| july 1977 |
[15 Jan 2016|12:59am] |
Tommy had tried to make himself look as... normal as possible before he had left his Cheshire manor that morning. It was odd enough for him to be going into a muggle city in the first place, but even if it weren't, his intentions alone were reason enough to want to appear nondescript. He had settled on a simple pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, a combination that was far more plain than he was used to, but that was exactly what he had wanted. Besides, where he was going, he doubted anyone would be in any place to judge his dressed-down appearance without coming across as highly hypocritical.
It wouldn't exactly matter for much longer if they did, anyway.
He had spent the previous evening looking into his options, and decided that Manchester was both far enough away from Wilmslow and a plausible place for accomplishing what he had set out to do; and he had been correct. The weight of the metal weapon in his jacket pocket was a stark reminder that he had accomplished what he had set out to do, and, yet, he found himself wandering through the city rather than making his way back home. It wasn't that he was afraid, at least, Tommy didn't think so. No, he had fully resigned himself to what he intended to do over the preceding weeks.
Still, now that the time had come, he was in no rush. There was no harm in drawing it out just a bit longer, was there? It wasn't even noon yet. If this was going to be his last day on earth, well, he ought to last it out, right? Right. Of course, that didn't mean he had to be particularly conscious of it, and Tommy allowed himself to get lost in his own thoughts as he walked the streets of the unfamiliar city. He was going over a mental checklist in his mind, once again making sure he hadn't missed anyone when writing his letters, when a familiar voice caught his ears, causing him to halt his steps.
He glanced around, and made to resume walking when he failed to spot the classmate he was expecting, until he noticed someone rolling out from underneath a - what were they called? Motor vehicles? Yes, that was it, but why would anyone be underneath one? As the person in question sat up, Tommy felt himself stiffen, recognizing the face that had come into view. He had been right, he had heard who he thought he had. Pip Piperi, one of the many muggleborns - mudbloods, he reminded himself - in his year at Hogwarts. That was the last thing he needed, to be spotted by someone like Piperi. Although it wouldn't matter mere hours from then, Tommy couldn't help feeling that it was vital he not be seen by the other boy, and was quick to duck his head and begin walking past the shop - or garage, as the sign above the door called it.
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[07 Nov 2015|12:20am] |
ALTERNATE TIMELINE; january 2013, freshman year.
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| text to sky; early september 2015 |
[05 Oct 2015|04:10am] |
[set late afternoon; after cae's first soccer practice of senior year]
sooooooooooo.
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| thread || 16.08.15 |
[29 Aug 2015|03:03pm] |
SUMMER VACATION; further aftermath of this
Despite Mr. Porter's constant dismissals and warnings to stop coming back, Skylar made sure to visit Caelan regularly at the hospital throughout his recovery. True, some days he didn't make it past the visiting room, when Knox would shake his head as if to say, no, he still doesn't remember, but he was trying. He wanted to be there for Caelan, even if Cae still didn't know how much they mean - meant? - to one another. Being at Caelan's side was more important than his own pain and heartache, and, in the event that Caelan's memories never returned, Skylar couldn't bear the thought of losing him entirely. Even if Cae never loved him again, he wanted the other boy to know that he was there for him, that he could be a trusted friend.
It was getting a little easier, a month into it all, because at least there was a spark of recognition in the other boy's eyes when Skylar would walk through the door, even if it was only from seeing him so frequently over the previous month. It was better than the sorrow and guilt that had been swirling in Cae's eyes when he had first admitted that he couldn't remember him. He had been trying so hard not to pressure the other boy, understanding that his mental state was delicate, but had still tried to bring Cae's memories back a few times; had tried showing him videos of the band, pictures of them, retelling some of the stories of their relationship. It never seemed to do more than frustrate Caelan and make his head hurt, and Sky always left feeling guilty and more heartbroken than when he'd arrived.
Today, he wasn't planning on doing any of that. He just wanted to enjoy whatever time he and Caelan would be given without doing something to ruin it. Even when Cae couldn't remember anything, he was always happier when they simply hung out, and Sky could almost pretend like things were normal for an hour or two. It was with that in mind that he stepped into the blond's hospital room shortly after getting off work for the afternoon.
"Hey, Cae," he greeted, offering the boy in question a small smile as he moved further into the room, "How are you feeling today?"
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| thread || 11.07.15 / 14.07.15 |
[29 Aug 2015|01:02am] |
SUMMER VACATION; the accident happens on saturday 11th, cae wakes up on tuesday 14th.
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| mid-fifth year, during a lunch break |
[18 Feb 2015|10:42pm] |
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( Warded to Evie )
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| during a transfiguration lesson in fourth year |
[16 Feb 2015|12:10am] |
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stop glaring holes through ya desk, wren. wha'd'it ever do to you?
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| mid-november 1977; warded to pip |
[07 Feb 2015|12:34am] |
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I've a shift alone in the Paddock tonight. You ought to come help me keep warm.
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