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Saturday May 16th 2009
Who: Godric and Blake
What: Angry violent withdrawal
Where: The BGH
When: Saturday night
Rating: R for violence and language
Warning: Verbal and physical abuse
It had been almost 24 hours since Godric had been out of this room, and over a day and a half since he'd last drank any of his potion. At first he had been mad that Blake had tricked him, and had locked him in here like a prisoner. After more time passed, he'd become furious. There were a few times when he had been very close to punching Blake right in the face, but he'd maintained only by destroying other things in the room. Now, though... now he was getting desperate. Everything that went away when he was drinking the potion was coming back to him, guilt and thoughts and worries and because it was sweeping in like a grand tidal wave, it was too much to handle. His hands were shaking, his heart hammering hard in his chest, his breath uneven and quick. He couldn't even look at Blake anymore when he came into the room, but instead Godric sat in the corner furthest from the door, knees drawn up and eyes downcast. He didn't speak anymore, didn't respond when spoken to. He just had to wait this out, until Blake was convinced he was fine, until he could get out of here. If he survived that long.
What: Angry violent withdrawal
Where: The BGH
When: Saturday night
Rating: R for violence and language
Warning: Verbal and physical abuse
It had been almost 24 hours since Godric had been out of this room, and over a day and a half since he'd last drank any of his potion. At first he had been mad that Blake had tricked him, and had locked him in here like a prisoner. After more time passed, he'd become furious. There were a few times when he had been very close to punching Blake right in the face, but he'd maintained only by destroying other things in the room. Now, though... now he was getting desperate. Everything that went away when he was drinking the potion was coming back to him, guilt and thoughts and worries and because it was sweeping in like a grand tidal wave, it was too much to handle. His hands were shaking, his heart hammering hard in his chest, his breath uneven and quick. He couldn't even look at Blake anymore when he came into the room, but instead Godric sat in the corner furthest from the door, knees drawn up and eyes downcast. He didn't speak anymore, didn't respond when spoken to. He just had to wait this out, until Blake was convinced he was fine, until he could get out of here. If he survived that long.