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Greg Goyle ([info]a_reticent_git) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-07-15 09:00:00

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Entry tags:!2003: 07, !incomplete, gregory goyle, theodore nott

WHO: Gregory Goyle and Theo Nott
WHAT: Always visiting, always having to leave
WHERE: St Mungo's
WHEN: Thursday
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Unbalanced Theo/R/Incomplete


With the bag in his arm, Greg approached the 4th floor and pushed into it, glancing about.  It seemed the usual band of misfits, but he noted that Theo was not amongst the crowd.  Today Greg had decided to try to expose Theo to the current world, or at the very least, lure him from his mental hiding place with books and magazines.  He had gone into the book stores on Diagon Alley, searching the titles for books he recalled Theo reading.  One was the, "The Bee Manufacturer"; he'd had to have help finding it, remembering only the description about it being about dogs and being gothic, whatever that meant.  He'd actually bought two copies, and had one at home in his cottage, ready for when he returned from today's visit.

Greg had already been reading to other patients, and with his hours completed, he had the rest of the morning and the day to be with Theo.  He intended on staying all day, to see how they fed him and any other routine items that needed to be done, like the toiletries and what not.  Draco had offered him hope about the foundation idea, and Greg honestly wondered if Theo understood any of it.  It broke his heart a little but steeled his determination to get him out.  Because honestly, it didn't seem like the hospital was helping all that much.


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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-07-15 05:43 pm UTC (link)
Theo had already had the battle of breakfast that morning and, in his struggling, had ended up running into a wall and nearly knocking himself out. He had a bruise under a graze in the middle of his forehead where the impact had hit hardest - unless it as a restraining spell of some kind, the staff had been told to avoid using magic where it was unnecessary in case it caused reactions in some of the patients. How Theo had avoided the carefully cast body bind was another matter entirely, but it had happened and it wasn't until his run in with the wall that they'd been able to stop him. They had decided to leave the battle of breakfast as a stalemate and try again at lunch.

Theo was sat the way he tended to when he dissociated, knees pulled up, arms wrapped round them, chin balanced on his knees as he stared at nothing and everything at the same time. He felt cold but he couldn't move to get a blanket. At least he hadn't had to eat.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-07-15 06:01 pm UTC (link)
Greg approached the room, and gave a quick rap of a knock before entering and then stepped in, to swing the door shut. He glanced about, and spied Theo in the corner. The bruise on his head was turning dark purple, and Greg gave a grunt of surprise and concern as he set his bag down and approached his friend.

Squatting down, Greg put out a hand wordlessly to Theo, hoping that for once, Theo might recognize him at first glance. He wasn't going to say anything, just to go for a visual recognition at first, and he waved his hand encouragingly at Theo, his face concerned and sad at the mark. He was internally fuming but knew that getting mad would only freak Theo out.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-07-15 08:05 pm UTC (link)
Theo was back at the school in his mind, trying hard not to think about what had lain before him on the floor the last time he was there. He looked up to see the old and familiar/unfamiliar face of his boyfriend and smiled a little weakly before the smile collapsed to a frown, he crumbled forward against Greg's chest and started sobbing, crying into Greg's shoulder in a way he'd ever have let himself before, his fingers tight little curls in the material of Greg's top.

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**ooc wibbles!!
[info]a_reticent_git
2010-07-15 08:29 pm UTC (link)
He knows me! He knows me!

Greg let himself slip to the floor, gathering Theo up in his arms, welcoming the reaction of knowing him with joy. The trumphiant thought made Greg give a little sob himself, "Oh, Theo! What's wrong love?" he said as his arms went about Theo, cuddling his boyfriend to him, his heart happy and heavy at the same time at Theo's stat.

"Oh Theo," he said as he moved one hand to rub Theo's back comfortingly, even as they sat there. He held him, hoping he could ease whatever memory or thought had made Theo go from slightly pleased to upset, "What have you done to yourself? I've brought you some things, if you'd like to see?"

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-07-17 02:25 pm UTC (link)
Theo wept against Greg's shoulder like some terrible news had just been brought to him but he quietened with Greg's petting and then forgot why he'd started crying in the first place when Greg distracted him with the things he'd brought. Theo pulled back, his face wet with tears but no more forthcoming and looked over at what Greg had. "Butterbeer?" he asked, curiously. He'd never liked the stuff though.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-07-17 03:07 pm UTC (link)
Greg leaned into Theo's face to kiss away some of the tears and then used a free hand to brush away others, "No, not butter beer. But I did get some sandwiches if you'd share one with me. And books. I brought you some books," and Greg stopped touching Theo to summon the bag to his side. He picked up the bag and carefully placed it on Theo's lap, "There are all sorts of treats in there as well but please, let's be good and eat a bit of sandwich first, yes?"

His tone was encouraging and he moved to kiss the side of Theo's head, "How did you get that bruise I wonder," he said more to himself, not expecting Theo to answer.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-07-17 10:08 pm UTC (link)
Theo sniffled and looked at the things Greg had bought - watching magic happened made him stare, jealously, wanting that power back, that innate and immediate part of himself. He forgot that he didn't in the next moment when Greg put the bag onto his lap. He looked at the sandwich and made a face, a hand going to his mouth as he tensed up; he didn't want to eat.

"What bruise?" he asked vaguely before speaking his more pressing concern. "I'm not going to eat."

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-07-17 10:23 pm UTC (link)
Greg did not miss Theo's stare and it made his heart sad in a moment, recognizing that look of envy from his own years in Azkaban. He kicked himself internally, knowing he needed to watch the magic around Theo. But it was the next that floored him, sending him back into those crazy thought about the Imperio curse and forcing someone to do something they wouldn't want to do.

"You've got a bruise right there, on your head," Greg answered absently, as he gave a small sigh, his shoulders dropping, even as he reached into the bag for a sandwich. He pulled a paper wrapped one out, and unwrapping part of it, he took a large bit, watching Theo cover his mouth with his hand. He could only take a taste or two before he put his hand down, chewing thoughtfully.

"You know, if you don't eat, you are gonna die, Theo. Do you get that?" he said, his brows coming together even as he chewed, "Dead. Gone. Doesn't that matter to you? Bother you?' and Greg stopped, and looked at the food in his hand, feeling miserable as the happiness of being recognized left him, "Do you hate everything so much that you want to be gone?"

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-07-17 11:23 pm UTC (link)
Theo reached up and felt around for a bruise he didn't remember getting, wincing when his fingers found it before brushing over it gently, frowning. "I don't know..." he said before he was once again distracted, watching Greg eat with an expression like he was about to be sick.

He shrank back at the words, shaking his head, distressed and tghen not really answering. "I'm not going to eat."

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-07-20 03:27 pm UTC (link)
Greg grew frustrated, pushing the sandwich away from him onto the floor. He looked at Theo, knowing this was going to upset him, but unable to help himself.

"This food thing is gonna be a huge problem, Theo. I'm thinking crazy thoughts...bad thoughts..," he said, lowering his voice even though it was only the two of them in the room, "I am thinking about using a way to make you eat. Don't you get it?! If I can't see you eating here, make sure you're going to eat when I get you out of here..," and Greg's voice trailed off and he sat back, and rubbed a hand across his head in his distress. Looking up at a high point in the wall, Greg grew grim, "You can't die on me, Theo. I.. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you again, and I..," and now his attention turned to Theo, redirected at his love, "I'd imperio you to make you eat if I had to. I'm not going to lose you again."

Greg's voice was low with a hard edge to it, even as his face was grim, his insides twisted at the notion. He couldn't think of forcing Theo like they did here, tieing him up and force feeding him; better to put him under an Unforgiveable and making Theo feed himself. But Greg wasn't sure what that would do to Theo's mind; it might send him over the edge.

His biggest fear was that Theo would never speak to him again after being invaded by Greg's demands; the option was to let Theo have his way and starve himself to death.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-07-21 10:20 pm UTC (link)
Theo watched the sandwich drop then didn't raise his head; he didn't feel he could when Greg raised his voice at him, waiting only for the rippling pain of the cruciatus to rip through him in the next moment, because that was what happened when people were angry at him, surely.

He wasn't going to eat. He wasn't. No matter how broken Greg seemed to sound, although he winced, visibly, at the idea of being put under Imperius. He didn't think that Greg would ever do that to him, but he'd been proven wrong about what he thought he'd known before.

He kept his head down, staring at but not seeing the sandwich, his stomach turning at the idea of eating, at the idea of being forced to eat under Imperius, at the wait for the punishment coming his way.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-07-21 11:57 pm UTC (link)
Greg was looking up and didn't see Theo's reaction, not really expecting any sort of answer from him in this state. He did give a loud heavy sigh, and then finally allowed himself to look at Theo who was definitely looking...what? Out of sorts? Even for Theo's current state, Greg thought he looked more depressed, and almost braced. Greg watched him, studying him; it made Greg crazy to see how utterly distant and withdrawn Theo could become and it made him want to chase away those bad feelings, even as he worried about Theo's health and his weight.

He waited, and let his eyes shift to the sandwich he'd dropped on the floor. For a moment, a long moment, Greg contemplated eating it anyhow; he'd eaten worst food off the floor at Azkaban before. Instead, his eyes moved to the bag in Theo's lap and Greg found himself moving to sit next to the other boy, "Okay, so you're not saying anything. I can take that as a, 'sure Greg, make me eat,' or a 'fuck you Greg, you are crazy to be thinking that kind of shit.' Not sure which it is, but....," and he looked sad but moved his hand to pull the bag out of Theo's lap, "I'm not sure, so let's look in here instead," he said and he poured the contents out onto the floor.

The books slipped out, as well as the magazines, and a small bag of candy treats from Honeydukes landed on the pile, along with a bag of crisps and two large oranges. Greg reached for one, and after smelling it, began to peel it, filling the room with the sharp citrus smell.

"I don't know what to do, Theo. Help me," he said quietly as he slowly peeled the orange, dropping the peels in a pile on the floor.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-07-22 09:49 pm UTC (link)
Theo drew a breath in, tensed for a blow that didn't come. He watched Greg quietly as the other boy pulled the bag out of his lap, his fingers twitching a little as the contents fell out, a little edgy at the mess but forgetting it in the next moment in favour of the objects Greg sorted through.

He was looking at the books when the smell of orange caught his attention, made his nose twitch, his stomach pang and his head turn to watch Greg peel the fruit. He reached for a piece of peel that had missed the floor and hit the bed, turning it over in his fingers before he lifted it up to smell the juicy citrus smell. It made his stomach hurt.

"It's okay." he said to Greg at that plea, leaning over to hug the man, his arms trying to wrap round Greg's broad shoulders. "It'll be okay, we'll get through this and graduate and make our own lives." he assured, speaking like he was back in Hogwarts, the tragedy of it being that the future he was thinking of was already happening, and it was nothing like it should have been.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-07-23 05:04 am UTC (link)
The weight of Theo's arms did something to Greg; they stirred hope in him. He stopped his peeling, and turned his head into Theo's, leaning it against Theo for a moment. He felt immediately better, positive even at Theo's words. It was the clarity and the tone that Theo spoke with, most of his insanity evaporating.

"We will," Greg said, even as he finished pealing the orange. He pulled off a section and was ready to suck it down when he offered it to Theo. He didn't use words, just extended it to Theo between his fingers, waiting to see if Theo wanted to suck on it.

"We will live in a little hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest," Greg said, "And yes, we will make our own lives together."

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-07-23 08:21 am UTC (link)
Theo sniffed at the orange offered to him but shook his head, turning it away from the food but still nestled against Greg's shoulder. He laughed a soft little laugh at what Greg said. "Why do you want us to live there?" he asked, casual as though they were just curled up on his bed back in their dorm room discussing this; the difference was that they'd usually be naked and post-coitus by now. He didn't sound like he minded. He'd asked 'why do you' instead of 'why would you' as though the only stipulation he had was that Greg was there with him.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-07-23 12:46 pm UTC (link)
Greg pulled the orange back and popped it in his mouth and chewed, "I got a job at Hogwarts so I got to live there," he stated simply as he pulled off another piece, "I can't think of being there without you, you stuck in this place," he said even as he glanced about, "Draco's lending us a hand at the moment. He's setting up a company that will be in charge of guardianship for you and he's hiring me. So, soon I'll be able to yank you out of here."

Greg felt better even if Theo hadn't eaten. He set the orange in his lap and pulled the book over towards them.

"Remember this?"

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-07-23 01:36 pm UTC (link)
Theo heard Greg but it all seemed to go far, far over his head. He shook his head, barely looking at the book, sitting back from Greg to look him in the face. "How, how.. you can't... can't get a job, can't get one, have to finish, finish school first." he stammered, insistent and becoming distressed. "No, this-" he reached out to put his hand flat against the wall. "-this is, you can't yank me, not out of my head. Not out of my head." he seemed scared, his breath coming in gulps.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-07-23 01:49 pm UTC (link)
The concern was there as Greg caught Theo starting to flail in this reality. He reached out an orange flavored hand and take his free one, to lend some support.

"Come on buddy, you can do it. This is now, not then. I graduated, sort of. I need a job and I do not want you in here. This place is not helping you get better. You keep getting lost in here. Don't you want to come with me?"

"I think you'll do better somewhere else. Somewhere with me."

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-07-23 09:14 pm UTC (link)
Theo reached to take Greg's hand uncertainly, but he withdrew it anxiously when Greg said things to him, strange, strange things that he couldn't marry up in his head with what he thought he knew.

He whimpered and pushed a hand into his hair to grab a whole handful of it, tugging on it hard. "No you didn't... no you didn't!" he said, insisted. "I'm not lost, I'm not lost, I'm here, in my head I'm here, I'm not lost!" he curled up, head down between his knees, rocking himself.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-08-02 09:56 pm UTC (link)
Greg paused, and knew he should not be so startled to see Theo react as he did; still, it alarmed him.

He reached out a tentative hand to Theo's back, to rub at it, "Come on, Theo. What would be so terrible with it being later? I'm here, with you, and I love you buddy. I just don't want you in here anymore. I want you with me," he said, quietly even as he rubbed at Theo's back, "So I was wrong for saying you are lost. I'm sorry."

He didn't speak again for a few minutes, but just rubbed at Theo's back, hoping he could lend some support to his friend that seemed to fly into fits about facing the present in any way.

"You aren't lost. You are right here, with me, in St. Mungo's," and Greg looked about the bare cell, "In this fucking rat hole that I want you out of. I want you with me at school, in the cottage."

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-08-02 10:47 pm UTC (link)
Theo flinched as Greg touched him, a hard and visible movement as though his lover's touch burned. He relaxed back to the touch when he realised that it was only Greg, a hand that wouldn't hurt him, but he was still twisted and torn up inside from what Greg had said.

He wasn't sure about the comfort Greg was trying to give, but the tone made sense to him even though the words didn't. He relaxed as Greg pet him but then the boy said something that stirred up the hornet's nest that was Theo's head. "I'm not sick!" he said, more passionate than he'd ever, ever been, but angry, or frustrated or hurt or confused this time. He got up and paced, turning and pushing fingers into his own hair to tug at it because he didn't have his wand or the strength to destroy anything else.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-08-03 01:38 am UTC (link)
As he paced about, Greg could only watch from the floor, slightly surprised again at Theo's words. Not sick? But the last thing Greg needed to do was agitate Theo again. He turned back to his orange, as he noted Theo's pacing, and he ate more, frowning at how determined Theo was at his state of health.

"Okay, so you aren't sick. Stay here with me, in the now then. Prove to me you can get better. Shit, do you know how much I need to hear you say that you are fine? That you feel great? Ready to do everything on your own and bust loose of this hell hole? I'm doing all I can to get you out of here, Theo, I am. Draco is too."

Greg looked back at the book, and lifted it to Theo, "I got that book you like. Remember? The one with the dogs in it. I thought you might read it. I thought..," and he let his words trail off because saying, I thought it might help you remember more just seemed like a way to antagonize him again.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-08-03 09:34 pm UTC (link)
Theo slowed his pacing when Greg agreed, taking it that the boy believed him. He tilted his head, confused about how he could 'get better' when he was clearly already well. "I am fine, I am, I'm FINE." he insisted. "You CAN'T! This is, you can't take me out of my head, out of... where..." he stopped and sat down abruptly, confused. "Where will the thoughts go... banished away like the thestrals?" he asked, hissed almost between clenched teeth as though his head was in pain.

And then Greg distracted him with the book.

If theo had been a dog his ears would have pricked up and forward. He tilted his head at the vaguly familiar cover and then crawled - unbothered about getting up off the floor - on his knees over to Greg, reaching out to take the book. "I know this?" he said, not really a question but not sure enough to be a statement.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-08-03 09:52 pm UTC (link)
Greg faltered for a moment, "Get out of your head? What the hell are you talking about?! I want you in your right mind and out of this god forsaken room. Out of this facility. Out of this hospital. Please, sweet. Salavar, bring your head and thoughts with you! Shit Theo! How can you leave what's in your mind behind?"

But for a moment, Greg thought Theo might do better if he could banish the insanity. It wasn't even possible and as Greg handed Theo the book, he tried to look nonplussed. He reached for the large bag of crisps and opened them to start eating them.

"That book? You loved it. Read it all the time from what I saw. Want to read some to me?"

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-08-07 12:45 am UTC (link)
Theo flinched at Greg's use of words and the tone that was borne from exasperation but sounded too much like anger for Theo to be comfortable with them. As far as he was aware then he was in his head, the walls were his skull, this was all in his mind... he couldn't tell up from down and Greg was trying to make him see a snese that didn't exist to him.

He was too afraid to reply though and then Greg distracted Theo again with the book. He opened it and was so absorbed with its pages that he didn't even have time to shudder at the crisps Greg opened. "I can't read this." he said absently, flicking through it though, pouring through it, the words feeling like one of Greg's hugs, familiar and lost at the same time.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-08-07 02:29 am UTC (link)
Greg ate some, watching Theo turn through the pages and he could only shake his head and let out a large sigh. Theo said one thing but then did the opposite. It made Greg ponder his chances of getting thru to Theo, of having him home and managing him. With a heavy heart, Greg realized that it was going to be a ton of work, maybe the most work he'd ever done. He was glad for the ease of the job at Hogwarts; he might be forced to be a bit slack on his responsibilities while he supervised Theo. At least, until he could be trusted. Greg had to really wonder how long that would be.

"You can't read it to me or you won't? Not that it much matters. But I am fond of your voice. You used to read to me, when we were alone."

Greg could not keep the tone of disappointment out of his voice. So far, except for the brief recognition from Theo, this visit was pretty much a bust; Greg was at zero for zero on getting anything right for this man he loved.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-08-09 12:12 am UTC (link)
Theo bent over the book, cross-legged, the tip of his thumb in his mouth as he perused it, rocking back and forth a little absently and humming thoughtfully.

"A story?" he muttered, almost only to himself, but not quite. "A story, a story..." he looked up at Greg, tilting his head and thinking. "Once upon a time, they wandered into woods vast and dark and towered overhead, with sheets to the sides and the wands all in a roof of twigs above..." he looked up, moving his hand above his head like he was painting the picture as well as describing it. "In a tangle above them and no, no, they couldn't fly out." he looked back down at the book then leant back a little, drawing his knees up to his chest. "They couldn't fly out then when the night, when the night came-" he shuddered a little bit and then said in almost a whisper, "-when the night came the, then it brought with it the wolves." he shuddered hard then and it turned to shaking as he couldn't seem to stop. He put his hands over his face and stayed huddled there, quiet.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-08-09 01:45 am UTC (link)
Greg paused in his eating, his hand falling down with the chips uninteresting him as he listened, transported by what Theo was saying. He'd never heard this story, and wondered if it was real or if it was something from Theo's mind. He could could see the tangle of limbs above his head in a moment, but as Theo's voice began to shake, Greg frowned.

Sliding across the floor, Greg moved to Theo's side and put first one arm around him and then another as he pulled him to him, to comfort the trembling boy.

"There will be no wolves, Theo, there won't. I won't let them harm you, love. You are safe with me," he said, leaning his head to rest his own against Theo's. He took a moment and then turned and kissed the other's head, laying kisses upon him in comfort.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-08-09 02:14 am UTC (link)
Theo semi-noticed Greg move over to him but he collapsed himself down into Greg's arms, huddling in against his chest when the hug was given - he may not have known him at times, but Greg had become a safe place for Theo here too.

He whimpered a little, his character so detached from what it had used to be, but the kisses did soothe something inside him because the wolves had never come with kisses, just claws to catch and break his body open to get to what was in his ribs. The next breath he drew shuddered, broken against the thoughts in his mind and he held onto Greg all the tighter.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-08-09 05:21 pm UTC (link)
Greg held Theo close, wanting only to help sooth the trembling man. It was difficult to think of Theo as a man, his shape so slender and frail; he was still a boy to Greg, and it made Greg want to protect him all the more. Greg kept laying kisses on Theo's head, and his one hand moved to tip Theo's face up.

"Don't be afraid. I'll always protect you, love," Greg said, tenderly, and he began to lay little kisses on Theo's forehead and his cheeks, "No wolves, no lost in the woods. Just you and me, sitting here on our butts," he said, "In St. Mungo's, waiting to get out and go home to Hogwarts."

He gave a small sigh; it seemed like they'd never get out at this rate, that Greg would never get Theo out of here.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-08-09 10:35 pm UTC (link)
Theo looked up when Greg urged his head that way taking the kisses with quiet blinking the way you'd do if you were looking up at gentle rain.

"Not home Greg." he said, his fingers curling around Greg's arm tighter than he'd have been credit for. "They sleep there, in the dark, come out to... they come... I won't-" he looked furious suddenly, angry in a way that had more life than he'd ever shown in this place before now, getting up on his knees to grab at the front of Greg's shirt. "They can't bite you Greg, I'll burn them all, I'll sever his hands from his fucking wrists!" he snarled.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-08-09 10:45 pm UTC (link)
Theo's anger was shocking; it was shocking and thrilling in that same moment, to see him so passionately alive!

"You'd do that for me?" he said, and the awe was not easy to keep out of his tone, "You would, wouldn't you?! You are my fucking knight in white armor, coming to my rescue against....the wolves," Greg said, not missing in Theo's heat the words his hands...his wrists...

For whatever reason, Theo was clear about wanting to protect Greg from his dead father, and that notion made Greg's heart utterly melt, "You protect me, don't you? You always have, as much as you could Theo," Greg said, and it was, for a change, his turn to melt against Theo, his head moving forward to rest on Theo's shoulders, his lips at Theo's neck.

Greg kissed the skin he could reach, wanting to fold into Theo's arms, if such a thing were possible. They would have looked absurd, the big man hunkered down against the frail one, but Greg could give a shit.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-08-10 09:56 pm UTC (link)
Theo was almost breathless with his insistence, the fervor he was feeling now something that he hadn't felt for more than months, for years almost - the last time he became this animated he'd been sedated less than twenty minutes after.

His fingers were curled tight, would have been almost painful against Greg had he not been just so physically weak. He growled at just the idea of the horrors in his head - horrors that had been real - getting their claws anywhere near Greg, despite the fact that they'd already swiped the once-boy hard enough, deep enough to draw blood and leave wounds. The things he was so afraid of weren't quite restricted to the touch of the Dark Mark, but he couldn't seperate anything out in his head in any way that would stop him thinking that they were all coming as a pack in the night.

He reached out, gathering Greg against him as much as he could and holding tight, and yeah they might have made a strange looking couple, but the way they looked shouldn't have counted, not when they felt like this about each other. Theo had been so different in school, independent to the point where it endangered him, unafraid to carve out his own path when so many around him were trying to choose other people's paths to go down - killing his father and coming here had stripped that away from him leaving him wounded and vulnerable, the bare bones of the gentler boy he might have been had he had any other surname but Nott. Even that didn't matter right then; he would have tried to tear anyone who came near Greg apart with all the paltry strength he had left.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-08-11 07:44 pm UTC (link)
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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-08-11 07:39 pm UTC (link)
Greg surrendered to the embrace, closing his eyes and breathing deeply as Theo held him, protective and shielding. It was a refreshing change, and Greg wanted it to last; it made him feel like Theo was partially sane. He had no notion of what had spurred it, and as he lay against Theo, he wondered how Theo's mind worked, plagued by these ideas of having to hide, first like a child under a table without speaking, to running from wolves and being devoured by them (in his mind.)

The protective nature of Theo's embrace served to hearten Greg, though he was plagued by doubts. How would Theo be upon returning to school? Greg thought the location might dispatch some of these terrors but what about the times it did not? Would Theo run wild about Hogwarts? Would he slip in to some sort of time delirium and try to enter their old common rooms, only to be barred by a new password? Would Theo turn on students, thinking them attackers or worse, wolves? Greg had these images of him, having to chase Theo all over the school grounds, and as much as the protective hold helped him feel better, Greg hoped fervently that Hogwarts and being gone from this terrible place would help Theo accept the present and heal from the past.

"You do love me," he murmured, "Even if you don't remember who I am half of the time. That's okay, Theo, really, as long as you love me."

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-08-12 09:29 pm UTC (link)
"Yes." Theo said, more sure about this point than he had been about anything for the past five years and more, more sure about this than about anything he had ever been. "I'll stop them. They can't take you to their den, won't, won't drag you into their den, their pit. Won't let them. They, they can... tear this, tear this flesh and-" he closed his eyes and squeezed Greg for a second, something else, darker than the darkest Mark skittered through his mind and was gone in an instant. "In dreams, even, they can, all the things they do Greg, all, they can do them and I'll still... not a single... not one..." he smoothed trembling fingers over Greg's head, pulling back just a little, only enough to look down at him. "Head under the sheets Greg, head under the sheets, always be safe."

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-08-16 12:08 am UTC (link)
Greg breathed in Theo's scent, and he could still get a faint trace of the man he loved there beneath the harsh smell of hospital soap and antiseptic. He wanted Theo to hold him for hours and hours, and he didn't move as Theo went on about the wolves. His own arms went about Theo's waist and he pulled Theo to him and turned his head into Theo, kissing the fabric and wishing he were kissing skin.

"I'll let you stop them, this time Theo. But the next, it will be you and I, always. I don't want you trying to fend them off on your own. You need my help, as I need yours," and he turned his head to see Theo looking down at him, "Under the sheets with me? I know I'll be safe with you then," he said, giving Theo a small sliver of a smile. He certainly had no problems if Theo spoke about being in bed with him, caring for him, hiding with him. He would do that, gladly.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-08-16 07:52 pm UTC (link)
Theo silenced as Greg pulled him closer, tucking his head down and under Greg's chin, his silence satisfied and still. He curled up childlike, a child he'd never been, and nuzzled in.

He looked worrieed as Greg spoke, reaching to hold Greg's face between his hands. "No." he said softly. "No, no, nowhere with you there, you must be nowhere... just... just safe Greg. Far, far, far away, away from the sheets, the traps, spiderwebs, spider traps."

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