area willing to take in though."

The thought of bringing technology to their home or introducing Jake to them were things that he quietly stressed over. It was hard enough for them to let him stay with the Lupins and them accepting that he wants to be a healer and not just stay at home.

Jake's lips thin, pressed tightly together. As someone who had been 'banished', he understood that fear. "...Do you think they will? What will you do if they do?" His voice was soft, concerned because without a plan, it would end up like him. It was a terrible thing, and he had felt so utterly alone until he had gotten to his sister's home.

He took a bite of sausage, watching Draco worriedly.

"To be honest I'm trying to not think of that," Draco replied with a hint of fear in his voice. "This is why most of us never stray from what we're taught to be. We're taught to love our family the most and remain loyal to them...but at the same time we're threatened with the fear of banishment if we stray."

There was a pause as Draco focused on eating to steady his nerves. This wasn't a topic he had been prepared for. "Should things go that way... I'll have you and that's the important thing. I can probably figure out the rest from there." He said in a soft voice.

"Mi casa su casa," Jake said immediately, his look intent. "Seriously, if something goes wrong, you're free to my place. Sasha isn't coming back for months and even then, she only comes for a little while. Trust me... she won't mind." He felt horrible that Draco was going to have to go through this, and from what it sounded like, there was going to be very little choice in the matter for him.

"Thank you," Draco replied relieved to know that Jake would support him in this should things go down that path. He certainly hoped not...but at the same time he wouldn't be surprised if it did. He gave a weak smile. He didn't understand what Jake had first said, but managed to put together with what Jake had added on.

Jake gave him one of those big, warm smiles before he took a drink of tea, realizing this wasn't a great topic of conversation but maybe it had to be done. "...Look, I know it sounds wrong and all but... maybe you should pack up a bag and bring it over? Just in case-- I had to leave with nothing. I was wearing clothes and had my phone but that was it. I couldn't even go back for better trainers."

He gave a nod, but didn't say anything. He understood what Jake meant. He didn't trust himself to speak at this point. He held his cup of tea to hide his shaking hands. It was better be safe to be prepared then have nothing. He might still have the Lupins as someone to rely on, but even then he wasn't too sure. Not to mention they had already helped him enough.

"I'm sorry," Jake murmured after a few bites, sighing quietly before he sipped his tea. "I didn't mean to make this morning, or you... sad." He brushed hair back from his face, shoving back some of the strands even though they fell right back into place. "I won't bring it up again. Instead..."

Another topic, another topic, oh! "What about our trip to London, mmm?"

"Don't worry about it...it was a topic that eventually needed to be discussed," Draco quietly replied.

The mention of the London trip earned a smile from Draco. "What sites do you want to see?" He asked as he went back to finishing his meal. Despite the serious topic earlier he had managed to make a big dent in his breakfast.

"Everything! I've been there a few times-- have you ever been there?" He imagined Draco must have, but it was giving the other more of a chance to talk about it. "I actually wanted to move there, someday. The bustle of the city, all those places and businesses around. Maybe a chance at a better job?" He grinned at that, knowing his job was shit.

"Yeah, I've been there quite often," Draco replied. "We used to take a lot of trips there. Did a lot of shopping there or saw a show or visited a museum."

This was more going with his mother. His father usually had various meetings to attend to on those little trips. Draco never knew what those meetings were for back then, but now he had a few ideas of what they had been about. These trips usually were right around when he left or returned from school.

"Shows? Oh! What sort of shows have you seen there?" Jake was now very curious, considering some of the best productions in the world were based in or came to London. Also something he might not have imagined, considering the way Draco's family seemed to be. "I got to see Les Mis with my mum and dad years ago there. It was really good!"

"I've seen that and a few others. My mother liked to drag me to various operas as well. I had no clue what was being said." Draco replied in an amused tone. "My father tended to avoid going to them."

This was all due to the fact that most of these shows were all Muggle based and there had been arguments about attending them. It was one of the few things that his mother appreciated from the Muggle world and felt that her son should have some exposure to it.

Jake's nose wrinkled and he shook his head. "Never had any interest in operas. I don't know if anyone who doesn't understand the original language does; they're just faking it." It was in a joking tone, though. "So your mum is the cultured one?"

He gave a laugh. "If I had my say I wouldn't have gone to them. I would say it's safe to say that my mother is the more cultured one. My father's all about music...but he's more close minded on things. I've noticed as well that where my mother tends to be close minded he's more open to. In a sense they tend to balance each other out."

"Mmm." A little sound of agreement. "I've always heard those are some of the strongest relationships though, so I don't think it's a bad thing. That whole 'opposites attract' thing, right?" He smiled and took another bite, then offered up in return, "my parents... they're a real odd couple. Dad was a lawyer, really hard nosed and all that, then he found my mom and they just sort of fell in love like a story book, from everything I knew. But he changed her as time went on and now she's as hard edged as him. Couldn't stand the idea of their perfect son being so flawed as to be gay, huh?" He shook his head with a smirk. "He was happier when I was on the soccer team and he could show me off."

He placed a hand around Jake's hand. "I don't think anyone can be perfect... No matter how much we try. I know I was always struggling to gain my father's approval with everything I did. It was like everything I did was never good enough. I had to be better. Even if it was my best."

He paused a bit before asking the next question. Unsure if it was a good question to ask or not. "What was your mother like?"

Jake's smile when Draco touched his hand could have lit up the room. "I feel you on that. I made him proud in every other way, you know? Good grades, soccer team, behaved... didn't matter in the end, though."

But he thought back, trying to remember when he was younger. "...before he started to twist her more, we had a good relationship. She came to all of my soccer games, helped tutor me in English when I was having trouble, helped run the school parent society... But as time went on it just got worse and worse." He shrugged. No big deal, even if it was.

"My grandmother... she's something else. You'd like her."

It had been a little more daring for Draco, but he noted the smile. Seeing that particular smile made it worth it. His parents had always been more quite of showing their love and support to one another. This was a little more open something his parents wouldn't have approved of. Even if it was still subtle.

Seemed like something forced her to change. All he could do was assume as he remembered when his own parents had almost split. "Have you ever thought about reaching out to them again?" he hesitantly asked.

He was ever so curious about this grandmother. Draco had a few ideas of what she could be from what Jake had described. "Maybe someday we can arrange to meet?"

At the mention of reaching out to his parents, Jake looked off to the side, his fork tapping slowly on the side of his plate as he tried to figure out what to say to that. A small sigh before he looked back to Draco. "I... don't know if it's the right time or not. They haven't contacted me or anything since I left. Not an email or a text or a call. They wouldn't even talk to my sister about me."

He shrugged, but it was obvious how much that shrug hurt. "I would love for you two to meet. When we go into London, would you like to? It'd be a bus ride out there but it's only about thirty minutes out to her."

He gave a small frown. "Sorry to hear about that." Noting that shrug, Draco gave Jake's hand a squeeze. He had realized then that his own hand had never left his. Only then then he let his hand go.

"I would like that," he replied. Granted he's never been on the bus before. That would be new.

Jake brightened a little, but some of that light was gone. His parents weren't a great topic. "You'll love her. She has the best house and somehow there are always fresh cookies around." He chuckled at that. "She's a tough old bird."

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