Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-14 00:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | deshan patil, florence anweller |
rp log - deshan and flora
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY deshaned)
WHO Deshan Patil and Florence Anweller
WHEN Saturday, lunchtime
WHERE 7th-year boys' dorm, Gryffindor tower
WHAT Flora finally manages to sneak into Deshan's room and attempts to bring him a little comfort that he needs.
RATING PG
Deshan could vaguely recall voices around him most of the morning. Everything since last night seemed to be in a blur. He really hadn't gotten up much since then, except for two minutes that Saturday morning to brush his teeth -- though he went right back to bed after that. He hadn't been alone all day, per se, mostly when Devi had entered the room and they had shared a hug and a whole load of tears. He was supposed to take care of her, according to his mother. But who was going to take care of him?
After she had left, staying in bed had only brought Deshan in and out of short sleeps, during which he really didn't get any rest. Just waking up dazed and then realizing why he was still there was enough to get him knackered again. And so, he was awake for the umpteenth time that day. Everything seemed much more quiet around him than before. Maybe his roommates had finally left. For lunch perhaps? Though Deshan had no idea what time it was.
Deshan sat up, contemplating whether he should get up and find out, but Merlin.. what was he going to do when he left and all eyes turned to him? Break down again? No thanks. Sighing, he flopped back down onto his stomach.
Honestly, Flora wasn't sure why the room had been emptied, but there it was. It was relatively simple for her to slip soundlessly through the door to make her way to the bed with the curtains drawn. She held a turkey sandwich wrapped in a napkin; she was sure that he hadn't eaten all day and worry prompted her to continue the trend started when Ro went to the hospital wing of snatching a bit. Pausing uncertainly outside of Deshan's closed off and quiet bed, she bit her lip slightly. "Deshan?" She paused, determined to not ask something stupid like if he were all right. "It's Flora. I... Just wanted to check on you, I guess. I brought you a sandwich if you're hungry." And a hug, but she didn't want to say that out loud. Boys were funny like that, she'd noticed.
Deshan jolted up again, when he heard a voice. He apparently had been getting used to the sound of his own breathing that hearing someone else speak in the room took him by surprise. But it was only Flora.. as thankful as he was for having a terrific friend like her, Marlene, the twins and many others, he still didn't think he had the energy to do anything but lie there. A surprise from someone who was always full of it. "I'm not hungry." It wasn't a harsh statement, but mutteredly quietly. It wasn't something that told her to go away, because he reached out and budged one part of the curtain aside as an invitation anyway.
Flora nodded even though he couldn't see, and she put the sandwich on his bedside table and put a charm on it to keep it moderately fresh. She took him up on his unspoken invitation, sliding onto the bed and letting the curtain fall back so that they were shrouded mostly in darkness. Unerringly, her hand found his back and she rubbed lightly, not saying a word for a moment. For many moments. Sometimes, just having someone there was enough. She figured he'd speak if he wanted to.
The backrub was nice and comforting. Of course the fact that it was comforting and obviously a sign that he had the best friends anyone could ask for sprung tears to his eyes again. Except half his face was in the pillow. All he had to do was turn and wipe his eyes before moving his head in Flora's direction. "Where is everyone?" he asked, blinking slightly. There was no doubt that he had been crying earlier that day considering his eyes were still red.
"Not sure. Lunch, I think. I've got in the habit of eating quickly, it seems," Flora said, shruggingly slightly but not stopping with the backrub. "Is Devi all right? I don't think that anyone would have any problems with her staying in the seventh year Ravenclaws's room, or we'll smuggle her into Gryffindor Tower for the night if we have to. She can stay in my dorm." And Flora was absolutely serious.
Deshan gave a mumble that didn't really seem to sound like anything understandable though it was more like an "oh I see". But he did shake his head slightly to her question. Of course she wasn't. Deshan was Devi's only sibling.. a brother. Nikkita had been the only person close to a sister that she had.
Not anymore. And not only was she hurt because of the loss, but frightened as well. She was so young, Deshan wasn't surprised that a part of her might have been thinking if their family were targets for some unknown reason. "I think I can get Amala to look after her," he replied, lifting his head up more so she wouldn't hear incomprehensible mumbling. "Thanks, though. It's up to her."
"All right. I'll talk to her if I see her, but I'm sure you'll talk to her over the journals." Withdrawing her hand, she clasped both of them in her lap. She felt, strangely, as though she should say something more to him, go on about how she was sorry she was. But the words wouldn't come and so she sat in continued silence. "Do you need anything else? I mean, I know that's a rubbish question, Desh, but I don't know. I hate seeing you hurt. I hate seeing any of you hurt and I can't do anything to stop it."
"Yeah.. thanks," he said again, turning over to his side when she moved her hand away. "Actually, I don't really.. know where my journal is right now, but I'll probably go there and see her eventually too." Most likely, one of the other boys must have hid the thing. After hearing it on the WWN, there was no doubt that the whole school must have known. But Deshan never gave it a thought to pick up the thing and read through it. Nor did he care. "I don't know. I.. just don't know." He sighed, slightly relieved that he was at least able to talk without choking up. "I want to go home."
"Understandable." Flora shifted a bit, pulling her legs up to the bed. "We'll get you through this, you know." She sighed, able to finally make out his face. "I wish you'd eat something. I know you don't want to, but you should."
Deshan let out a slight groan, that almost sounded like a child grumbling when a mother told him to do the same thing. It might have been amusing if the circumstances on which Flora was there were any different, perhaps less severe.
He looked at the sandwich on the table for a moment and sighed. "Yeah, I'll eat later."
She tilted her head a bit. "You better. I happen to know where you sleep." She tried to tease, but knew that it was falling mostly flat. "I wish I could do more for you."
His attempt at a smile came out a little weak. But he did push himself up to a sitting position. Even if he was slouching against the headboard. He reached up to scratch at his head and then looked at her. He had no idea how he looked... probably like he was getting some of the good stuff from Stubby along with his hair sticking up in different directions. "You've done a lot. It means a lot."
Flora pressed her lips together, sighing slightly. "Come here," she said, leaning forward to draw him into a hug. A bit selfishly, she didn't know whether it was more for him or for her. "You've heard this so much, I know. Let me know if you need anything, or just want to talk."
Deshan didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around his friend, propping his chin against her shoulder as he hugged her. He didn't really say anything to her words except for a slight nod of his head. He was busy at the moment, holding back the fresh tears from spilling out again. Considering they had all grown up together, it didn't seem like a big deal to get emotional, but he should have been stronger, especially for his sister.
It was a curious thing, knowing without looking that someone was holding tears back. There was a certain way they held themselves, their lungs paused as if in the middle of taking a breath, and a strange silence as they fought for control. Flora held him until he pushed back, and then, moving in pure instinct, kissed him on the cheek, a motion she'd made dozens of times to countless friends and her own brother over the years. Leaning back, she studied him. "You'll be all right, Desh."
Fortunately, Deshan had managed to blink anything away before he moved away, grateful for the kiss too. "Yeah," he muttered, nodding again, and giving her a pat on her cheek as another thank you. Truth be told, he really wasn't sure if he'd ever be allright after this. There was no telling at the moment. But he wasn't going to let Flora know of that. So he gave her a slight smile anyway.
"Right. Well." Flora paused a moment, then moved to slide from the bed, parting the curtains as she did so. "Try to eat, yeah? I'll see you later. I think I'm going to find Roland." Reaching out, she gave his hand a brief squeeze before turning to leave the room just as quietly as she had entered.