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Tweak says, "Giddyup pinky toe!"

Lily Evans plays with guns (gunsnlily) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-04 11:11:00

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ch: div: james potter, ch: div: lily evans, p: serena, p: silyara

Who: Lily Evans^div & James Potter^div
What: Time for his Christmas gift.
Where: Hospital Wing
When: Friday, "Christmas"
Warning: Fake images of violence, etc
Status: In progress

The rest of her presents had been drawn, painted, colored, and otherwise made into works of art, but Lily had known what she wanted to give James. This gift was harder than any painting, and to do what she was doing was no walk in the park, of the pleasant or unpleasant variety. This place had been a month without it, and that made Lily a bit antsy as she got ready. Had it changed? Had she changed? Would it be worse than usual? But for the first time, James was coming with her. Time together had taught her a great deal about him, and he had had even more years to come to understand her. But the fear landscape was something beyond private. Her heart beat was already elevated as they stood in the hospital wing, but Lily pushed it down and calmed herself.

She looked over at James with a smile. Perhaps it would be better with him at her side. Lily knew she could do it, alone or with company. And as nervous as it made her feel to know what he was going to see - including, likely, himself - Lily knew they loved each other, and that was stronger than her deepest fears or his. That thought locked in mind, Lily drank her potion. "Ready?" she asked. If they waited too long, no, Lily would still do it. But waiting for something unpleasant wasn't her style.

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gunsnlily
2012-08-13 07:54 pm UTC (link)

His self-deprecating statements usually made Lily roll their eyes, but they often had an effect anyway. That did little once the panic set in, and her focus went to the dirt around them. James helped her climb up, even as her handholds and footholds crumbled beneath her and attempted to drag her with them. The dirt itself did not bother her, but the way it was hard to see the top, to see the light, was. As long as it had been since she had been through her landscape, Lily's practice kicked in, and James's calm help worked too.

They climbed up into a room with a glass wall. There was no door. On the other side there was a uniformed woman, not in Dauntless gear, but not distinct either. Farther away sat her father, in his bright Amity clothes - red trousers, with dirt around the ankles like when he had been with the vines all day, a yellow shirt buttoned up, with the sleeves pushed up, simple shoes, and a hat to protect from the sun. He stood in front of a wall, his wrists bound together, but he did not try to escape. Lily knew what was going to happen. She pounded against the glass, as her father did nothing to escape. The landscape flickered, and it was Harry sitting there, who looked like the Harry's she had met here. It flickered back and forth between the two until she had simply pressed against the glass and said goodbye, recoiling back at the gunshot.

Then they were back in London, except Lily was being kicked out. She was no longer Dauntless. That fear, this time, became easier to conquer, perhaps because so many people simply had no factions at the compound. There was a way to live, as hard as that was to see.

The next fear, however, Lily gritted her teeth for. They were in a sparring room, and now there were two Jameses. One was a part of the landscape and began sparring with her, lightly goading her on with encouragement, in the ways that had angered her before. They weren't even always like James, they were just hurtful statements, angering statements. Lily was trying to hold back, but one of her punches went through anyway, drawing blood. Her hands went up, as if to end the sparring, but the not-James lunged right at her. Lily defended herself, firmly. Again it drew blood and her heartrace increased even more.

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