Who: Hestia Jones & Aidan Fitzgerald When: Late Wednesday Night When: Matt & Hestia's Flat What: Talking. Bonding. Crying. Rating: Low
Matt and Aidan had fallen asleep and Hestia slipped from the bed. She couldn't sleep. Images of fire and blood filled her mind, forbidding her from finding any peace. She could hear the screams again, the screams from two years past. Those screams were supposed to be forgotten, but Hestia would never forget. She'd allowed herself the delusion that they were all safe again, that they could be happy. But strangers tried to take that happiness from her.
Sitting on the floor near the front door, Hestia held her knees to her chest. If anyone came for Matt she'd be ready. She didn't have a wand, but Hestia could disarm most people with a wandless spell. No one was getting near her love again. No one.
She didn't notice the tears falling down her cheeks, hitting the worn tee shirt she was wearing. Matt was more than a boyfriend. He was the love of her fucking life and she'd nearly lost him. It had shaken Hestia to her core and she didn't know how to find her way back.