Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy (malfoylegato) wrote in shipsahoy, @ 2016-02-24 14:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! scene, scorpius malfoy (malfoylegato) |
Who: Scorpius Malfoy and Allison Argent (AU)
What: Babysitting the basketcase
When: Wednesday Afternoon
Where: Room 116
Warnings: Discussion of violence, assault, death, self-harm, drugs, alcohol abuse, a trip down the rabbit hole...
Status: Closed/Ongoing
Sobriety sucked, and forced sobriety when all he wanted to do was forget and stay in that place where everything was good and happy and fun was even worse because it meant he had to remember and recognize that everyone in this fucking room had someone to fit next too, and he was just jagged edges that didn't fit anywhere.
He did, but not anymore. Now everything was like an open wound and it hurt every time he breathed and it felt like someone had ripped a piece of him out. All he wanted was Chris, but Chris wasn't here. Chris had asked about him, had wanted to know about where it happened and then there was nothing. And no matter how high or drunk he got, he couldn't quit get far enough to escape the pain, but it had helped.
And then they had dragged him back here, and taken it all away, and it was worse. Worse because he was sober and could remember and he could see and hear. He knew he should fucking be happy because he was the one who created this, he was the one who set up Adam and Lils, pushed Teddy and Morag together, but now it hurt and all he could do was sit and stare out the fucking patio doors because they were spelled shut so he wouldn't jump off the bloody balcony. Not that he had been serious about that, much.
And then they had left. And Allison was here. Chris' Allison. He didn't know if that worse, or worse.
"You don't have to stay. I can't even leave the room." It would take at least a few hours for him to work past the barriers they'd set up, even wandless.