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bl_collin (bl_collin) wrote in bloodlines_rp,
@ 2017-08-02 22:04:00

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!retcon, collin haussler (oc), dec 2002, loc: falcons team flats, loc: london, nicholas fleming (npc), oliver wood, type: rp

Awful Truth
Date & Time: Saturday, 28 December 2002 | Evening
Post Type: RP
Status: Complete
Character(s): Collin Haussler, Oliver Wood, other Falcons as needed/wanted
Location: Falmouth Falcons Training Facility and Team Flats
Summary: The Falcons deal with the aftermath of an incident at their most recent game
Retcon Info: Picks up after this thread, except with it pushed back to the 20th and other Dec threads pushed back accordingly. No major changes.

“What the actual fuck were you thinking, Haussler?”

Fleming’s voice carried into the common area, but Collin simply sat there, gazing down at his hands in his lap. He was tired in a way that he hadn’t been since he’d been in hiding just because of his blood status. The ferocity he had shown on the pitch just a few hours ago had vanished altogether when the Magical Games Department’s owl had arrived with a very formal looking document that said, in part, “…suspended, pending a formal review.”

It might well have been a howler as much as the words were echoing around his head. “I’m serious, Collin,” Fleming was saying; his voice had gone hoarse from all of the shouting he had done both at the match and in the subsequent hours, at him, at the team, and at the officials. “What the hell happened out there?”

Collin glanced up at his captain, but couldn’t hold his gaze. “I couldn’t let him say that about Elena,” he mumbled, and felt his face grow warm. “You didn’t hear him.”

As excuses went, it was really bad. It had been really bad at the time, of course, kind of the worse, but his rational mind had been temporarily obliterated by blind fury and the sort of bone-deep grief that he wasn’t even aware he was capable of feeling until he was dragging the other man 50 feet to the ground, fists pummeling every square inch he could get his hands on. His own throat still felt raw from the primal screams that had been ripped from him as he attacked. It was only their hard landing that had finally snapped him out of it. Collin had taken the brunt of that landing, still had the burn of healing ribs to show for it, the ache of newly patched lungs reminding him of his shocking display with every shallow breath.

Fleming stared at him, he could sense it, could feel the weight of his disapproval in the shadow that loomed over him. “We’ll fight this,” the other man said, and Collin saw the shadow unfold his arms, saw one of them start to reach out toward him, but it fell back to his side. Even his shadow looked tired. “We’ll get you reinstated, but it’s pretty likely that the Department will drag their feet on this. We’re not exactly the golden child of the league. Merlin, Collin, you almost killed him.”

He winced, but otherwise didn’t move or say anything else. Fleming pushed out a slow sigh, and then walked to his office door and pulled it open. “Pack a few things, and then head to your parents’ place. The Department’s letter was very clear about this point. We’ll owl you with any updates.”

Collin nodded his understanding miserably, pushed himself to stand stiffly, and then left the office. This was officially the worst day ever.

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bl_oliver
2017-08-13 01:26 am UTC (link)

Oliver nipped at Collin's throat and felt a pounding heartbeat under his lips as he moved with the prodding of the other man's hands, making an unconscious noise of protest as Collin pulled away to sit up. Things didn't usually start this way for them, and he couldn't say he minded having that moment of enjoying the view. He'd always appreciated Collin's lithe, muscled frame, and the way he carried himself that screamed Seeker in a way that was incredibly attractive. His hair was still tousled, and while Oliver didn't like thinking of the inadequate sleep that had caused it, he did like thinking of how soon he'd be digging his hands back into it.

He couldn't resist briefly tracing Collin's abdomen with his hands before he obliged and sat up just enough to pull off his own shirt, tossing it haphazardly to one side. As he settled back down on the bed, though, a bit of light from outside caught Collin's side just right, highlighting one of the bruises. Oliver gingerly rested his hand there, swiping his thumb over the skin. "This scared the shit out of me," he admitted quietly, watching the place where his hand touched rather than the other's face. He rested his other hand on Collin's thigh. "Are you sure you're healed up enough?" As much as he wanted to be close right now—which, admittedly, was a lot—he hated the thought of hurting him further.

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bl_collin
2017-08-13 02:30 am UTC (link)

Collin caught his lip with his teeth, face heating under Oliver's gaze, and then even more with the feel of his hands on his stomach. A small moan left him, but it quickly became a low hum of appreciation as Oliver divested himself of at least one article of clothing. As much as Oliver seemed to be admiring him, he was also a captive audience of the man beneath him. Where he was tall and wiry, Oliver was solid, had the kind of arms, the kind of body that he had to actively keep himself from being constantly distracted by- especially now that he got to see him like he was now.

But then the touch changed, and Collin glance down his own body to the spot that Oliver seemed to be unable to tear his gaze away from, and Collin stilled. He had to think about it, listen to his own body. The pain had already become background noise, and it didn't hurt to breathe nearly as much as it had before. He might only have been able to snatch a few minutes of sleep before Oliver had arrived, but it seemed to have done the trick. Except the other wizard's question brought him up short. Had it really? Or was he just willing to be a bit stupid right now.

Collin reached down and covered Oliver's hand with his own. "Sorry," he murmured. "I wasn't thinking in the slightest when it all went down." He let out a humorless chuckle, giving a rueful smile with a small shake of his head. "Maybe we take it slow? Go easy on me? I just... don't stop. Please."

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bl_oliver
2017-08-13 03:33 am UTC (link)

"I know." Oliver understood why he'd reacted the way he had, and he hadn't been lying when he said that the rest of them would probably have acted much the same way. It didn't make it any easier to see. There was a part of him, however overwhelmed at the moment, that wanted to suggest they curl up and get some rest. It would be the healthiest thing, physically. Oliver wasn't so sure it would be best for other reasons, though, especially after Collin's impassioned request earlier.

So taking it slow? That he could do.

"Me? Go easy on you?" He raised a teasing eyebrow, and one side of his mouth quirked up. "I'm pretty sure you've got me at your mercy here, Haussler." He laughed throatily, letting his hands drift to Collin's hips. Despite his playful words, his grip was possessive. "The question is what you're going to do now that you've got me."

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