Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg, @ 2015-11-02 01:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: theodore nott |
Who: Theo & OPEN
What: Theo hates Halloween
Where: Wingbeats
When: Halloween night
Rating: R - panic attacks, almost-sex, dub-con (non graphic), Theo warnings
Theo hated Halloween. Holidays as a whole didn't tend to be very pleasant times for Theodore, either from dark associations of his father wanting to celebrate in ways which meant Theo would be hoping to pass out just so that it would all stop for a few moments, or because they wrought havoc on his shot and thready nervous system with their fireworks and loud raucous noises. Halloween had usually been spent at Hogwarts, so the former wasn't really an issue, although he hadn't started school until he was eleven so there was five years of bad associations preceding the brief respite. Theo hated Halloween because of the random fireworks that more and more people seemed to deem necessary but most of all because of the masks.
Fucking masks, people hiding their faces behind a screen that he couldn't see behind, turning every innocent bystander into a threat to his safety, confusing and confounding his poorly mind until he was lost in familiar streets and dislodged from time. Theo never participated in the festivities, even when he'd been at school; he didn't have any belief that made the day hold any significance to him and he'd kept his distance out of respect for the people who did, but that Halloween found him in what could have been called a costume - rarely worn jeans and a black tshirt that suggested he was some movie character even though it was pure fluke - entering Wingbeat.
He'd played at wallflower but had let himself be pulled out into the outskirts of the dancing mass by the movement of the strangers around him and then hadn't protested as some dark haired guy had engaged him in some close dancing. He'd made all the right noises and his body had been pliable and responsive to the hands around his waist and pushing up under his shirt at the back, the mouth against his neck and collarbones and it wasn't long before he was nodding and being led by the hand away towards the restrooms.
He was tugged into the disabled toilets and pushed up against the cold wall from there, the toilet itself in the way of the stranger who was pinning Theo to the tile with his mouth. It wasn't the guy's fault, not really. He'd asked for consent to do this and Theo had agreed and he'd seemed to be mostly coherent, not drunk or high or anything. Theo wouldn't even be able to remember what he'd looked like to apologise to him later on - he wouldn't even be able to remember getting dressed or even coming to Wingbeats, nevermind the incident that led him to a sudden and icy realisation in the toilets of the club with some guy's hand down the back of his jeans, exploring un-underweared skin.
He'd been triggered into a panic attack which had led him to move dissociated and instinctive, not really in control of what he was doing like some self imposed Imperius cast by the shadow of his past self. His poor paramour had been getting fingery, their kiss turning from reciprocal to awkward as Theo's mouth turned closed off and stern and then the guy was losing his hard on as Theo started screaming. He bucked like he was trying to throw the man off and slammed the back of his head against the wall as he did, seemingly unaware of this as he slid down to the floor, still screaming his lungs out, and crawling back to wedge himself between the pedestal and the wall, terrified.
The guy wasn't a complete jerk and ran out of the bathroom trying to catch one of the staff members to deal with thi problem so that he could leave and try and salvage what was left of his night in another club.