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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Oct 26, 2022 16:35:05 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @george notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip carefully pulled his shirt over his head, the movement causing him to flinch a little. While he had grown accustomed to such pain, it did not diminish it. The combination of sharpness and throbbing would last for days to come and he knew, he could show no sign of it. Not to his father, who would only see it as further opportunity to point out Phillip's weakness.
Only this time, it was so much worse. Because his brother had intervened. Phillip could bear the pain onto himself when left with no choice . . . but seeing his father do it to George, for the sole reason that George attempted to defend and protect Phillip . . . now that was something he could not stand to see. The powerlessness that came with it also fueled his guilt. George was the perfect son, and Phillip could not stand to see him suffer because of the fact that said perfect son, had such a weak brother.
With such guilt eating away at him, Phillip made his way to George's room, lightly knocking on the slightly ajar door before slowly pushing it open. "Brother?" He asked quietly to make his presence known. Phillip never quite knew what to say in such situations. How did he apologize? How did he beg George not to intervene on his behalf anymore? He would have to find a way. "Are . . . are you alright?" Was it incredibly bad? Oh Phillip certainly hoped not. The younger son knew that the scars on his back would never heal and prayed that his dear brother not suffer the same fate.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2022 9:57:14 GMT
george & phillip. tw: abuse. It was horrific, the way their father treated his younger brother. Before he'd seen it with his own eyes, George wouldn't have wanted to believe it was truly happening, but it was hard to deny when he'd witnessed just how cruel a man he could be. The elder Crane had always known that he was treated differently to Phillip, always known his father seemed to have more respect for him, because he was the eldest, the heir, the one he was intent on raising up to be like him. Now he'd seen that side of him, he vowed to never be like him. The patriarch of Romney Hall was a cruel man, and if George was ever blessed with children, he'd never lay a finger on them. When he'd intervened, jumped in to stop his father, he'd expected him to realise the error of his ways. Foolishly, he'd expected him to leave Phillip alone, and rethink his actions. Instead, they'd both taken the whipping, and the shock of it was almost as bad as the pain itself. His back was in agony, unsurprisingly, and that was exactly why he'd disappeared off to his room so swiftly. He should have stopped to see Phillip, check that he was alright, but he simply needed a moment alone first. At the sound of his brother's voice, George looked up, guilt settling in his chest. He should have done more. More to stop their father, more to help him afterwards. How many times had he gone through this? How many times should he have helped him before this? "I will be fine, brother. I'm sure it will take time, but it will heal. I thought...I thought he'd stop. I thought he wouldn't lay a finger on you again. How many times has he done that? Phillip, I am...so sorry. I should have done more."
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Honor Bound
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 0:51:47 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @george notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Hearing George's apology, hearing the guilt in his voice intensified Phillip's own. That his brother would be caught in the middle of their father's anger. That his brother, who was the perfect son would feel the wrath of a disappointed father. "No," he told him in a voice that was surprisingly stronger than Phillip thought himself capable of expressing. Though perhaps when it came to the love he had for his brother, it was indeed a source of strength for Phillip.
"You must promise me, George, to never interfere." There was an underlying tone of plea, begging in Phillip's voice that his brother would agree to this. Their father was angry enough with Phillip. He could not accept that that anger would build onto George as well. Phillip would take such beatings if it meant George did not. He would take them, accept them, and lay his mind to ease in the knowledge that George was spared from such violent acts. "There . . . there is nothing you can do," he told him, attempting to conceal the defeat in his voice. "And I do not wish to see you hurt in any attempt to dissuade him." For it would be futile.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2022 18:06:23 GMT
george & phillip. tw: abuse. It was horrible, hearing his brother talk in such a way — as if he simply wanted to lie down and take it, as if he was so used to it by this point, he knew it was inevitable. George was supposed to be the big brother; the older one, who looked out for his younger brother…clearly, he hadn’t been doing a very good job thus far. How many times had this happened before? How many times had their father beaten Phillip until he was bleeding, simply because he could? There was no need for it, no good reason, and the idea of it had him reeling. Their father was supposed to be a good man, but he was starting to see that he wasn’t. Had he laid a finger on their mother, when she was alive? Did the pattern keep repeating itself?“You’re my little brother, Phil,” he reminded him. It hardly needed to be said, but he was going to say it anyway. What good could he really do, if he couldn’t even ensure his only siblings was unharmed in their own home? There’d come a day when he’d have to leave, go and fight for the country, and then what? He’d be alone at their father’s mercy. It wasn’t as if any of the household help could step in, they’d be fired — or worse. If a man like him could inflict such pain on his own children, he likely wouldn’t stop for anything or anyone. “How often does he do this? I hate to think of you constantly hurting because of him. You don’t deserve that. I’m supposed to be able to protect you…from anything.”[attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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