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• yikes™ adian rosenberg • ([info]picaro) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2016-10-08 02:07:00

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Entry tags:adian rosenberg, amelia-mae perkins, beaumont winogrand, charlotte towler, group, howell williams, hudson duke, jake bexley, kera ryan, louis bonaccord, mina dippet, oliver comstock, penelope fawcett, sage yates, saoirse mullet, willa montague, zayn shafiq

PARTY POST --- IT'S A BONFIRE!!



| LOCATION: WINOGRAND GARDENS | HOSTED BY LOUIS & ADIAN | ALL ARE WELCOME! | #FRIENDSHIP |


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Mina!
[info]bougeotte
2016-10-08 01:17 pm UTC (link)
Louis silently mused that it had been a long time since he'd drank for pleasure, and that was both amusing and bothersome at the same time. The night felt much needed as it had been a long time since this group of friends and acquaintances and other miscellaneous connections had gathered. It felt needed to celebrate what Adian had been working so hard to accomplish, and it...there really wasn't a feeling other than being needed.

At least that's how he felt. Louis had found himself on the outskirts of the bonfire after talk of playing Truth or Dare had begun to circulate. He was not particularly enthused at the idea of sharing any truths or committing any dares and the bench he was now lying across, which was really an elevated log, had been of the safest distance to appear outside arm's reach of the game. Winogrand Gardens proved to be an excellent setting for the evening, and it was now late enough into the night and he was far away enough from the bonfire that the sky was practically glistening with stars.

The beer bottle he'd precariously placed on his forehead (what better way to maintain your focus?) teetered as his head twitched slightly at the sound of crunching grass. Louis reached up and grabbed his drink before sitting up. Oh, it---he was not sure if she had seen him, but it would be wrong to...or perhaps he should let her---

"Be careful," he called out, pointing a finger toward the slope in the ground that Mina Shafiq was a few feet from, "I slipped earlier. It was not a pretty sight."

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[info]setsun
2016-10-10 09:53 pm UTC (link)
Mina froze, her hands caught in the dying movement of her dress. She blinked, searching for the source of the warning when---

Immediately, her face colored. Or perhaps paled? Fortunately in this dim light, it would be difficult for anyone to tell, and for that, Mina was thankful. Already out of place from losing Sage, she felt fluster bubble in her throat. Seeing old schoolmates was very nice (she had forgotten how much energy burst from Beau Winogrand), but sometimes overwhelming, and with all the faces she had not seen nor spoken to in years---

Sticking her chin out, Mina attempted to calm herself. And that worked, almost, until she remembered the last time she had seen Louis, she erupted into a panic attack. Embarrassment was very easy to relive, so it was in a quiet way that she forced herself to respond to him.

"Are you alright?" she asked, stepping back from the slope in question. She brought her hands to her opposite elbows across her chest. "From your... slip?"

He was, after all, sitting away from most everyone else.

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[info]bougeotte
2016-10-11 01:44 am UTC (link)
"Oh, you know," Louis waved a dismissing hand, "just a bruised ego."

And a bruised arse, but he wasn't about to say that out loud. Louis sent her a quick self-deprecating smile and a shrug before looking back toward the party, where the main bonfire was burning as big as it had all night. The crowd looked a little fuller than before and he wondered what joy people could find from a game that could cause the trouble that truth or dare could.

Or, maybe, he was being too sensitive. Or, maybe, he wasn't entirely keen on the idea of playing such a game in the presence of his ex-girlfriend. Or being in her presence at all. Louis sighed and finished off his beer, wondering about a few things, but ultimately pushing the thoughts aside. He looked back over to Mina, raising his eyebrows in question.

"Are you leaving?" he asked. Louis raised a finger to the sky, looking back up at the stars. "Andromeda is very bright tonight, it would be a shame to miss her."

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[info]theodyssey
2016-10-08 03:10 pm UTC (link)
Beau Winogrand was a very hard person to say no to.

While Sage and Beau had been very friendly in Hogwarts, and still managed to maintain some sort of contact throughout the years after, he had not garnered many invitations to social outings. The first few years out of school, yes, but then it seemed like the former Gryffindor had gotten the hint (which was hard to believe, for Beau Winogrand) that Sage's level of tolerance for going out in public was very, very miniscule.

Which was why he had to make sure that Mina was attending this event, and which was also why he was wondering how he had misplaced his friend. Even Beau had decided to go off and mingle (what on earth...), so Sage made his way about, focusing on the snacks and drinks that were splayed across various sized tables. He was thankful that he'd had the sense (was it sense?) to take something to relieve his anxieties about the night, and it made his murmuring to the person who was waiting for him to decide whether or not he wanted a third treacle tart easier to say.

"If I eat another one I think my stomach will explode," he said, his hand reaching for the tart regardless of the statement. He turned and quite quickly Sage colored. In his peripheral vision he had not realized it was Penelope Fawcett standing beside him.

He felt frozen, but his hands seemed to thaw through first and he pushed out the tart, "Did you want this?"

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[info]peophin
2016-10-12 03:54 am UTC (link)
There were flowers in her hair and a drink in her hand. One of those things Penelope was not supposed to have (the drink), but she was going to relinquish neither—even if, strictly speaking, she wasn't supposed to have alcohol in the event that it interacted adversely with her potion regimen. She had forgotten about that precisely one drink ago, but did have the remaining good sense to ensure she ate something.

Relieved that the party was outdoors, Penelope had summoned the courage to come at Kera's behest, wanting very much to congratulate Adian. And aside from Kera's visits, there had been few friendly faces in the last four months. While she did now get to see other forms of life three to four times weekly, beautifying the alleyways of Knockturn Alley was not quite ripe with opportunities for socialising.

However, explaining her recent absence to curious people (the nastiest case of Cerebrumous Spattergroit) was getting rather old, as was answering what she was doing with her life these days (lying, evidently). To soothe her nerves, she made flower bouquets and crowns with Hestia Jones, but when that had not relieved the irritation, a pretty pink drink that seemed to glitter in the firelight had done the trick.

Blinking at the wizard's dilemma before her, Penelope looked up and thought, was that—? Before his name even entered her mind, there was the dull heat of a flush creeping up her cheeks. In a kneejerk reaction, she lowered her eyes in shyness, but when she peered up at him through her lashes, there was a certain slyness to the slant of her eyes.

"It's metaphorically explosive, isn't it?" she asked. "Sometimes, you can't tell."

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[info]theodyssey
2016-10-12 11:01 pm UTC (link)
Sage turned the tart over in his palm, his eyes dropping down to examine it (yes, the only reason...) and contemplate her question.

"That's a valid concern," he murmured, "you can never tell when Beau is involved..."

While he did not think that his friend would actually put something in the food to make it volatile, Sage had blown up enough cauldrons in his life to be at least a tiny bit cautious of the concoctions he mixed together. Food and alcohol normally did not cause such a disruption (though with enough alcohol consumption one could...), even with the added potions flowing throughout his system, but...

She was joking. His thoughts were going adrift and Sage's lips pulled up. He attempted to break the tart in half and produced the larger piece to Penelope.

"Do you remember me?" he couldn't help but ask. Sage had been surprised by the amount of people in attendance who had recognized him, even if it had been after a double take. Not that he thought he looked much different, but it had been a very long time... "My hair's a little longer."

Amused at his little quip, Sage's smile grew and he looked back up at Penny.

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[info]leveret
2016-10-10 02:18 am UTC (link)
He couldn't remember the last party he attended. Nor, could Ollie remember the last time he had been at Winogrand Gardens. But as he wasn't not enjoying himself (it had felt good to see Willa happy concerning their appearance tonight), and unbothered if neutral about his current location, these lack of memories didn't trouble him.

Instead, Ollie sat back vaguely on the outskirts of the party, perfectly calm beside one of the smaller magical bonfires that had been set up. Ollie hadn't moved much from it all night (Where had Willa gone?), nursing the few snacks that had been provided with a medium-sized drink. It was beer, a taste so foreign that he had nearly forgotten why that was so. But not minding the cool effect it seemed to have on him, he continued to drink it anyway.

After finishing the bottle, he bent to put it behind his seat. Ollie was slow in his movements, and when he returned to sit up straight--- He blinked, eyes heavy, as Jake glared at him from the opposite side of the pit. Ollie couldn't say he straightened, couldn't say he felt much at all for a few moments before he purposely lowered his chin. Setting his mouth into a thin line, finding himself indignant by being watched and shadowed by his friend, he openly stared back at Jake through and just above the flickering flames.

It would be too much of an effort to say aloud, so instead, he held his gaze until it was clear he could stare at someone just as long as Jake could.

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[info]auroared
2016-10-10 08:47 pm UTC (link)
He got paid to stare people down.

Jake took a drink from his own bottle, a bottle of water, and his thoughts turned over again. How stupid did Ollie Comstock think he was? Yes, they had not seen each other very frequently in the past few months, but life sometimes caused that to happen, especially with all the trauma the family was going through. It was difficult, so Jake had understood...but tonight, all he could do was furrow his brows at his friend.

Ollie seemed very familiar tonight, for being someone he had not been in company with. It was that prickling feeling in his gut that caused Jake to smirk and lean back into his chair, his theory only feeling more confirmed by the empty bottle by Ollie's seat.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, though loud enough to be sure that Ollie heard him, crossing his arms as his eyes dropped down to the fire.

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[info]leveret
2016-10-10 10:59 pm UTC (link)
There was no kick within him to respond, so Ollie did not. Instead, he blinked, the hook in Jake's mouth and the simmer in how he sat almost going unseen by him.

Almost. His left brow rose slightly in response.

The still working parts of the back of his mind had not completely shut off; they mulled with this response, turning it over and over again. But in the end, he found he did care to act upon them. So... he looked at Jake with dispassion before turning his gaze away completely.

Expelling a sigh, Ollie sat back and ignored Jake's words (word) as if it had not been said aloud at all. Unbothered, his eyes wandered away from the fire before them. But, they did not make it very far. As he sat back, his gaze tilted up to the sky. Squinting, he watched the embers fly upward as his palms curled tight around the arms of his chair.

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[info]morningrush
2016-10-10 12:57 pm UTC (link)
Hudson checked down at his watch, wondering if he had been here long enough to make an excusable exit. Everyone seemed to be fine with their own little conversations, no one had been desperate to see him...although he had promised Flynn one more round of beer quidditch…

He frowned, checking his watch for the time again and letting out a breath as literally only twenty-seconds had passed. Thinking that it was pointless to try and fake that he wanted to be here any longer, Hudson collected his jacket and began to make his way toward the exit of the gardens. Which, as Beau had described, was an elaborate escape/re-entrance to the real world through a majestic garden and don't get lost because there were rumors that people had wandered for days--

As he turned a corner for what he felt like the third time, Hudson let out a yelp at the sudden appearance of---

"Lucas!" Hudson exclaimed, shocked, dazed, and amazed at the sight of his boyfriend. Lucas Stebbins grinned happily at him and Hudson clutched the front of his robes. "What are you doing---I didn't think---"

"We got in early!" the broom flier exclaimed. "Siena took all the press so I could leave early and see---"

Without waiting for him to finish, Hudson lurched forward to kiss him soundly. He'd missed Lucas so much over these past few weeks, he hadn't thought that possible---!

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Amelia
[info]mandraked
2016-10-10 01:21 pm UTC (link)
With an extra bounce in his usual flouncy step and a drink in his hand, Beau made his way around the celebrations. When Adian and Louis had come with the question of whether or not they could use the grounds for a party, Beau had literally said 'Say no more!' and the duo didn't have to, because Beau was an excellent party planner and the gardens were the most perfect venue.

Ask the lovely Cara Flume! She will tell you precisely the same thing in those exact words.

Beau had a great skill of being acutely aware of people acting funny and also being able to shut off that radar with a blink of his eye. He had no desire to question and wonder about what may be causing some people's involuntary frowns tonight, no! He was in a good mood, he was in a happy mood, and he was feeling---well,

"Hi Amelia!" Beau chirped, planting his feet into the soft ground though his hands went up (nearly spilling his drink. "I haven't see you in a while, are you getting some good pictures? We could use them for brochures if you would be so kind to share them!"

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[info]pearls_and_lace
2016-10-11 09:13 pm UTC (link)
"Beau!" A grin spread across her cheeks as she put down her camera. Amelia could hardly believe that it was October, she wasn't even sure where the last few months had disappeared to. This was her first time in the gardens in months. She missed all of the summer blooms and the corpse flower blooming and---

It was unfortunate, but Amelia had to get out of England for a while. Unable to face her mother or father and not wanting to risk running into Scarlett, she felt it was a good time for another world tour. She didn't have--- who could she possibly talk to about any of this? The one person she really wanted to talk to had made it perfectly clear that she didn't want to see her again. Amelia had never felt so lonely than she had while trying to figure out what to do---how she felt about this new information she had uncovered.

"I've been out of town, I'm sorry that I missed the gardens in the summer. I was so close to capturing them in every season. Though these pictures through the fire may come close to making up for it. And, of course, you can use them! I'd gladly let you use any of my pictures in exchange for admission. This is one of my favorite places." Snapping one last photo, Amelia slung her camera over her shoulder to remove the temptation and give her full attention to Beau.

"How have you been? Are you ready for fall and the holiday season?"

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[info]mandraked
2016-10-13 08:48 pm UTC (link)
"A-huh, mhmm, of course I am!"

Sometimes Beau's thoughts jumped ahead of the conversation he was actually having, so he missed Amelia's polite questioning of his current status in life and made it to the end of her remarks before she had. He had been told it was not the best way to conduct a conversation, but he was at a party with a drink in his hand a pretty girl who was smiling at him so what did it matter?

"We've got big plans," he said, stretching his arms out wide and only minimally spilling his drink into the grass. "The jack-o-lanterns will be lined up soon, pumpkin picking is well on its way, then when the leaves really start changing in November we hold outdoor painting sessions---I'm no good but I say I am---and then hopefully we get an early snow just in time for Christmas!"

Those were his plans, straight on until New Year.

"Where did you go? Anywhere fun? Did you take pictures there too---silly question, of course you did!" Beau looked expectant, as if assuming that Amelia would be able to pull out a photo album of holiday shots. Which, you know, wouldn't be at all surprising considering he'd never seen her without a camera in hand. Right? Well, maybe that one time...

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[info]waspsting
2016-10-10 09:18 pm UTC (link)
While happy to see her friends, Saoirse was happier to be returning home for the night than leaving it. Social outings were taxing, especially ones concocted by Louis and Adian. And with Howell having spent the night out with Michal...

She bristled on the front step, pausing before the front door. Saoirse did not think her independence was dwindling, but concerning some things she was beginning to realize, she preferred to experience them by Howell's side. It was a strange sensation to think, for she had never been able to reason like that before with so little of her life either allowed in or allowing others in. Was that why she still struggled to trust her brother, even now as nearly a two-month long peace continued to rest between them?

Saoirse frowned and shook her head. These were not thoughts she wanted to be having upon coming home. Looking down, she reached into her pocket for the key (one of the few adjustments made upon Ronan's moving in) to the door. Upon entering their home, she was greeted by--- only one pet? Her head tilted as she stared down at Pig. Taking off her cloak, Saoirse wandered through the lower level of the house until she came to the kitchen. Nestled by the back door was Jago, sitting loyally within the glow of the back porch light from outside. He thumped his tail upon her approach and stood up when she peered outside. A few moments later, Saoirse took Pig into her arms and edged the back door open with her foot.

"Here you are," she whispered, her eyes following Jago as he bounded by Howell down the stairs into the yard. Saoirse placed Pig down gently on the ground before stretching back up the few stairs to sit beside her husband. As he was staring at the sky, she too, lifted her gaze to stare with him. In quiet greeting, her hand brushed over his knee and her shoulder leaned into his.

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[info]quietwolf
2016-10-15 03:51 pm UTC (link)
Howell did not know how much time had passed since he had returned from his outing with Michal. That was in part thanks to his state of insobriety—though he did not partake beyond one drink, Michal had egged him on as was customary, and tonight… Howell hadn't refused. Three drinks, although he had not finished the last one, was more than enough to set his head abuzz, his hands and feet tingling in a way that was not wholly unpleasant.

When he had ambled into the yard, Jago had greeted him joyfully from the backdoor and Howell tossed a stick for him a few times before they both tired of the game. He knew he probably should have gone inside—had a glass of water, eaten something, washed up, and settled down with the latest book he was forcing himself to get through—but he made it as far as the stairs before realising he had no desire to step in the house. Sitting down on the bottom step, he folded his arms and gazed up at the rapidly darkening sky, not noticing when the lanterns had lit themselves or when Jago had moved from his side to guard the back door.

This was how Saoirse found him, in a state of rather unusual stillness. He blinked upon realising she had sat beside him.

"Did you have a good time?" he rumbled after a few moments, eyes still fixed upwards as he laid his hand atop the one she'd brushed his knee with.

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[info]waspsting
2016-10-15 11:25 pm UTC (link)
She wondered if she should tell Howell about Ollie. Saoirse's forehead furrowed for a moment at the thought, while doing so her eyes already losing interest in the stars above. Trailing her gaze down, Saoirse instead focused on his hand over hers. Slowly, she flipped her palm upwards to meet his, her fingers curling to brush along the soft spots of his inner hand.

Did she have a good time? Her brow furrowed even further at the question. While she had enjoyed her time spent with Nona, she always did, Saoirse had to admit she would have been just as content in staying home with Howell. But Louis and Adian... While not her forte, even Saoirse knew that concerning social duty, it would have been wrong for her to not attend their party tonight. She took in a breath.

"Yes. I spent most of the night with Nona," she murmured, squinting as she focused more on Howell's hand. It would never cease to prickle her interest that his hands were so much larger, and warmer, than hers. "We left early to hunt for jobberknolls."

Her lips pressed together momentarily, and Saoirse lifted her shoulder to sit straight and untethered against Howell. Her gaze finally lifted to regard the side of his face. What was he thinking about?

"How is Michal?" she asked, unbothered by how quietly they spoke.

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[info]awsugar
2016-10-15 02:29 pm UTC (link)
Staring into the fire, Lottie was regretting her decision to come to the party. It probably wasn't the wisest of choices while she was making yet another attempt to quit using the sleeping potions she had become dependent on over the last few months, but what would she have done had she skipped the party?

Certainly not sleeping. Not unless...

Lottie jolted at the sudden appearance of someone standing next to her. Or was it sudden? How long had he been there without her noticing? She pulled her hand from her pocket, leaving behind the vial she had been fingering absently.

Was he even there at all? It was getting harder and harder for her to decipher her dreams from reality, more than once she had to be reminded of conversations she had apparently had with co-workers that she had no recollection of. Not having a proper night's sleep in a few days certainly didn't help anything.

"Hey," she said finally, deciding to error on the side of caution. Though, now that she already spoken, Lottie realized she had no idea what to say to him. The last time she saw Adian was the night of the riots and that was the start of---

"You and Louis have a knack for throwing parties," she settled on despite the fact that she found herself lingering on the fringe of the crowd most of the night. Glancing down at her watch, she just realized how much time had passed since she first sat down. The hour had felt like only a few minutes.

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[info]picaro
2016-10-15 07:37 pm UTC (link)
He had been gone for a while, and with Louis appearing to need a pick-me-up, Adian thought--- he hadn't intended for this party to be celebrating him. It was natural, he knew, as he and Louis had been talking since last year about celebrating the day he finally became a hit-wizard, but...

But truthfully, Adian hoped that tonight, this party, would be a little bit more useful than that. He was simply happy to be back, happy to see their friends, and---

Adian frowned, his contented thoughts interrupted by a troubling sight. In his mission to find Louis (again), had happened upon Lottie staring peculiar, and alone, at one of the outer firepits. Originally, he thought it best to leave her be, firm in his belief that their estranged history meant a respectful kind of distance from each otherh. But, this was his second time circling the party for Louis and she had not seemed to move an inch.

Adian glanced around, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand in muted contemplation. He shook his head and quickly approached her.

He was very, very surprised to see different kinds of outlines along her face than he remembered; they looked far less healthy, dare he say even gaunt, and there was an off look in Lottie's eye he had never seen before. Adian redirected his gaze for a moment before responding.

"Hopefully good ones," he said, the small hook in his half smile hiding his surprise. Instinctively, because he was technically a host, Adian produced his untouched bottle of beer for her to take. "You doing alright?"

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[info]awsugar
2016-11-10 09:21 pm UTC (link)
"I think the turn out speaks for itself," Lottie mused, a small smile almost graced her lips. She hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the offered beer. Drinking wasn't the wisest, she learned the hard way that alcohol didn't mix well with the potions she took.

Looking up to Adian, she honestly didn't know what to say when he asked after her. He was just being polite, small talk conversation that she had become very skilled at dismissing. She had answered that very question so many times over the past few months, lied with ease but now the words got stuck in her throat.

"I--" Picking at the label on the bottle, Lottie turned her attention back to the fire as she tried to think of an answer that wasn't a lie. Tears sprung to her eyes before she could to anything to prevent or even hide them. Wiping hastily at her eyes, she stood.

"I should go..." Swaying slightly, losing her balance with her sudden movements. She couldn't lie to Adian and if she told him the truth--- "I'm just exhusted. I should have just-- I'm sorry, don't let me ruin your evening. I should go."

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[info]leveret
2016-10-17 05:01 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't okay. His consciousness was unreliable, he knew, (he did not remember moving from the firepit, nor did he remember coming here to St. Mungo's), but if there was one thing Ollie felt resoundingly sure about, it was nothing was alright. The same thought played over and over in his mind again and again, making it easy for him to shut away almost all that happened around him. Curled against his hospital bed, half aware of his surroundings, he stared vacantly at which was unseen by him.

It was encompassing numbness that he felt. Parts of him buzzed with weak recognition of their existence--- his toes, his arms, but for the most part, it was his chest that continued to pulse like a great black hole. Why had he been brought to the hospital? He didn't care about getting healed. He honestly couldn't say what had been done to his face, if it had been properly healed or not. He couldn't feel it. He deserved to have his jaw ripped out for what he said.

Some random movement, one he couldn't say if had been there the whole time or not, caught his eye. Dragging his gaze, he realized he was staring at his girlfriend's soft and warm face. Emotion began to twitch onto his own.

"Where's Jake?" Ollie croaked, unmoving from his stilled and slumped position.

But he already knew the answer to his question. Why would he be here? Ollie tucked his chin further toward his chest. What he had said... what if it...? Ollie had so very purposely stayed distant from his friend, for so long these past few months, from unbridled fear of hurting him like he had in the past. And now?

"I hurt him." Tears prickled in his eyes. Sadness smothered his face. He allowed it to choke him. "Willa---"

He hurt her too. He hurt--- everyone around him and he didn't know how to stop it. Why couldn't he--- why was it so difficult? Why was he so incapable of---

"Willa," Ollie racked, not knowing what else to say to her.

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[info]palmerskiss
2016-10-18 12:08 am UTC (link)
It had been a very long night.

Against her own will, a very determined one tonight, Willa had dozed off in the chair at Ollie's side. She had told Matt that he didn't have to stay, that he needed to know what had happened but that she...as Willa blinked herself awake, she reminded herself that she was no longer standing on the sidelines when it came to Ollie's health. That meant...having a thicker skin, one that would be able to listen to his words and the cracking of his voice without breaking down into her own uncontrollable tears. Which was proving difficult, but maybe her exhaustion would help...

She pulled the chair so close to the gurney that her knees disappeared under the mattress. Willa's hand went to Ollie's hair, running a soothing hand down the side of his face, slowly, over and over.

"He's with Kera," she answered softly, keeping his gaze as best as she could. Willa did not wish to lie to Ollie tonight, she did not...she did not know what exactly transpired between the two boys, but the Jake she knew...the Ollie she loved...while she kept her lips from twisting, Willa could not imagine what must have been said to illicit such a response.

Her eyes jumped across his face now, trying to read his features. The healers had asked Matt some questions, they'd even inquired from her...Willa's lips pulled back in an attempt to keep a gentle expression and she pulled her hand from his hair to wrap around his visible fingers. Her grip started off as barely there, but soon it tightened.

"I'm here, love," Willa whispered. Her head ducked, moving close enough to knock her forehead with his though she maintained a small distance. She could feel her emotions threatening to get the best of her, but Willa persevered. "I'm here for you, remember? Always." She took in a quick breath. "You...you need to tell me what's going on."

Even if she had more than a feeling of what was happening, before the healers had questioned...even if she...she felt like she knew after tonight, Ollie needed...she needed him to...to...Willa squeezed his fingers, reinforcing her steadfastness.

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[info]leveret
2016-10-18 07:15 pm UTC (link)
Kera. Ollie squeezed his eyes shut, thinking of yet one more person he'd---

He pulled away, just a little, from Willa's soothing touch. He didn't deserve it, he did not deserve comfort in light of the things he'd done. Instead of what was right, instead of not giving in, he had... allowed his weaknesses to control him. And even now, if given the choice this very moment, he couldn't say he was strong enough to choose the right path. It was too much, it was all too much and it always would be, wouldn't it?

The dead part of his chest grew with every touch and soothe of hers. Why was she here? What could he say? Ollie knew, in what little was left of his heart, that just because they had promised to stand by the other did not mean such loyalty would be good for her. He was toxic, he was bad, he wasn't---

"You shouldn't be with me," Ollie languished, more tears collecting in his eyes. He didn't move his hand away from hers only because he lacked the energy; his forehead neither, despite how her closeness terrified him. "You deserve better, Willa. Please... I'm not... good, I'm not good for you. I can't--- I'm not... for anyone. I'm--- I'm not."

How could he drag her down with him? She knew, didn't she? About...? Everyone must know, now....

"Please, Willa, not you too....."

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KERA
[info]auroared
2016-10-17 10:02 pm UTC (link)
Waking up from a stunning spell always felt different, even though it shouldn't. It was as if your body knew it hadn't purposely fallen asleep and instead of the easy drift from sleep to alertness, it was as if someone flicked on the brightest of lights after your eyes had already adjusted to the dark. Jake sucked in a deep breath and it took him a few seconds to realize he was staring at the ceiling of his own living room.

He knew he would've knocked Kera out too if she'd been acting like he had.

Jake sat up slowly, stretching his hand out as he realized it had been healed. He frowned at the idea of such a quick fix for what he'd done...he blinked, slowly at first to adjust to the dimmed light of the living room, and then quickly, because his thoughts ran to Ollie and how his friend had been on the receiving end of an untapped anger that no one should have ever been subjected to. Jake's expression twisted into one of grief for many reasons and while it could have been hours since the bonfire (was that sunlight coming through the curtains?), he felt the pain strike him as if it had been seconds ago.

Thinking---Jake put his hands on the back of his neck and bent forward to try and control the building panic attack he was feeling. His eyes shut tightly, he tried to count his breaths, and---how could---how could this have happened?

Of course he knew how this could happen. It was why he'd thrown the punch in the first place. His friend had only been speaking the truth---

Sitting up with semi-regular breaths, Jake was surprised, though he shouldn't have been, at the sight of Kera. He felt the dull heat of shame rise up in his chest and he kept his hands on his neck.

"How is he?" Jake mumbled, pain furrowing his brow at the thought of Ollie.

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[info]foxtrotter
2016-10-18 12:43 am UTC (link)
Kera moved her chin to prop it atop her knees instead of hiding it within the folds of her legs. After ensuring Willa and Louis needed no further assistance with Ollie, she had brought Jake back to his flat, checked for any more broken bones, and... waited for him to wake up. Rustling from her vigilant watch, pushing aside her wandering thoughts, Kera swallowed to clear her throat. She fidgeting only just in the chair she had dragged to the edge of the couch by Jake's feet.

"He's fine," she responded, equally quiet. It had been a very long night. "Willa and Bonaccord took him to Mungo's, but he didn't need to stay long so Matt brought him home."

Kera paused, remembering how Willa described Ollie as 'distressed'. Perhaps that wouldn't be the best image to put forth on Jake right now. Thinking for a moment, she watched his face carefully as she spoke again.

"Willa said Ollie asked after you," Kera said, gentle in her delivery. For, she couldn't pretend to understand what had transpired between the boys. From afar, it seemed like a heated argument out of nowhere, but--- she had never seen Jake like that before. Was that--- What could possibly--- She truly didn't know what to make of it, at this time. Could she?

"Are you alright?" she asked, legs opening up to allow her feet to drop to the floor. Resting her palms on her knees, her head tilted to her shoulder as her forehead furrowed too. "What happened?"

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[info]auroared
2016-10-18 04:11 pm UTC (link)
Jake winced, leaning back into the couch and pulling his gaze away from her. He stared at the ceiling, feeling a pain in his chest at the idea of Ollie caring about him after he had---

How was he supposed to answer Kera’s question? He knew why he’d snapped, he knew exactly why, but to admit that he...that...Jake covered his face with his hand again, trying to gather his thoughts, trying to even his breaths. He didn’t want to lie to her, but he didn’t know how to...it sounded stupid, it didn’t make sense for those words to have triggered something like the anger he’d expelled, but---

“I overreacted,” he managed, which was obvious and not an exaggeration but probably an understatement. “He said something---and I---”

Couldn’t control myself he thought miserably. Ollie had pushed a pressure point so deftly that there hadn’t been any time to attempt to manage his emotions. But he was an auror, he dealt with criminals daily and he never---what if they had known his weakness, the thing that could send him reeling?

“I fucked up,” he mumbled miserably, unable to uncover his face because then his tears would escape. “Kera, I---I have to try so hard, every day to not---be that way and---he just---he knows that and---”

He felt awful for placing blame on Ollie, even though--it was so messed up, he knew the whole thing was a mess, Ollie was a mess, he was a mess.

“I fucked up,” Jake repeated, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I should’ve---I should’ve done better, I'm sorry--”

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