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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
2010-08-09 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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