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Tweak says, "Pretty please?"

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

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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!!

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auroared
2016-10-14 01:29 am UTC (link)

There was a click and then a boom.

Jake's fist connected with Ollie's jaw so swiftly that he was only sure he'd landed the punch because of the large thud that was his friend's body hitting the ground. He dropped to his knees a split second later, unhearing of the shouts in the distance or the crackling of the nearby fire. Jake grabbed Ollie by the collar and pulled his fist back to clock him again.

He couldn't find it in himself to shout, or to curse, or to---do anything but try and hurt Ollie Comstock. It---it would be--how could---It was almost as if he couldn't see, but he knew--

Dirt was kicked up, embers from the fire pit sparked and burnt against his skin, and---

"Fuck you, Comstock!" Jake growled, his entire body shaking. "Fuck you!"

It seemed like he'd regained his hearing because now the other voices were louder, he could hear Ollie and---Jake felt a twinge of hesitation, but that was enough to earn a wallop to the side of the head.

"Stop, stop it!" Willa cried from somewhere near, too close and Jake let out a great sound of angry frustration. He felt tugging hands against his shoulders, and---this was a fucking mess!

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leveret
2016-10-14 08:04 pm UTC (link)

"Impedimenta!"

Ollie knew that the hex (Kera?) slowed down the fire, too, only because after falling to the ground, his face had turned to stare at the pit. The flames looked as if they were struggling through molasses, an experience he understood well, both physically and mentally, in this moment. Also strangely, he found that the spell temporarily stopped his twinging body, lessened the blistering pain in his jaw.

Still, he waited for one more punch from his friend.

For reasons Ollie was aware but did not want to admit, he found it difficult to fight back. Even as Jake continued to hit him, Ollie lay on the ground rather limp. One of his arms had moved in a purely reflexive manner to create some distance between them, but it was weak and unmotivated to help. Despite his own harsh words, which already felt foreign, he knew he deserved what he got.

There was a flurry of faces, a lifted weight, and then--- as soon as the spell ended, Ollie let out a unique moan that came from a broken jaw. Curling to his side, back to the fire, he turned right to Willa's face. His gaze locking with hers, his eyes almost immediately watered from guilt. Holding his mouth, spitting out blood, he looked to her, lost.

After confirming Ollie was still alive, Kera knocked Jake onto his back while he was still immobilized. It wasn't graceful, and he didn't fall back as far from Ollie as she hoped, but the break in space was enough for her to jump in between. Frowning, Kera sat all her weight into his chest to stop him from going anywhere once the spell ended.

Jake's fury made him quite strong, so to distract him, she shot cold water from her wand to douse his face. Seizing his momentary disorientation, Kera attempted to restrain his arms. She stared down hard at him, moving her head and her arms to catch his gaze and his limbs in wild sternness. Though truthfully, she found it difficult to truly feel angry with him. She and Willa had seen everything; Ollie must have said something awful to spur such a reaction from him.

"Jake!" Kera warned, sharp as she isolated his right arm. In her other hand, her wand waited, pressed against him in case he needed a little more help in calming down. "Bexley! Look at me! Enough!"

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palmerskiss
2016-10-15 12:22 am UTC (link)

"He won't let me near him, he's got to go to Mungo's or else---" Louis Bonaccord's tone was an urgent hush as they stood on the other side of the diminishing fire. Willa's brows furrowed as he rattled off what could go wrong if Ollie didn't get treated soon, continuing to stare through the flames. "---this salve can start the healing process, but he has to---"

"Give it to me," Willa interrupted. She turned to face him and put a hand out, her other wiping at her cheeks. "I'll do it."

The mediwizard hesitated, his eyes flickering over the dried streaks of tears she was attempting to rid. Willa's lips twisted sternly and when he seemed to be threatening a shake of his head, she took a step forward, shoulders pulling back. "Give me the jar, Louis!"

"Okay," he said with a concerned breath, loosening the cap. Louis stepped closer to allow her to read the label. "Not a lot, okay?"

Willa nodded, not needing any more from Louis though she did put a thankful hand to his shoulder before taking the salve from him. She sniffled as she made her way around the fire, though any nerves or tentative steps had been blown away into the night. She trudged up the small slope that led to the oak tree in which Ollie was propped up against and Willa dropped to her knees by his side.

Focused, she turned the cap of the salve and took in its strong lavender scent, the healing and relief properties evident. She put it into the grass beside her and reached for her wand to mutter a quiet lumos, and then she placed it behind her ear to provide a gentle light in the darkness.

But then---

Her chest twisted again as she looked upon Ollie's face and the tears she'd managed to subdue and wipe away came striking back. Willa pursed her lips, thinking that it would do no good to start crying again, that if---she needed to focus, Ollie looked---Her breaths were just as shaky as her hands as she reached for the jar, thinking that it wasn't even the bruising that was causing her to ache. She had never---he looked so---

Willa choked on a breath, her hand lifted with a few fingers worth of the salve. She'd had all the intention to simply start pressing it to his face without any sort of permission, thinking it necessary, but she found herself feeling as if she had been hit with the immobilizing spell. Willa pushed forward, needing to have Ollie's gaze.

"Let me help you," she whispered, though her words were heavy and hung in the air. Willa's eyes glistened in the light of her wand and the more she looked upon him the harder it became to remain sitting upright. She pushed closer, knowing in her gut that this was more than a broken jaw or a swollen eye. Knowing...that she didn't know much at all, and that was devastating. Her breath hitched, "Ollie, please."

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leveret
2016-10-16 01:32 am UTC (link)

He didn't want to look at her. He didn't want to look at anyone. It was no coincidence that his swollen eye was turned, tucked into his shoulder while the other, the one he could see out of, faced the night air. He shouldered himself further into a curl, numb to almost everything except the pain he certainly felt he deserved radiating from his mouth.

At first, Ollie attempted to shut out Willa. But her voice stung in ways he wished he could control and couldn't feel. So, in a very slow manner, his gaze solidified from unfocused and trailed toward the light above her head. Unopen to the idea of being made to feel better, but unable to not look to her, Ollie met Willa's gaze with an unexplainable kind of sadness and remorse in his eyes.

He could smell the salve, somewhere among the sensations of ash and blood in his nostrils. Did she not understand he didn't deserve to feel better? What he had done, what he had said--- even through his haze, he knew he had gone too far. Jake---

She was crying. The parts of his mouth that could still move frowned, a new heaviness suffocating his chest. Because he felt so miserable, so unworthy, so unable to do anything but sit slumped as he had been propped, Ollie did not recoil from her like he had everyone else. He didn't move much at all as tears collected in his eyes.

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palmerskiss
2016-10-16 11:44 am UTC (link)

She tried so desperately to stop her tears because Ollie, her heart, was broken. Willa mumbled things that she thought could be soothing, that she thought could remind him that life wouldn't always be like this, but she didn't know how believable they were as her breath hitched between each word.

Her hand that had gripped at his leg moved slowly to his chest, resting on his shoulder before she dared to as gently as possible hold his chin in place. Willa winced, knowing she was going to cause him more pain.

"It's going to sting at first," she quietly warned, but gave no further wait as her other hand moved to spread the salve along his jawline. Her eyes watered instantly, but ignoring the desire to recoil because her touch was bringing him more discomfort she continued the soft circling motion. "It'll be over soon, it's okay, you're going to be okay, Ollie..."

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auroared
2016-10-15 01:14 am UTC (link)

Jake sputtered, doing all he could to get the water out of his face and mouth. He squinted with heavy breaths up at Kera thinking---wondering what---The feel of her wand pressed into him may as well have sent a physical jolt through him with the way his mind snapped back in order and a crack of shock and regret shot across his features. No, no, he---

His free hand moved from gripping her thigh to cover his face, but the dirt caused him to cough and he pulled his hand back---Jake gaped in horror at the sight blood, his hand was covered in blood, was it--?

"Oh God," Jake moaned, forgetting the irritation and clamping his hand over his face. He strained underneath his palm, unsure of how he couldn't remember the last few minutes and know exactly why Kera had him pinned to the ground. "Oh God!"

Where was Ollie? Who had him? Jake could hear exclamations and cries, but he didn't hear---He shook his head underneath his hand, wishing for the ground beneath him to swallow him whole. He had never---not at a friend, never---but the words had hit a place so untouchable in Jake's chest that it felt like he'd been struck by lightening.

"I need to get out of here, get me out of here," he pleaded up to Kera, unable to look at her as he pressed his hand harder into his eyes in a vain attempt to push the memories away. He'd hurt his friend, he'd really hurt Ollie, he'd really---"Kera, get me out of here, get off me, get off---!"

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foxtrotter
2016-10-16 07:50 pm UTC (link)

Her eyes widened, and Kera found herself blanching at Jake's swing in emotion. It was nearly transfixing; all she could do in those few moments was watch him unfold. Her previously established grip on him did not loosen. His cries to leave, however, did jolt her back alert with a new understanding. Despite her better judgment, she leaned in closer to him.

"Bexley!" she sounded, tightening her grip on him as he attempted to unseat her. She pushed his locked arm harder into his sternum. "Jake, no! No! You can't---! I can't do that. Listen to---!"

But reasoning with him was clearly pointless. When he tried to disapparate (and bring her with him), he would surely splinch himself. His panic, also, could spur him into attempting something reckless. No, there were too many people about now, too many uncontrollable variables, and how was she to know that this wasn't a... something that he...? In this state, he was dangerously unpredictable, a disposition that she painfully could not let further.

Because her wand was already pressed to him, the stunning spell lit up like a soundless, red flash of light. After Jake stopped fighting her, Kera frowned deeply and dropped her shoulders. She took the few settling seconds to stare at his half-covered face, her breaths heavy while her mind raced. Quietly, she unclenched her grip and shifted his arm to press her ear to his chest. Upon confirmation that his heart and breath beat regular, she sat back up and twisted to look over at Willa.

Bonaccord had appeared to help with Ollie, so--- Muted, Kera delicately picked Jake's broken hand from his face. She brushed a smear of blood, water, and dirt from his cheek before moving to heal his hand.

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