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Rose Weasley (pressured) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-01-02 15:37:00

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james sirius potter, rose weasley

Who: Rose Weasley
What: Nightmares
When: A day or two after the rescue
Where: Her room, her apartment
Rating: Hints of Violence, at least in her mind
Status: Complete unless someone she knows wants to join.

There was no hero complex when it came to her. She had no desire to be in more pain longer than she had to. So when she had heard something about instant healing she'd given the best 'go for it' she could. She had no desire to heal the slow normal way. If there was something that was as good as magic, she was going for it. She didn't need an scars all over her, thanks. The healing had worked instantly, but that hadn't stopped her from passing out from completely exhaustion and an emotional overload right after she knew someone had come for her.

She didn't know how longer she'd slept for. She was dreamless for a while. Her mind had shut down and she had been out cold, she probably hadn't even moved. It was almost like a potion for dreamless sleep. At some point though, her sleep state had lightened, and Rose began to dream.

It was hardly noticeable at first. Just a twitch in her expression. But soon she broke out into a cold sweat, and she began to toss in her sleep, violently enough to pull her sheets off her bed, causing herself to become twisted in them.

In her dream, or nightmare, her sheets were demons. She was back on the table. Someone finding her had all been a dream. The healing had been a dream. Just a dream. Her skin was a mess of open wounds and dried blood. It didn't matter how she held herself, it didn't matter, she was sliced up all over. How often he came around, she wasn't sure. Sometimes Alastair was there, sometimes he wasn't. He had to be running out of 'canvas' room though, which made her wonder how much longer he could keep this up.

Maybe he'd just kill her. At this point, she'd welcome death. In her dream, she was half unconscious, until she felt the pressure on her legs. Someone holding her down again, just in case she had the energy to magically break her bonds again. Though she hadn't had the energy to do that since the first time he'd cut her open.

Then she saw his face. She tired to shrink away, to move, but she couldn't. She was trapped. Her breathing increased, pulse quickened. Her eyes went wide when she saw the knife again. He began to lower it to her skin. He didn't even need to touch her to terrify her anymore.

Rose screamed. She was woken from the nightmare by the sound of her own screaming. She shot up in her bed into a sitting position, the screaming dying from her lips when she realized she wasn't actually being tortured. Not anymore. Looking around, it took her a moment to realize where she was. Kicking off the blankets that were wrapped around her legs, she brought her legs up to her chest, still breathing heavily.

When the shock of the dream wore off, she brought her hand to her her hair, hiding her face into her knees. How long had she been in there? She wasn't even sure she completely remembered everything they had done to her. She didn't want to remember.

When the Adrenalin faded, and all that she was left with was her own thoughts, she leaned back against her pillows, still curled up, and cried.

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king_james
2010-01-02 09:38 pm UTC (link)

To say that James had been hovering was an understatement. The only reason he hadn't remained planted, sitting outside of Rose's door was because Paige had told him that his constant hitting of the back of his head against the wall was going to disturb her. And likely anyone else in their hallway that would need rest. That didn't mean that he hadn't walked past her apartment door every fifteen minutes. Only to sit by his own, with the door wide open.

To say James felt guilty was an understatement. Rose and he had never been insanely close before coming here. She'd always been closer to all and Lily-Lu. Though they shared a love of music and that had helped a lot. So to say he felt responsible for her was a bit of an understatement. James felt responsible for ALL his family, so she got that automatically. From his granddad to the youngest. And he felt responsible for his friends and his bandmates. And hell, James still felt a bit responsible for his former Quidditch team. He'd been their Captain. James was a Potter. The only reason he didn't feel responsible for everyone was .. he wasn't as bad as his dad. However, if he had grown up the way Harry had it is very likely that he would have gotten that complex ten times worse than Harry. Nevertheless, where Harry had a Hero Complex, James had Big Brother Syndrome. And bad.

So before here? He'd always felt a bit responsible for her. Like it was his older cousin duty to watch over her. Merlin even if she was a Godric-forsaken Slytherin. A thought that had sat badly in the pit of his stomach for many years-because they had gotten all rather well before her and Al's sorting. Now though. The feeling had increased. Because it was just the three of them from home. They were his only family here. So they got all of his focus. It might not seem like it but they did.

Which was why James felt like he let her down in the worse way possible. Which was why he blamed himself for her being taken. Why he didn't know what he would say to her when she finally woke up.

A thought that escaped his mind when he heard her scream. He had been doing his trip around when he heard it. He picked up his space, pulled his wand out and went right into her room. Only to freeze when he found her crying. Godric... he didn't know what to say or do.

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pressured
2010-01-03 03:41 am UTC (link)

Someone coming in and out of her room hadn't really crossed her mind. She had no idea that James had been sticking close this entire time. He should have been sleeping really. If she remembered right, she had briefly seen him before she'd passed out entirely. He'd been there. He'd been in that fight and now he wasn't sleeping.

Or maybe he had slept, and she had just been out a really long time? She didn't even realize that James was in the room at first. But when she finally heard movement, she instantly froze. For a moment she was still, staring down at her bed, before she pushed herself up just a little to see James there.

Sitting up, she pulled her blankets up and then looked at him, not bothering to wipe her eyes. She really didn't give a damn what she looked like around him, especially not now. A glance at her clock told her it was two. If that was two pm or two am, she didn't know.

She brought her legs to her chest again, wrapping her hands around her legs, shoulders hunched. A few more tears leaked down her face, though she was fighting any reaction to cry, she couldn't keep her eyes from watering over. After a moment of looking at him, she looked down.

"How long have I been out?" she whispered, her voice was fine. It had been gone from the screaming, but whatever they had given her to heal her seemed to heal her vocal coards too. But for some reason she couldn't bring herself to talk at a normal level.

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king_james
2010-01-03 04:35 am UTC (link)

James flexed his fingers into his palm unvoluntarily as he watched her. He didn't know what to do or say and was relieved when she asked him a direct question. "Not long." He was going to lie, he didn't want her to worry or feel bad or anything ridiculous like that, yet he stopped himself. "A little over a day." James answered.

Forcing himself to be useful, James took a step closer to her but he made no move to sit. "Do you need anything? Do you want anything?" He felt that the question was an important signficance. "I can get it for you." Anything she wanted. James would get it for her. Even if he had to apparate across country to get it for her.

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pressured
2010-01-03 04:45 am UTC (link)

A day. Well, given what had happened, a day didn't really surprise her. It could have been worse. A day wasn't bad, if she had of woken up, she probably would have staid in bed all day anyway. So that she could deal with.

There were many things she wanted. She wanted her mom. She wanted her mom to huge her and tell her it was going to be okay. She wanted her dad to threaten everyone and everything under the sun, even if he didn't act on it, she still liked to know he'd take down anyone to make sure she was okay. She wanted to see her little brother. She wanted their Grandmothers cooking and to be at the Burrow, playing some Quidditch.

"Water?" she asked, tilting her head up slightly. Luckily that was easy and just in the fridge in the kitchen, not half way around the country. Now that he was here, she didn't really want to be alone.

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king_james
2010-01-05 12:14 am UTC (link)

Water. What he could do. Water was simple and right there. Easy access, nothing that lessened his ability to keep an eye out for her. He would go get her whatever she wanted, if she asked it of him, that didn't mean he wouldn't hurry back. Or ask Uncle Ron to keep an eye out on her. James highly doubted he'd get any complaints there. They had all come a very long way in the months they had been here. What with Ron swearing left and right that they were Death Eaters and no family of his. Which in turn caused James to "disown" the man. He supposed he should get back to the owning thing. He doubted that making such a vow here would have any affect like it would in his world. But still. It was the principle of the thing. And no matter what one could say about James they could never say he had no princples, no matter how ridiculous seemed to be.

"I'll be right back." James aid needlessly. However, he wanted to say something. Anything. As he went into the small kitchen and pulled out a glass, James foud himself wishing that his dad was around. His dad was awkward as all get out sometimes. And clueless. An older Harry was still very clueless but sometimes he just knew the exact things to say. He knew exactly what James needed to hear so he could say what he had to say or do what he had to do. At enterianing Rose, keeping uncle Ron busy, and keeping him from waring a hole on the carpet from all his pacing.

James returned with a glass of water for Rose. Truth is he wished that most of his family was here. He wished on one had that his aunt 'Mione had never left. At the same time, James knew that if anything had happened to her too ... "Here." He handed the water to her. Unsure what to do with his hands he tucked them into the pocket of his pants. Robes would be good now. It would be so much easier to do such a thing without notice. "Anythig else? Are you hungry? I could fix you a sandwich."

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