[MARLEY] a greater wave to fall

[CHARLIE DEMYAN DAVID]

Brushing a hand through his short, dark hair, Charlie yawned. This wasn't a yawn of the bored and uninterested, but more a yawn of the tired. He'd been up late the night before revising for the test which was in front of him right now, closed on his desk with his pen resting neatly in the centre. This was his minor subject, Psychology, and yet Charlie worked as hard in this as he did in Biology, more through the fact he enjoyed the subject than the obligation for good marks. Sure, he wanted to achieve, but that wasn't his main objective for the hours he put in. The teacher would call in the time in a few minutes, and whilst he had finished ten minutes earlier, he'd already used his free time to check the paper for mistakes, misunderstood questions and such. He'd been known to just rush through questions, read what he thought was there and state an answer, regardless of whether it was right or not. He'd calmed down recently when it came to exams, reading the question, letting himself think and then writing something down which might actually get some marks.

The clock ticked ever slowly, making seconds drag on longer each time he glanced at the clock. Finally, after what seemed like an entire other hour, his professor stood and declared they should put their pens down, leaving their papers on his desk as they left. Charlie was quick to stand up, shoving his pen into the pocket of his jeans before grabbing his paper and stepping quickly down the stairs of the raised lecture theatre he had his Friday Psych lectures in. He gave a nod to his teacher as he hurried out, placing the finished exam script on the desk. He'd grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, but declined putting it on right now. It wasn't exactly frigid weather right now, not like there was snow on every surface. Deciding that he couldn't really be asked to just carry his jacket around, Charlie paused on one side of the bustling corridor, pulling his arms through the holes and shrugging it on over his shoulders. Grabbing the strap of his bag again and slinging it over his shoulder, the nineteen year old carried on in the direction of the main entrance.

Having been around for just under an entire year, Charlie knew the streets and turns of the small island, letting his mind wander as he pressed on. His bag hung loosely over one shoulder, only having a thick pad of paper, mostly unused because of the early part of the term, and one of his Biology text books. The youngest Prince of the British Islands checked his watch currently strapped to his wrist. Looked like he'd been let out of his Psych test a few minutes early, giving him a headstart towards the coffee shop. He hadn't ventured across to the small cafe off the main street for a while, mostly because he hadn't been bothered, also for the fact that he'd been on his holiday spiel and therefore not gone out all that much. Yeah, Charlie worked hard for his grades, yeah they weren't perfect, but he gave it a shot at least. He didn't want to disappoint, which might be something which needed looking into because of the whole 'pretty close in line to the thrown' subject he carefully steered away from.

The cafe looked mostly empty by the time he pushed open the frosted glass door, allowing the slightly warmer breeze waft across his hair. It took a few seconds for Charlie's pale eyes to adjust to the darker interior of the cafe, so he blinked, clearing his eyeline. There was a tucked away table just around from the entrance, lit by the warm lights. Winding his way through the partially vacant tables, Charlie slid his bag from his shoulder, dipositing it by his chair before slumping down in a really un-prince-like manner. Leaning back slightly, the nineteen year old stretched his legs out in front of him, resting his elbows on the table for a moment. Out of habit, he ruffled up his already vaguely ruffled hair, relaxing.

It had been a while since Charlie had really had a sit down with his older brother. Far too long. Marley had met Charlie at the airport when he'd first arrived, but that was about it except for lessons. Still, the young prince had done his best to corner his older brother (he never bothered to say 'half brother' unless forced) and invite him out for a completely impartial, genuinely cam cup of coffee. Hence why he was now seated a few minutes earlier than predicted in the same cafe. Reaching down, Charlie pulled his textbook from the bag by his chair. Flipping it open at a bookmark, Charlie blinked down at a complete page image of the cross section of a blood vessel. Hmn, this wasn't going in, but he'd study it anyway. Making himself comfortable, he propped his book up over his arm, eyes occasionally shifting over to the door to check anyone coming and going.

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Shall make purdy when awake XD

[MARLEY NIKOLAI DAVID]

It was never part of Marley’s plan to return to Europe. He’d been happy laying low in Canada, within the Rocky Mountains. He’d love it, loved the people, the accents, the culture that resided there. But after an idiotic, jealous student had blackmailed him with his identity he’d had no choice but to leave. True, he didn’t come straight back to Europe, he’d taught at a high school a ways away from his college. But somehow he’d been found out by Sir. Charles’ academy and invited to teach. At first, he’d wanted to turn the offer down, but in the end he’d taken it. Why His father died and he had to go back for the funeral. That didn’t mean he’d gone back to hug his ruling grandmother and tell England he was back. No. He wasn’t back to rule. In fact, if he had his way, his little half brother would. Speaking of that little brother, that was one person that Marley had avoided like a plague. He didn’t want the questions, the innocent sadness in his brother’s eyes on the topic of Marley’s quick, unannounced departure. But in the end it had been null, as he’d gotten cornered by Charlie. He should have expected that, being one of his professors and all, but he’d worked hard not to. And yet, there he was, getting ready to go for coffee and catch up.

“Thank you, Elizabeth, you’re dismissed.” Marley called to the quaint little maid that was bringing him fresh bed wears. He was able to put them on himself... He had for almost ten years on his own. He hated servants and maids... Not the people themselves... But the whole serving. The brunette nodded, blushing slightly and scurried out without a word. He shifted back to the mirror as he brushed a hand through his hair. The gel from the morning held it in it’s usual slick, with bangs look. He missed his long curls... More and more. He sighed slightly and pulled the collar of his light jacket up before turning to leave the same way as the maid. He wasn’t sure whether he was excited for the coffee meeting, or not... But excited or not, he wasn’t going to just not show up... Charlie was family. The only family that Marley could really recall treating as family (and being treated as family by). His father had been caring sure, but more in a ‘one day you’ll rule’ way. And his grandmother had never been fond of him and his ‘dirty blood’ though she tried to not let him see.

He slipped out of the door of the academy with little ease and headed towards the cafe that Charlie had mentioned. Sure, Marley had been there before but since having coffee in Canada, it wasn’t the same in Spain and he tended to avoid it. But he’d gone there for the food, and quiet place to read... And the cute barista that worked there during the days. He pushed through the door one he arrived with his shoulder, nervously running a hand through his hair. The bell chimed delightedly and the woman working turned to send him a smile. It wasn’t THE barista. He returned her smile none the less and glanced around to find Charlie. And there he was, tucked away in the dim light. It was still hard to realize that that was Charlie. He looked like a stranger... That was because Marley had watched his brother grow up through magazines and that was it. He’d left when the kid wasn’t even ten, and now he was an adult. It was mind boggling.

As he approached Marley felt a smile tugging at his lips. Was Charlie reading a biology textbook? Half brothers, huh? If Marley didn’t know better... “Hey Charlie.” He said in greeting, plopping down ungracefully on the chair across from him. As usual his British accent was tarnished and ruddy from his years in Canada, rough around the edges rather then the smooth vowels he’d grown up with. He turned his chair a little, ignoring the scraping sound it made so he could face Charlie fully. And the shock returned at how much he resembled their father. It was almost saddening. He’d had so much in common with their father it seemed... Where Marley was the family stain. The only thing he shared with his father was the weakened bloodlines. Which was just fantastic....

He pushed the thoughts away, reaching forward to pull the top of the textbook down, letting his hazel gaze drop to look at the page. “Blood vessels, huh? We’re not into that until the week after next.” He stated, a sidewise smile on his lips. That was his brother. Reading a biology text. “Getting a head start or are you just that bored?” He asked, letting go of the book to lean back in his chair, resting one elbow and forearm along the tabletop. Far too casual for a Prince... Not that Charlie’s posture would be much better. Marley would bet the people they lived with back in England would be having a fit if they could see them now.

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[CHARLIE DEMYAN DAVID]

Charlie turned the page carefully just as a barista pottered over with her pad of paper. It took him a moment to look up, and the automatic light smile graced his features. Unless at a serious diplomatic occasion, try to greet with some resemblance of a welcome. His Spanish was passable enough that he could order without asking her to step out of her native language, and right now that was a good thing. He'd probably stick out even more if he had to ask for English. So, when she enquired as to his drink he politely asked for a coffee. He'd never been all that much of a coffee drinker back in London, and then again he hadn't been much of a tea-drinker either, but he'd acquired the habit in his last years of A-Levels. And he took his coffee as strong as he could get it, black and without sugar. He just liked the taste better that way. The waitress jotted this down and pottered off again. And so Charlie returned to his book. It wasn't really going in at the moment, but he might as well have a quick glance through it.

His short black hair was ruffled continuously, and he didn't tend to stop doing it. There was nothing wrong with the actual haircut, there was just the fact that whatever the occasion, unless serious and diplomatic, Charlie would have to really tell himself not to run his hand through his hair. It was one of those habits everyone developed after a while. Charlie's were running a hand through his hair and tapping his fingers on the table. He'd been told off more than once, well multiple times, at long dinners when he'd started tapping his fingers against his knee. So, he tried to keep the habits in check as much as possible. Right now, though, he was going particularly lax, not bothering to straighten his spine and sit up, drumming his fingers quietly against the table top and even tapping one foot slightly against his chair leg. Yes, very regal indeed!

He'd missed the door opening, either too absorbed in his own thoughts or the text book...most likely the former, when Marley entered. So he jumped slightly at the greeting, his slightly bored expression blossoming into a full blown grin. "Hey!" He replied cheerfully, sitting up slightly. Not out of any obligation to become regal, but because he'd been rather hunched over the table with one elbow leaning on the side. He really hadn't spent all that much time with Marley over the past months, even though they'd see each other more or less every day. But, Charlie had taken to sitting at least halfway back in the lecture hall, if not at the back to draw less attention to himself. He knew Marley would never give him special treatment in lessons just because they were related, but he didn't want anyone to think he might have the chance to do so.

At his older brother's question, Charlie hastily flipped the book shut, hiding the blush slightly by ducking his head to shove the item back into his bag. "Just...ah, opened it at the bookmark I guess. Why, d'you think I need a headstart?" He asked playfully, leaning back in his chair just as the waitress returned with a mug. He thanked her with a smile, wrapping his fingers around the warm crockery, mostly to occupy his fingers. "D'you want something?" He asked, looking over, and slightly up, at Marley, eyes flicking to the waiting waitress and back to his older brother. Taking a sip, and regretting it, Charlie tapped one finger against the mug side. "So, how you been, haven't really seen you all that much this term...except for lessons obvious..." He trailed off with a shrug and his trademark slightly embarrassed smile.

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Dear brother Marley
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Rubbishness
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Yeah...I think the above says it. Sorry

[MARLEY NIKOLAI DAVID]

Marley didn’t really care if Charlie had only been ‘opening to where the bookmark was’, there was still the fact that it amused him highly. At least they could say despite the fact his little brother had grown up in a completely different country while Marley was into his biological sciences the kid had followed his footsteps. Not that Marley could remember too much about when Charlie was a child. Nor had Marley really ever been that big brother that did everything and anything with his little brother. Oh yeah. And not to mention that Marley had lived a huge part of his growing up in Windsor rather than London. Stuck in those stone walls for a long time. It’d been dreadfully cold in the winter, but there was always something amazing about growing up in a legitimate castle. Not that his tutors or handlers had ever been impressed with his wanderings through the parts of the castle that were used by tourists. He’d gotten in a lot of trouble for greeting the commoners in such an unsafe environment. Marley had never cared. Then again, when had Marley ever really cared about being a Prince?

“I don’t think you do, but it’s never a bad thing to be ahead. It’ll make it easier come the next part.” Marley replied, smiling slightly. In all honesty, Marley had to admit Charlie was pretty good. Not that he had a ton of students that were focused in a field of a science major, most were into politics or art. But Charlie definitely was doing just fine and needed no head start in Marley’s professional opinion. It was kind of weird… Being the college professor of his younger brother. He glanced up to the barista as she made her way over, handing a mug of coffee to Charlie. Marley liked coffee, but found Europe’s wasn’t like Canada’s and he much preferred Canada’s… In fact… He preferred Canada to Europe for a lot of things. Not that he’d say it aloud. He smiled at her and held up a hand to say he was fine. He uttered a polite compliment to the lady in a low tone of Spanish then raised a brow at her giggle before he tottered away. Yeah… Maybe he was laying it on… But what could he say, he enjoyed the sight of a girl blushing. Probably why he’d always come off as a player in college. In all honesty he’d never have flirted once with any of those girls if he’d gotten the courage to ask Sam out.

He felt his gaze drop a little as the mental image of her smiling face distracted him. He looked down at the table top for a moment, his brown-hazel eyes fixed on a knot in the wood. People never told you how much you’d regret not letting someone know how you felt. And that one kiss was fixed rigidly in his mind. Even while dating other girls, she’d been at his side as a friend more then he was with the other girls. Before he could dwell to deeply at the fact that she was there at that particular moment, probably in her hotel Charlie’s voice snapped his attention upwards again. “I’ve been alright. There’s been a few issues with students who are a little above themselves. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if we were the only royal children that were taught modesty and self motivation.” He replied sharply, trying not to seem like he’d let his mind wander. After all, he was there for his brother. Not to reminisce and whine over a tender heart.

“And what about you? Doing well in your other classes? Made friends?” He asked, lowering his gaze again to grab a sugar package from the little holder on the table. He opened it and dumped the sugar on the table and began pushing it around with one finger, lining the grains up into a swirly line. He’d always done that at restaurants and at his own table as a child. He grabbed the salt shaker and added some more white grains once he was out of sugar on the table. “Have you heard from our dear grandmother lately?” He asked curiously, letting his gaze move up to his brother’s face a moment before his eyes went back to his art. Not that he was all that interested in what his grandmother had to say. The woman was all for Charlie ruling. Where she’d never been interested in Marley ruling. As far as that woman was concerned Marley should never have been allowed to drag his dirty feet through the house to begin with so to speak. What a hag… he thought to himself, a small smirk growing on his lips. Really, only he was allowed to speak dirt about the current Queen of England. He should have snagged the throne after his father’s death. He’d been the king, because she’d given him the throne. Only for him to go and die. So she took it back rather then let Marley take his turn. He’d have fought for it just to spite the old witch.

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