Meetings (Julian, open to Helena and Godric)

[virtuosic-flair.insanejournal.com]

Julian was sketching, the pencil flying over the page as the drawing took shape below it. He had holed himself up in his room the second he got home from university, leaving his boyfriend and daughter to fend from themselves downstairs. It wasn't that he didn't love them and didn't want to be with them, it was just that he couldn't handle being around them right now. Damon's expectant and sympathetic looks and Aislinn's constant fucking questions.

"Fucking not what I wanted you to look like," Julian growled at the sketch and he ripped it off the sketchpad to start again. He never got the chance though, because his father burst into the room, looking slightly frantic.

"Jesus, you're here. Good."

"Can you fucking knock?" Julian hissed at Joe and instantly felt ashamed. "Sorry. I-I'm not feeling so great."

"I know," Joe, said as he leaned against the doorframe. "You left Aislinn and Damon downstairs. Did something happen at school?" When Julian shook his head, Joe dug around in his pocket. "Okay- You haven't spoken to Dave in months and he's your sponsor. You never see Godric any more." He tossed Julian his keys, which Julian caught easily. "Get your arse to a meeting. Right now."

"Oh, Daaaad," Julian groaned.

"Take my car and go, or I will drag you there. Now. NO arguments, Julian."

That was how Julian ended up at a community hall, sipping on instant coffee, a stale doughnut in his hands. His father had been right though. He had needed to be surrounded by fellow addicts who understood his issues.

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[helequin.insanejournal.com]

"I made me come," Helena told him, with a little comforting smile, the knowledge that being told you needed to come to an NA meeting wasn't exactly a treat. "Thanks. I'm feeling newly mature and adult and full of addictions." She shrugged, self-aware of her own mockery.