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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Fifty-Four – Foster Conway, Age 23
They had been home two weeks now, Foster and his brother had stepped back into the roles they had forsaken over a year ago with relative ease. However, working the land did not bring him the same joy as it once had. As he toiled his mind would think back to working alongside his orc brothers and the whip that would fall if they had a misstep. What had once brought him peace and fulfillment was now a chore both physically and mentally. Standing up, resting against the hoe he held, Foster looked over at his brother. Nathaniel worked ahead of him, shirtless, with his blond locks pulled up in a ponytail and his slender ears tucked away under his bandana. Even within the safety of their homestead it was decided they should keep them covered. Sensing eyes on him Nathaniel turned and looked over at him; smiling but the grin did not reach his eyes. Foster worried, his brother seemed to enjoy returning to the fields, he wondered what was amiss.
"Hey you two lazybones," Sara shouted, "There is work to be done!" She was busy laboring alongside them. Once they had returned she could have gone back to working at the house but she enjoyed the fields, so Pa let her stay. Wendy however, welcomed the chance to stay at home and be a mother to her children.
"Sorry, Sis," Nathaniel said, "my hands aren't used to the field anymore." To prove his point he lifted up his palms to show off the blisters.
"Baby Brother," Foster said, "go have Ma heal those … again. You'll toughen up soon, you pampered elf."
"Come with me," he replied, "she can treat the blisters on your back from the sunburn you're getting, she told you to wear a shirt, oh pale one."
Foster snorted, "pale coming from you, I must be as white as a sheet."
"Both of you head back," their father said. "It's good enough for today from you two; we have plenty of hands out here. We'll have you both fit for the fields soon enough, enjoy your time off."
They didn't need told twice and Foster fell in step beside his brother as they walked back to the house. "How are you doing?" he asked.
Nathaniel shrugged. "Hanging in there, Brother," he said.
"How about here?" Foster asked stopping his brother with one hand and placing the other on his chest. "You haven't released the fury in days, has it been extinguished?"
"Last time we terrified poor Lucy," Nathaniel said wrapping a hand around Foster's wrist and gently moving it. "I'm managing it and should I reach the point I cannot, I know where to find you."
Their mother was on the porch as they approached, and under her healing touch their blisters disappeared. Afterwards they hit the shower. Foster let Nathaniel go first, they were rationing the use of the shampoos and conditioners using them only a couple times a week. Days like today they did the same as they did as children and use the bar of lye soap made by their mother to scrub their hair on down to the their toes. Nathaniel came out of the shower naked and shook his long hair. "I miss warm water," he said through chattering teeth.
Foster grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around his brother's waist. "Not with the elves anymore," he said, "keep covered or you'll give Ma a heart attack." Getting a second towel he used it on Nathaniel's hair drying it out the best he could before taking his turn in the shower. He had to agree with his brother about missing the warm water, there was no standing under the shower head, you rinsed off quickly. The cool water did feel nice on his sun touched back; he would have to be more careful and wear that shirt he had been told to. Wrapping a towel around his waist and another around his hair he walked into the house.
Wendy smiled at him as he went past. "Four towels between the two of you," she said, "perhaps you should do the laundry, fussing over that hair more than us women."
Taking the towel off his hair, he shook his long tresses showering her. "You are correct, Sis, air drying is much better!" Dodging her swat he hurried up the stairs and into the bedroom he shared with Nathaniel.
They had rearranged since they arrived, gone were the proper beds instead a couple of mattress were wedged together in the corner. They still slept like the elves. His brother was sitting on the bed, working a comb through his long blond hair. Nathaniel's irritation showed as he roughly pulled out a couple of tangles, after watching the painful show a couple of moments Foster moved over and took the comb from him. Sitting down behind he started working the comb slowly through the hair.
"Talk," he said, "we don't hold secrets; not after what we went through."
"York asked me the other day if I favored men after staying with the elves," Nathaniel said softly.
Foster's hand jerked slightly. "He had no right to ask such a question, that's no one's business but your own."
"I told him, the thought never occurred … I was told it would be decades before my sexual desires awoke. I guess the elfin child in me finds the possibility of sleeping with either females or males as … icky." Nathaniel sighed. "Then he asked … if you and I were lovers. By the Light, perhaps we should do as Pa suggested and move to separate bedrooms; I could take Janice's old room. What they say about me matters not, but was hoping someday you'd settle down; can't have such rumors going about."
Foster stood and moved over to the dresser looking through it for a change of clothes. Getting dressed, he pulled his still wet hair up into a ponytail. Daring not to look at his brother, he kept his gaze turned away. "Sleeping with you in that way would be like bedding my sisters," he said softly. "The thought never entered my mind. I want us to remain together for now, please; I need it as much as you. I slept with a naga for over a year, I'll take your snoring any day." He paused at the door. "Get some rest, Baby Brother; we'll wake you before dinner."
"A nap?" was the sad reply.
Foster knew where his brother's thoughts had gone; they had spoken many nights over the trials both had suffered while apart. Including the forced upon childhood by the elves. "Nay," Foster replied, "just a recharge, the door won't be locked you don't have too … you just sound as tired as I feel. I may be back in a few to join you, something I need to do first."
"What is that?" Nathaniel asked.
Foster didn't answer as he walked out the door and strolled purposely down the stairs. He brushed past Wendy and outside. Each step he took his fury built and by the time he reached the Eastern field and saw York and Grant talking it was ready to erupt. York's friendly greeting was interrupted by Foster's fist to his mouth, his second landed just as solidly.
"What the hell!" York shouted as he blocked the third.
"You had no right," Foster shouted, swinging again. "By the Light do you know what we went through? If I can offer my brother a moment of peace by my embrace then so be it, we don't need it twisted by your bigot ways!"
"I saw you two the other day in the barn," York shouted back as he tried to hit back, "you were close to fucking each other. What if my daughter had walked in on that? You had his shirt practically torn off."
"Holy hell," Grant said, staring between the two men in disbelief.
"He was having a fit," Foster said angrily, "if you ever have the feeling of having your gut pulled out through your throat you may have an inkling of what my brother goes through until then keep your dirty thoughts to yourself."
His next punch was caught by someone from behind and as he lashed out blindly, Nathaniel barely blocked the blow. "Brother, don't do this! He's family; it's just a huge misunderstanding!"
"What is going on here?" Wendy cried, having followed the half-dressed Nathaniel out of the house. The men looked at each other, their emotions still bare. She hurried over to her husband who was nursing a busted lip and nose.
"I second that," their father said coolly as he appeared with Sara and their ma close behind. "What in the hell is going on here?"
Foster shook his arm free from Nathaniel's hold. "Ah since the whole family is here I'd like to make an announcement," he said darkly. "Contrary to popular belief I am not fucking my brother, now stay out of our damn business." His family looked at him in shock. A range of emotions played over Nathaniel's face before he turned and fled back to the house. "Fuck," Foster said as he ran after him.
He was roughly grabbed from behind and his father blocked the punch thrown his way. "We need to talk, now," his pa said gruffly.
Foster watched as Sara ran after Nathaniel. "Now," his father said again.
"I'm not a child," Foster growled, "You can't order me around."
"I'm not asking a child," his father replied in the same tone, "I'm telling my son to talk to me. Tell me what the hell just happened?"
Foster pointed over to where Wendy and his ma were patching up York. "He accused Nathaniel and I of lying together, of course he's a fucking coward and brought it up with my brother instead of me." He was talking loud enough for everyone to hear and the women looked at York in shock. "By the Light, Nathaniel's soul is crying out right now he needs the comfort of family not the hate of bigots. That is all I'm trying to do … why must every step be a challenge?"
"Your spirit is crying out too," His father said, "you and your brother may very well be soul mates in a way deeper than any word there is out there to explain it. I trusted Nathaniel into your care twenty years ago as his big brother and I still do. Go now, he needs you."
Foster ran back to the house, once inside he heard Sara pleading with Nathaniel upstairs. Taking the steps two at a time he found her outside the door to their bedroom. "Please, Brother, he didn't mean anything … men are just idiots, present company included … please open the door. Don't shut us out!"
"Baby Brother," Foster said as he joined her, "we need to talk, now."
"Shorel'aran, Brother," Nathaniel said from within.
"Shore…what…" Sara looked over at him.
Foster thought he had heard that elfin word before, after a moment he realized Nathaniel had said it to his elfin father when they parted, it meant goodbye! Pushing his sister to the side he brought his foot down hard against the door below the doorknob it crashed in, ignoring Sara's shout he raced inside. The next moments played out in slow motion, the crimson blood on Nathaniel's fair skin, the bloody knife he held ready to bring down on his other wrist. Grabbing the injured wrist with his hand he twisted it making the knife it held fall. Squeezing to stop the flow of blood he backhanded his brother hard. "Damn it, no … I told you … I showed you, nothing is worth this … nothing!"
"I'm tired of being the yoke around your neck, Brother," Nathaniel cried. "I'm too human to belong with the elves and to elven to belong with the humans … Pa should have left me to die with …"
Foster didn't allow him to finish as he slapped him again. "Damn it, shut up … shut the fuck up don't you dare disown everything we've been through these past twenty years. The good and there has been a lot of good, the bad, the happy times, the sad times, they have all forged us to be the men we are now."
"I'm no man," Nathaniel said softly, "the elves were right."
Foster let out a shout of frustration. There were sounds of running feet up the stairs. There was no fight left in Nathaniel so there was no concern when he handed the gravely injured elf to his mother a moment later. Once the self-inflicted injury was obvious she looked stricken but it quickly faded as she pulled Nathaniel to her and starting chanting, closing the wound. As she worked Foster found the blade, it was Nathaniel's hunting knife. Taking it with him he went down to the kitchen. Under the running water he washed the blood off his hands, watching swirl into the drain.
He started to shake as he studied the old scars around his wrists, what a hypocrite. "What made you want to live again?" his father asked from behind him.
"Nignath," Foster said, "the orc maiden, she had lost her family and didn't want her to be alone. Pa, he sounded so forlorn, how do you give one hope when he refuses to see it?"
"Your brother's entire life had been built around hope," his father said. "Don't give up on him. I truly think if he was in his right mind, this moment would have never happened. He's still hurting."
"Pa, I know we've just come home," Foster stared at his hands. "Part of me wants to take Nathaniel and leave for a while."
"And go where?" his father asked.
"I don't know, honestly," Foster said. "I no longer feel at home here on the farm, I'm sorry. I think I may do well in the life you turned your back on when you married Ma."
"The military?" his pa said, "they would never accept your brother."
"He was a soldier for the elves; he could be again for the humans, someday but not yet … not until we're both whole." Foster paused, "the farm has run well in our absence, I'm sure it could again with you, Sara, Grant and York …"
"I've asked York and Wendy to leave," his father said. "It is time," he continued waving off Foster's shocked look. "We had planned it before your disappearance. Kyle's father, Henry, and I went together and bought them a small piece of land between us and Corin's. It will treat them well. We got the house and barn built last spring. The grandchildren will still be within walking distance but we won't be breathing down one another's necks."
"Nathaniel will blame himself," Foster said sadly.
"We won't let him," his pa replied.
Foster said, "Nathaniel said he was tired of roaming, hopefully he won't mind another trip."
"That boy would follow you to hell and back," his pa said. "But please for your ma's sake put the thought of leaving off for a bit. Go now; help him get through this night … and many to follow."
Foster embraced his father for a long moment before his sire squeezed his shoulder and stepped back. He didn't miss the tear falling on the grizzly cheek as his pa turned away.
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