bd_dylan_v (bd_dylan_v) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-12-01 19:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 12, character: albus potter, character: dylan vaisey, character: james sirius potter, character: lorcan scamander, former character: minerva longbottom |
RP: Dylan, anyone
Who: Dylan, Anyone living at or visiting Garden Court
Where: Garden Court
When: December 1
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Dylan is sick of his own company and moves downstairs in hopes of talking to people.
It was strange, almost, to move from day to day with no attacks. No pain, no screaming, no suddenly bleeding wounds. A very nice strange, of course, but strange all the same, because he'd come to terms with the idea that he was dying, that he'd never expected to sit here on the sofa in the drawing room again.
He had his feet up on the table in front of the sofa, a bowl of rise and some stew or another that he'd found in the fridge in his lap. It was the first real meal (other than soup or toast) he'd had since he was well, the first he could stomach after barely eating anything for days. It was also the first time he'd felt truly hungry, and he had to say it was a rather brilliant feeling. At least when all you've felt for days was nauseous.
He was still annoyed at the invitation from Jamie's grandmother, not so much because she wanted to celebrate Jamie being alive, because that he could more than understand and more than support. He'd gladly have given his own life if it could have saved Jamie's. But because it reminded him only too much of the fact that there was no grandmother there for him. Or anyone who'd care enough to throw a party. Which was another reason why it had always been more important to him that Jamie survived. Jamie had so many who loved him, who would be devastated if he died. He himself had Jamie, Craig and Cass. And of those Craig and Jamie had their families, which was as it should be, even if it did leave him feeling like the odd one out at times. He was usually good at ignoring that feeling though. Well had been. Being cursed and alone in a room while Jamie had a stream of visitors hadn't been very good for ignoring it, and this only added to the feelings that had accumulated during his time at Malfoy manor. That almost no one would miss him if he died.
For now though, he resolved to push the irritation away. To get back to normal where he didn't care as long as he had Jamie and Craig around. He would find something to do on Saturday to keep his mind off things, and then keep finding things to do until this annoying sense of loneliness had vanished. He figured a steady stream of bed-partners would do. That and making sure to surround himself with people and friends. Which was why he was sitting in the sofa now, the telly on in the background though he really wasn't watching it, just enjoying the soft buzz in the background as he listened to the noises everyone in the house made.