Atlas Demetri Cornwell (notagoodboy) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-10-04 10:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 10, former character: atlas cornwell, former character: minerva longbottom |
RP: The Healing Process
Who: Atlas and Minerva
Where: His flat
When: October 4, 2024, late afternoon
Warnings: Adult
Summary: Atlas wants some company after the moon, and knows just who to go to.
Status: Complete
It hadn't been an easy moon, but he had definitely endured harder. Octavius kept him good company. . . until the other wolf arrived. Atlas had gotten Oc out of the way in time, but he was left to fight off the wolf alone. A real wolf. And not a happy one.
Eventually he'd run the other wolf off and headed back to the campsite where Oc was waiting, and promptly collapsed in the tent. His back leg had been ripped up by the wolf and he was limping badly.
He passed out, and when he woke late the next morning, back in his own body, his leg a bit better but still hurting uncontrollably. It would be healed in a few days, but until then, he needed to get it wrapped, and quickly. "Come on, Oc," he called then, hauling himself up and limping out of the tent. He was naked, so he needed to be careful that no one was around to see him. Pulling his wand, he waved it over his campsite, packing it all up at once and shrinking it into one small ball. Then he leaned down and grabbed the ball and held on to it before placing his hand on Octavius's back, holding his fur tightly.
"Stand still, boy," he said, then apparated them back to his flat. He let Oc go off to get his food or nap, or whatever it was he wanted to do, while Atlas went straight for the bathroom. He kept a chest under the sink with all of his equipment for after the moon.
It wasn't long before his thigh was all bandaged up, so he limped back to the main room. Bartholomew had flown back right before his transformation, and now was waiting for some treats at the window. Atlas obliged, then pulled out a quill and parchment. He'd promised to write Minerva, and had no intention of backing out of it.
Minerva,
I made it. I'm back at the flat. Had a bit of a rough night. You should come see me. It would cheer me up. So would some Firewhiskey.
-Atlas
Once Bartholomew had flown off with his letter, Atlas limped to the bedroom and pulled on some loose fitting sleep pants before he collapsed on the bed. He needed rest. The moon was exhausting, and it was even worse when he got hurt. He just hoped Minerva got there fast.