Who: Dorcas Meadowes & Sirius Black What: Dorcas has a break down after the recent departures. When: Saturday evening Where: Sirius' House Rating: TBD Status: Closed | Incomplete
It had been a month. A month since Dorcas had first arrived in this mad village and began setting up her life here. Not without its ups and downs, of course. The future had been deeply unsettling and coping with the knowledge she had gained had been difficult. All the death and devastation that lay ahead was horrifying and to learn what would become of the people she held most dear had left Dorcas grappling for solid ground to stand upon. She had done her best, held true and strong in public, and only allowed herself a few brief moments of respite to let her emotions out. She was a soldier, tried and true. It helped to have the support of her friends, of course. Namely Marlene, who had long been her best mate, and Sirius, who she had always been close to but since arriving here had swiftly earned a spot closer to her heart. Things didn't seem quite so bad with them at her side. Marlene's death hung overhead, but it wasn't as real when Marlene was constantly before her, talking and laughing as usual.
That was not the case anymore. Marlene was gone, returned to the point she had been brought from. The point she had died and all Dorcas could think of was how much pain she was in. How scared, how tired and bone weary she must be from fighting, but mostly how she wasn't there. Dorcas wasn't there to help her, or save her. Marlene would die. It was in all the history books. She would die alone and scared and there was nothing anyone could do about it and Dorcas couldn't fucking breathe. It was the last push she needed to go over the edge, the last thing to send her into a panicked spiral. Marlene marked the end of a long line of disappearances, along with Terry and Peter, the latter of whom had ended on a complicated note. She felt sick to think of all the progress he had made here and now lost. And Terry, sweet Terry, who's daughter was without a father. And Marlene, who was dying. And she couldn't breathe. When Sirius didn't immediately answer the door, she very nearly lost it, scribbling a message to him and waiting before his door for him to come.
She looked to be in a right state, her hair messy and knotted from her tugging at it. She was not wearing a jacket or sweater despite the nip in the air, but rather a t-shirt of Sirius' he had left at her hour and a pair of ripped, tattered blue jeans. Her shoes were untied, feet turned in to each other and legs pulled up to her chest so she could tuck her head between her knees in a desperate effort to breathe. Her hands were clasped behind her head, knotted in her hair as she took wheezing breaths and prayed to whatever God there was that Sirius was coming. That she hadn't lost it entirely and he would be here soon. Because there was no way she could do this without him. She couldn't lose him too.