bd_dylan_v (bd_dylan_v) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-09-13 23:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 09, character: dylan vaisey, character: james sirius potter |
RP: Talking about it
Who: Dylan, James
Where: Their flat in London
When: September 13, 2009 (late night)
Rating/Warnings: Low
Summary: Dylan and James talk about the murder scene for the first time.
Status: Complete | Private
It was late at night that he sat on his bed trying to read. Falling asleep had become harder after investigating the attack, every time he closed his eyes and relaxed, the image of the murdered man appeared in front of him – his face half missing, teeth marks all over his body.
He didn’t even want to think about how it was affecting Jamie, though he was fairly sure he was having problems sleeping too. They’d slept in the same dorm for seven years, and though they were in separate rooms Dylan still just somehow knew that Jamie wasn’t sleeping. He’d been surprised if he did. He had trouble falling asleep and he’d seen a part of the scene from outside – James had been right in the middle of it. At least for him, reading usually helped. He’d read until he was too exhausted to think, then fall into a deep dreamless sleep. Daytime he could usually push the image aside. It was just the time between going to bed and falling asleep that was hard.
Tonight though, reading didn’t come easy. He felt restless, and had Albus not been sleeping in the next room, he would have got up from the bed and headed out into the living room. Possibly he’d knock on Jamie’s door and talk to him, as in really talk, because really they hadn’t spoken about it. Not really. He didn’t want to push (and most of the time preferred to pretend it wasn’t on his mind) and with everything they were both busy as hell anyway.
But now Albus was sleeping in the next room, and so he couldn’t go out there without waking him up. He still wanted to talk to Jamie though. As much has he’d been avoiding the subject like the plague, pushing it far from him and acting like everything was just fine, he wanted to talk to Jamie now. He sighed, staring at the wall before the obvious solution came to him. They were wall to wall, and he was a wizard, and he knew where James kept his furniture.
Grabbing his wand from the nightstand he spelled a door in place. A second later he was knocking, having pulled a pair of jeans on over the boxers he usually slept in.
“Jamie? Are you up?”