Im mela ar' naur By: Jesse Drache
Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood or the characters, if I did, bad things would ensue.
Warning: This is Ephram/Bright slash; if you don't like it, don't read it.
Rating: Pg-13 but may get higher as time goes on.
Chapter 8: Lirva
Ephram stormed into his room, slamming and locking the door behind him before
collapsing on the bed in pure exhaustion.
He laid on the bed for several minutes before he gathered enough strength to move to the
top of the bed and pull his legs up under his chin, wrapping his arms around them and
burying his face between his knees.
He stayed like that for several minutes, listening to the commotion caused by people
downstairs and attempting to keep the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes at bay.
Burying his face further, he tried in vain to calm himself and slow his frantic breathing.
After what seemed like an eternity of torment, he finally fell asleep his head against his
knees. Lulled by the sound of his own breathing and the music coming from the piano
downstairs.
***
Twenty minutes later, Ephram was awoken by someone knocking on his door.
Rolling over onto his back, Ephram cursed softly under his breath before getting up and
attempting to look slightly less unruffled by straightening his clothes.
He finally opened the door to find Delia looking up at him with big, wide eyes.
"What do you want?" he asked, his eyes adjusting to the lighted hallway.
"Dad sent me to get some blankets from your room. Bright's sick and there aren't any
clean ones in my room."
Ephram was instantly concerned about Bright's health, but pushed his reaction deep
down as he searched his closet for his spare sheets.
He handed the blankets to Delia and followed her out of the room.
To his right he could hear several voices coming from Delia's room.
He recognized two as his father and Bright, neither of who he wanted to see, so he turned
the other way and went down the stairs.
***
Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he found himself wishing that he had just stayed
in his room.
From across the room, Amy spotted him as soon as he entered the room and excused
herself from whatever conversation she seemed to be having with her grandmother.
"Ephram, can we talk?"
Damn, why does everyone need to talk to me today? Ephram thought. But instead of
saying what he was thinking, he grabbed his coat and went outside into the porch.
"I know that what Bright did was wrong, but I think you should give him a chance."
Amy began.
"This is your unbiased opinion?" Ephram said, keeping his gaze on the falling snow.
"Yes, it is. He really feels bad."
"I just don't know what to do anymore." Ephram said, giving her one last meaningful
look before turning back to the snow.
***
They remained like that an immeasurable amount of time until the silence was disturbed
by a loud out roar of voices, a moment before the door burst open and his father,
grandfather and Dr. Abbott ran out carrying Bright between the three of them.
"What happened?" Ephram said, running up beside his dad on their way to the car.
"His appendix burst, we're taking him to the office. Take care of your sister," his father
told him as they moved Bright to the inside of the car.
Ephram stepped out of their way, turning so he could look at Bright's pale face.
Their eyes met and he saw Bright's lips move.
Ephram was hit with a pang of guilt when he realized that even through all the pain that
he must be feeling Bright was still trying to apologize to him.
Ephram watched in silence as they sped away, staring blindly into the night before the
tears that had been threatening to spill all day, overtook him and he was overwhelmed by
sobs.
***
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I hope I can get the next one out to you soon. Mina-
Nel, I learned Elvish for another story that I am writing but I ended not using it in the
dialogue as I had originally intended.
Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood or the characters, if I did, bad things would ensue.
Warning: This is Ephram/Bright slash; if you don't like it, don't read it.
Rating: Pg-13 but may get higher as time goes on.
Chapter 8: Lirva
Ephram stormed into his room, slamming and locking the door behind him before
collapsing on the bed in pure exhaustion.
He laid on the bed for several minutes before he gathered enough strength to move to the
top of the bed and pull his legs up under his chin, wrapping his arms around them and
burying his face between his knees.
He stayed like that for several minutes, listening to the commotion caused by people
downstairs and attempting to keep the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes at bay.
Burying his face further, he tried in vain to calm himself and slow his frantic breathing.
After what seemed like an eternity of torment, he finally fell asleep his head against his
knees. Lulled by the sound of his own breathing and the music coming from the piano
downstairs.
***
Twenty minutes later, Ephram was awoken by someone knocking on his door.
Rolling over onto his back, Ephram cursed softly under his breath before getting up and
attempting to look slightly less unruffled by straightening his clothes.
He finally opened the door to find Delia looking up at him with big, wide eyes.
"What do you want?" he asked, his eyes adjusting to the lighted hallway.
"Dad sent me to get some blankets from your room. Bright's sick and there aren't any
clean ones in my room."
Ephram was instantly concerned about Bright's health, but pushed his reaction deep
down as he searched his closet for his spare sheets.
He handed the blankets to Delia and followed her out of the room.
To his right he could hear several voices coming from Delia's room.
He recognized two as his father and Bright, neither of who he wanted to see, so he turned
the other way and went down the stairs.
***
Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he found himself wishing that he had just stayed
in his room.
From across the room, Amy spotted him as soon as he entered the room and excused
herself from whatever conversation she seemed to be having with her grandmother.
"Ephram, can we talk?"
Damn, why does everyone need to talk to me today? Ephram thought. But instead of
saying what he was thinking, he grabbed his coat and went outside into the porch.
"I know that what Bright did was wrong, but I think you should give him a chance."
Amy began.
"This is your unbiased opinion?" Ephram said, keeping his gaze on the falling snow.
"Yes, it is. He really feels bad."
"I just don't know what to do anymore." Ephram said, giving her one last meaningful
look before turning back to the snow.
***
They remained like that an immeasurable amount of time until the silence was disturbed
by a loud out roar of voices, a moment before the door burst open and his father,
grandfather and Dr. Abbott ran out carrying Bright between the three of them.
"What happened?" Ephram said, running up beside his dad on their way to the car.
"His appendix burst, we're taking him to the office. Take care of your sister," his father
told him as they moved Bright to the inside of the car.
Ephram stepped out of their way, turning so he could look at Bright's pale face.
Their eyes met and he saw Bright's lips move.
Ephram was hit with a pang of guilt when he realized that even through all the pain that
he must be feeling Bright was still trying to apologize to him.
Ephram watched in silence as they sped away, staring blindly into the night before the
tears that had been threatening to spill all day, overtook him and he was overwhelmed by
sobs.
***
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I hope I can get the next one out to you soon. Mina-
Nel, I learned Elvish for another story that I am writing but I ended not using it in the
dialogue as I had originally intended.
