✦✧WRENADRIELWINCHESTER seventh year || Slytherin prefect || pureblood legilimens Quidditch keeper and captain || Cooking club critic and captin || Herbology club lollygager _______________
Wren grunted out a vague acknowledgment when Eion teased him about “googly eyes”. He was about to deny that he ever made “googly eyes”-- that had to be Nim, hopefully--when Eion moved on.
”I’m fine, thanks,” Wren rattled off immediately, voice the same flat tone he’d used all year to reply. He cleared his throat, took a long drink of a water bottle in his bag, focusing more on his mental walls than everything behind it. This was practice.
”Really. I’m fine.” Wren repeated, more confidently this time, but beneath the exterior he was swirling with anxiety. Yukon and Sparrow seemed to be at least sober enough to study for exams and discuss drama club. Nimbus has finally stopped hiding his hurt. Earlier in the school year there had been instances of self-harm and breaking up that had scared Wren, but they had put a stop to that. Nim was doing better. Everyone was doing better. Except Ari. Aria was still dead.
Wren had seen the thestrals since his fourth year, after coming home from his great-grandfather’s death and funeral. He hadn’t thought much about them until he saw Yukon and Sparrow reacting to the thestrals early this year. Wren wished he could take their pain. He could deal with it. He seemed to be handling things better anyways. Maybe. Churning down behind Wren’s eyes wasn’t someone who wanted to drown himself in alcohol to forget, but the guilt-ridden conscience of someone who was forcing himself to stay sober through it all, a punishment to remember everyone’s pain. He should have done something. He knew Nim’s stepmother was abusive and manipulative. He had urged them to get out when ministry inquiries fell on deaf ears. But they weren’t fast enough. Wren should have done more. He should have done something. He could have just gone in and done the unpleasant work of killing said stepmother, whatever it took. He should have done it. Even if it took a few years in Azkaban, it was better than losing Aria.
But shoulds and regrets were meaningless. In the end he’d been useless.
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settingEmpty Classroom, April 2053 || with Eion, cats Dunce and Boots appearance 5'8", fit, with remarkably nice skin aside from quaffle callouses || wearingNim's sweater + dark jeans status Feelings and thoughts _______________ //OOC: As always, I leave it to you to determine how much truth Eion gets from Wren.
Cinnabun Gryffie
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Sometimes solutions aren't so simple Sometimes goodbye's the only way And the shadow of the day Will embrace the world in grey And the sun will set for you ✧✦ "Shadow of the Day" by Linkin Park, cover by Chase Eagleson
Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2021 7:56 pm
xx✯Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Unused Classroom xxx✯Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Wren xxxx✯Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Practicing Mind Magic xxxxx✯Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I hope this helps
Eion raised an eyebrow when Wren rather brusquely claimed to be fine. After a second, he said again that he was fine. Eion nodded once, trying to push past Wren's Occlumency walls. Unfortunately, the Slytherin was a lot stronger at his walls than Eion was at knocking them down. Fortunately, Eion knew that tone of voice, as well as how his friend must be feeling. "Wren, just because you're a better Occlumens than me, doesn't mean I don't know what's going on. Aria was important to you, and she's practically part of your family. It's like losing a limb or... or a chunk of your soul.
"It's one of the worst pains you can experience, to lose someone. It's like time moves faster and slower all at once and you realize you've now gotta go the whole rest of your life without them to guide you. It's scary and awful, but you just have to know that you've got friends all around that are there too. I... don't know if it helps at all, but I'm one of those people. Even if you don't want to talk... I can just... be there." His voice got quieter as he went on, a tear sliding down his cheek. He'd never experienced death quite as closely, but he had lost his mom and his whole way of life, even though it hadn't exactly been the best way of life. He signed softly, then wiped his eye. He never was one to really discuss his life, especially prior to Eme and Sena. Maybe someday he'd trust someone enough to speak about it.
✦✧WRENADRIELWINCHESTER seventh year || Slytherin prefect || pureblood legilimens Quidditch keeper and captain || Cooking club critic and captin || Herbology club lollygager _______________
Wren took some solace in his Occlumency walls apparently repelling Eion’s probing. Maybe not as much as Eion let on though--or maybe he just knew Wren too well. Eion offered gentle comfort, and said he was there if Wren needed to talk. ”I’ll be okay,” he muttered quietly again. He didn’t need catharsis. He needed repentance.
The surly Slytherin brushed off Eion’s comfort like he had all the platitudes since the tragedy months ago. But Wren knew from these legilimency practices that Eion had gone through loss and death before. That made it better somehow. Gratitude settled finally, and though Wren said nothing, he made sure Eion could feel his thanks.
“Your turn,” Wren said, turning the conversation away before Eion could get even more mushy and make Wren talk. ”I’ve noticed you call your parents Eme and Sena, even in your head. I know you’re adopted, but you’re definitely a Delacroix. What gives? Lingering attachment?”
Wren regretted his phrasing immediately. Eion’s stepfather had been an abusive drunk as far as Wren had discerned. His mom hadn’t stood by him, which by Wren’s recent perspective, made her just as culpable for the abuse, and useless at best. He paused. ”I didn’t mean that. I just...being a jerk.”
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settingEmpty Classroom, April 2053 || with Eion, cats Dunce and Boots appearance 5'8", fit, with remarkably nice skin aside from quaffle callouses || wearingNim's sweater + dark jeans status Feelings and thoughts _______________ //OOC: ---
Cinnabun Gryffie
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Sometimes solutions aren't so simple Sometimes goodbye's the only way And the shadow of the day Will embrace the world in grey And the sun will set for you ✧✦ "Shadow of the Day" by Linkin Park, cover by Chase Eagleson
Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2021 11:35 pm
xx✯Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Unused Classroom xxx✯Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Wren xxxx✯Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Practicing Mind Magic xxxxx✯Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I hope he doesn't hate me
Eion nodded once when Wren murmured that he'd be okay. A soft sigh came from the Ravenclaw, a little frown on his face. He could feel that Wren was struggling, but it was clear he didn't really want to talk about it. Maybe some day there would be some rest for the collective troubles of those affected. Even the ones that weren't directly connected to Aria were down, but hopefully they would soon feel better. Eion didn't know much about deaths of friends or family members, but people no longer being there... well.
Before he could speak up again, Wren turned the tables. He asked about Eme and Sena, then questioned why he did so. He was indeed very much a Delacroix, but it wasn't lingering attachment that made him choose the names. Eion closed his eyes for a second, trying his best to secure his walls. "I... I just do, okay? It's not easy for me to show... emotions and stuff." He looked at Wren, struggling to keep his walls up. Of course, he wasn't the best at occlumency. Most likely, Wren could feel the fear and frustration brewing.
He sighed again, biting his lip in frustration. Wren then said he didn't mean it, and that he'd been being a jerk. "No, it's.. all part of our deal, right? We have to try to keep up our walls and stuff. I just don't think I'll ever be good at it." He dropped his gaze to the ground, feeling a bubble of anger roll up, then dissipate. After a second, he took a deep breath, then continued. "I'm afraid that if I get too close, well, I'll lose everything. I know they're my parents and they'll love me forever and stuff, but I'm just scared that if I let myself fall, I'll get burned, y'know?" He shook his head, hating how childish and scared he sounded.
✦✧WRENADRIELWINCHESTER seventh year || Slytherin prefect || pureblood legilimens Quidditch keeper and captain || Cooking club critic and captin || Herbology club lollygager _______________
Wren met Eion’s eye head on, probing mentally with a quiet ”Legilimens.” He eased up for a moment to apologize--or as much as Wren ever did apologize--for being a jerk about the question. Eion said it wasn't easy for him to show emotions. Wren resumed his mental poking, trying to figure out what Eion meant by that-- he got a brief flash of frustration, but not enough to understand what Eion was frustrated about -- His parents? His birthmother? The question? This practice?
“I get too close, well, I'll lose everything. I know they're my parents and they'll love me forever and stuff, but I'm just scared that if I let myself fall, I'll get burned, y'know?
Wren had an idea of Eion’s feeling. Nim’s glare the first time they met after ghosting him back in second grade made seven year old Wren inclined to agree with Eion’s sentiment. But seventeen year old Wren had well...people he cared too much about to deny. Friends.
“You just offered to talk. That goes both ways you know. If you want to talk.” He poked a little more, caught a glimpse of frustration and something darker-- fear. Wren made a little huff and leaned down, picking up Boots and plopping the cat into Eion’s lap. This is what cats were for-- comfort and hugs and feelings. Wren swooped his own cat up, petting her gently as he continued: ”Honestly, yeah. People are s**t. They leave you without explanation, they’re selfish and in it for themselves. And just when you think you can trust them, they betray you in the worst way. But sometimes getting broken means you can get fixed up better. Like legilimency practice. We might suck compared to each other still, but there’s a reason we’re leagues better than those other mouthbreathers. We spent time being vulnerable with each other and...got better that way.”
He held Dunce up and nuzzled her nose affectionately before flicking her ear. Dunce purred, and the ghost of a smirk crossed Wren’s face. ”Or...something cheesy hopeful like that, right?”
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settingEmpty Classroom, April 2053 || with Eion, cats Dunce and Boots appearance 5'8", fit, with remarkably nice skin aside from quaffle callouses || wearingNim's sweater + dark jeans status Cats are good for feelings _______________ //OOC: ---
Cinnabun Gryffie
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Sometimes solutions aren't so simple Sometimes goodbye's the only way And the shadow of the day Will embrace the world in grey And the sun will set for you ✧✦ "Shadow of the Day" by Linkin Park, cover by Chase Eagleson
Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2021 2:04 pm
❀✿WESLYNREMARKAKNOLLE seventh year || Hufflepuff Head Girl || halfblood animagus Art Club marine artist|| Cooking Club head chef Herbology Club co-captain || Quidditch manager _______________
A flash of lightning lit up the sky outside and Weslyn jumped from where she was studying. She panicked for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Kenny? It’s time. I’ll be right back."
Weslyn headed for the transfiguration classroom and found her potion-- she hadn’t seen it for a whole month now, but it was finally time. She took a deep breath as another flash of lightning lit up the windows. She had started feeling a double heartbeat back in October, but then it had felt more like a triple-heartbeat and gotten headaches afterwards, so she wasn’t exactly sure. Maybe it meant she did something terribly wrong. Maybe it meant she was turning into a worm or hagfish or squid or octopus or something with more than one heart. She took a deep breath and checked the potion-- Blood red. The potion looked perfect.
With a relieved smile, Weslyn bundled the potion and quickly made her way back to Kenny. She hoped her form wasn’t a worm, but it was better than permanently destroying herself, and it was a little late to have second thoughts.
“Alright. Ready,” she said, a little nervously still. “Thank you for being here for me...Hopefully nothing goes wrong, but if it does...please get Professor Drage? And and...if it gets very bad, please tell Yukon and Mum and Dad that I love them.”
Hopefully it wouldn't get that bad. Her potion looked perfect after all, and she'd gotten the heartbeat feeling. But Weslyn still worried. This was her after all. What if the dew she'd added had seen sunlight? What if she'd added a little too much or too little of a potion? She transfigured a box into a bucket, and filled it with water, just in case she turned out to be a fish, or something went terribly awry and she set herself on fire. If she turned into a giant sea creature like a whale or even a dolphin....well they would have bigger problems. But she trusted Kenny to be able to solve them.
It was a little late to turn back. She had to see this through. Be just a little brave. Weslyn took another deep breath and squeezed the potato stress-ball in her bag a few times for reassurance. She set her glasses safely in her bag and traded the potato-ball for her wand. With a final breath as a human, Wes touched the tip to her heart. “Amato Animo Animato Animagus.”
Then she downed the potion.
Almost immediately, Weslyn felt the strange double--triple?--heartbeat that started in her chest and spread to her head. Except this time it felt like fire searing through her. If the heartbeat before had been a gentle sizzle of oil in a warm pan, it was now like someone had dumped water into the oil and everything was exploding--not onto her skin, but through her body.
There was a flash of darkness in her head and the image of many sucker-covered arms, like one of the deep sea horrors she’d built the masquerade around. She normally would have known the name of the creature, not to mention its habitat and behavioral details, but right now all of Wes’s attention was focused on maintaining some sense of herself through the pain. She felt like her organs were melting, each layer of tissue and skin and sinew lighting up like lava. And then there was a flash of magic, stronger than any magic she had ever cast before, as the lava broke like a wave on the beach.
Like a wave stretching across the sand before retreating to the sea, the burning feeling cooled and eased. Weslyn opened her eyes--giant bulging eyes sticking out of her head--and stretched, unfolding one-two-four-eight arms, and greeted the world as an octopus.
The octopus curled its tendril like arms around, grasping the potato stress ball and reaching towards Kenny. It shifted around in small, strangled motions. Octopi, it seemed, were not meant to be quite so dry.
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settingEmpty classroom near the Transfiguration room, January 2055 || with Kenny....maybe someone else. appearance 5'2", petite || wearingglasses + knit cardiga and leggings status Octopus thoughts _______________ //OOC: Feel free to have Kenny pull Skip over! And don't worry, octopi can survive for about 20 minutes out of the water. You can also just pick her up and throw her in water lolol
Cat Waffle
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Tides will turn Rest assured ‘Cause seasons pass A new day dawns And through the clouds the sun will shine To guide you home into the light Let us follow where rivers flow Let’s see how far we can go When it feels like you’re out on your own Hear the voice that’s calling you home ✿❀ ~"Anew" by Hollow Coves.
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Abandoned Classroom, Third Floor xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Heartbreak and Loneliness xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Thinking sad thoughts xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?Why didn't they love me?
Winter break. A time when the school was finally, mercifully quiet. All her roommates had gone home to spend time with their families 'and to get away from their creepy, mean roommate, don't forget that...' Csuri shook her head, trying to clear it of thoughts. As much as she hated to admit it, her room had been too quiet to get much sleep. Between her shared room at Wool's and the shared room here, she hadn't had an empty room in years and years. But, oh well. Whatever. She had plans to take advantage of the empty hallways and find a safe, quiet nook away from everyone else. That way, when the school did inevitably fill back up with students, she'd have a safe place all to herself.
In her dorm, Csuri dumped out her school bag on her bed, textbooks, crumpled notes, and a few pens rolled out, and she plopped on the floor in front of her trunk. Despite being told not to, Csuri had packed several of her favorite books from Wool's (probably leaving at least the so-called "big kids" shelf barren) in her trunk. She grabbed a few well-worn Nancy Drew novels out, pushing them into her backpack instead. She also rooted around to find a flashlight, a soft blanket, and her plush cat that her grandma had gotten her when she was only three.
As she searched around for a free notebook, her small hands brushed over something cold... something glass. Pushing aside some threadbare clothes, Csuri saw herself. She was far younger here, and accompanied by the people she'd tried to forget as parents. As if by compulsion, the frame went into her bag too, followed by the pillow from her bed. After shoving her feet into her boots, Csuri slipped out of her room, then the common room on the hunt for somewhere safe. She wandered about half an hour, before finally coming upon an empty, if dusty, room. There were some spare desks piled up along one wall, but the rest was empty. It looked like no one had been here in forever.
It was perfect.
Setting down her bag, Csuri moved to pull a long table from the pile of desks, moving it to the opposite side of the room. The blonde then put her blanket on the ground under the table, followed by her pillow and Whisker Snuggums. She set up the books in a neat stack beside her comfy area, then carefully set up the photo frame there as well. Her flashlight was grabbed and lit, making a somewhat-useful spotlight under the table, even if the light shined under the door. She kicked her boots off and over into a pile with her now-empty backpack, then she crawled under the dusty table. This would work perfectly.
A small hand reached over to grab a book, but instead knocked over the precariously perched photo frame. crashhhh Csuri looked over, seeing the glass had split in three, separating her from her parents by jagged lines etched in glass. Her fingers gently brushed over the photo, tears welling in silvery-grey eyes. A small sniffle sounded, before the girl couldn't hold back the floodgates. Here, in this hidden away place she'd made, she felt so alone. Her parents probably didn't even miss her, and heck, the people at the orphanage probably didn't even notice she hadn't come home. A small sob escaped her as she curled up a bit, looking into the fake smiles of her parents. The photo always moved the same way. Smiles, a shutter flash... then her parents split apart to walk away from her. Little three year old Csuri, looking so hurt each time, a sad little frown falling on her face.
And there it had remained all these years. Hidden behind a mask of anger, Csuri was really just... a sad, lonely little weirdo, with no family that would ever love her.
Cass had spent her year either high and having fun with Syd, or sober and studying or making time for hobbies. It sucked because she knew this couldn't last. Even if he had wanted their relationship to be more than physical, he was graduating this year. She knew all good things had to end, though, so she'd just enjoy it while it lasted. That day, they were supposed to meet in one of the empty classrooms to "study" and do art... though as it so often did, she figured it'd end in them having messy, passionate sex somewhere.
Cass walked into the classroom they'd agreed upon, using her wand to flip one of the tables upright, before she brought over a couple chairs. From her bag, she pulled out a small bowl of cookies she'd made to share with Syd. She also pulled out a few of her textbooks, her notes, and her favorite (slightly chewed upon) pen. Perhaps while she was waiting, she could just get a little studying done... He should be here soon enough, and he usually wanted to get high fairly quickly. This time, though, she'd brought some special brownies along as well, just in case that was on his mind. Cass cuddled into the hoodie she'd stolen from Syd's room after their last romp there, vaguely noting it smelled like he did... and that wasn't a bad thing...
Another busy day, another day of trying so hard to make sure everyone around him wore their smiles. Sure, it meant Tàmhas had a permanent mask of his own grin, but if it meant others could be happy... well, wasn’t that just his cross to bear? After helping some lost first years find their way, the brunette slipped into the library. It felt weird to slink in the shadows, especially across from the club he’d helped found. Too many times in that very room he’d listened to the woes of others, their worries and strife, conflicts they couldn’t figure out alone. But now, here he was, avoiding that bit of responsibility. He was so tired and just needed a little bit of a break and he still had a whole week before winter break would grant him mercy.
Inside the library, he set up at one of the tables tucked in the back, his textbooks in a little pile to attempt to hide him from the world. He tried to read, tried to work on studies, but his brain simply couldn’t process information. Instead, he pulled out his timetable, which was more filled out than empty. He had to add in more study time, more time to work on talking with people... but also somehow more time to handle the other million of his responsibilities. Maybe he’d try to find another co-announcer, since Nic was busy for half the games. It would help take a little weight off him... well. He didn’t want to drop that responsibility on anyone else either. A sigh left him and he shook his head. Maybe just a few minutes of a rest.
Just as he was about to lay down his head for a second, a voice called out to him. Green eyes glanced up, seeing a few younger students that often dropped by Healthy Haunts. They were all chattering excitedly, telling him about their plans, their excitement. They also asked him about a million questions, but he couldn’t figure out his words to reply. ”Hey, you okay?” The voice came from one of the kids, but their voice sounded far away, like Tàmhas was underwater. He blinked a few times, the world seeming to slant off-kilter. The other voices were still there, indecipherable buzzing. Pushing to his feet, the brunette knew he had to get away. Anywhere. He couldn’t be here anymore. He waved a hand over toward the others, wobbly steps leading him outside the library.
The pressure was building up, the only sound in his head now the pounding of his heart. Tàm stumbled as he walked, brain not able to focus on anything. His thoughts were scrambled, his brain unable to find purchase. Eventually he found himself alone in one of the many unused classrooms, and finally, he thought he could rest. Leaning against the wall, his legs gave out, dropping him like a weight onto the stone floor below. Tears spilled down his face, but even then, he couldn’t comprehend the emotions coursing through him.
The pressure was building up, his heart struggling like it was trying to push molasses through his veins. He needed a release. He needed an escape. Green eyes looked around the still-slanted view, colors and shapes distorting into a mess of grey. The only shape he could make out was the knife on his belt. It had always been worn by Áedán, but now it was on the nymph’s belt. Maybe.... maybe he could let out a little steam. Just a little pressure, then his head would be so much clearer. He’d be able to think, to breathe again.
Reaching down, he lifted the blade, the silvery steel glinting in the low lights of the room. It wouldn’t be much, not enough for pain... certainly not enough for the beyond. Just enough to get his brain back in order. His mind tried to rationalize, tried to find an escape method. His head was swimming, thrumming with pain that was building up. With a quiet sob, he slid the blade against his skin. As crimson slipped down, dropping onto the stone below like rubies in a darkened lake. But... but it helped. The world was a little less messy, a little softer and lighter.
He moved the blade, repeating the motion. Each time he did, each move he made helped his brain unfog a bit. Despite sharp pain in his wrist hand hand, he switched sides. He wasn’t as coordinated with his right hand, but oh well. The blade slid against his pale skin just the same. He let out a heavy exhale, the weight of the world floating away from him. Here in this room, this carmine sea, he was free. No responsibility, no obligation. He didn’t have to keep up his mask of a smile... Brown curls laid back against the wall as his eyes drifted closed. The sleeves of his sweater worked to try and absorb some of the mess, but he was content either way. Here, covered in his own blood, Tàmhas finally felt like his stresses were gone.
xx♥Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Fourth Floor xxx♥Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Tàmhas xxxx♥Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Panic attacks and stress xxxxx♥Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?Oh my god, Tàmhas
It had been a very bright day and her eyes and head were hurting, Jesus, how did people do this every day? Even though she was wearing her sunglasses inside like a weirdo, her eyes still hurt from the sunlight. That was one of the downsides of being a half-vampire, after all. Unfortunately it was something she had to deal with on a day-to-day basis. She had spent most of the day in the library trying to study for her Transfiguration class, but every time she got into it, either she experienced another pang of pain in her head, or her sunglasses slipped down and she had to adjust them. Everything seemed to be against her studying. But everywhere else was so bright, so she couldn't study there. And the Slytherin Common Room was too loud. Just... ugh... She was just going to bed early. She had stuffed her books back into her bag and was heading down to the dungeons so that she could crawl into bed.
Walking down the hall in the fourth floor corridor, Hes pushed up the sunglasses and fiddled with the heart earrings she'd put in this morning to match her sweater. She was trodding through the corridor, head throbbing with pain, when a smell drifted into her nostrils. Her head suddenly perked up. This smell... it was one she'd smelled before and it triggered something inside her... something carnal. It was the smell of blood. Immediately, her mouth was watering. What the heck?! Stop... she thought to herself, trying to get her mouth to stop salivating. Hesperia sniffed the air again. If someone was bleeding, they probably needed help and Hes would do what she could. The brunette continued sniffing the air, following the delicious smell of blood... Ah, ********... stop thinking that... Why was she so hungry all of a sudden?
The smell of blood led her to a classroom with the door propped open a little, she was sure because of how strong the smell was. "Hello?" Hes squeaked, unsure of what she was going to find inside this room. She reached behind her to try and find her wand in her backpack while she pushed open the door. It was dark inside the room but the smell of blood was so pervasive that her mouth was salivating so much and her heart was pounding so hard. Her brain was foggy with the smell of blood, something her monster craved so dearly. Since the room was already very dark, Hes pushed up her sunglasses on her forehead. "Is anyone..." she started until she saw the source of the blood smell. Her friend, her first friend, Tàmhas, was here and he was the one who was bleeding. She could barely make out his normal scent over the overwhelming scent of delicious blood. "Tàmhas!" she screamed, shrugging her backpack off and throwing herself to the floor beside him. Her sunglasses flew off her head and skittered across the floor. "Are you okay? What happened? Wake up Tàm!"
She looked for the source of the blood, grabbing at his hand, which came away covered in blood. Her heart was literally in her throat and she was panting hard. The smell was overwhelming her and she leaned down almost instinctively to attempt to drink the blood. "Tàm what happened?! Tàmhas!" She picked up his other arm and saw it was bleeding as well. Quickly, she pulled her sweater up over her head and wrapped a sleeve around each arm, doing her best to tie them off and stop the bleeding. Every second he bled, her mind wanted to feed on him and she was struggling against the monster inside. "Tàm, please..." she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to stop the bleeding. If only she knew some healing magic...
His head was finally feeling clear...ish. The thoughts were no longer racing, instead swirling around at a sluggish pace. He leaned against the wall, letting free a heavy exhale. Tears continued running down his face, splashing down on his blood-soaked sweater. He was tired, so tired, and he just wanted to rest. As his scrambled thoughts seemed to focus for a moment, registering that someone else was with him. They were asking for anyone... but where even was he? Last he'd remembered, he was in the library reading books... but this wasn't the library. Tàmhas glanced around, though the world was a little out of focus. His name was said, but it sounded a million miles away.
The voice.... it was familiar.... she asked if he was okay, what happened. "Ah.... Ah juist...." he mumbled, trying to push himself back up into a sitting position, rather than his slumped stature. When her hand touched the open wounds lacing up his wrist, Tàm instinctively drew in a sharp, hiss of an inhale. Oh, that pain brought his brain back to the situation at hand. A sharp hit sounded, but it took the teen a second to realize it hadn't been him that had gotten hit. He was asked again what happened, and he looked over with teary eyes. "Ah juist... 'twas sae.... Mah heid wis sae stowed oot, th' pressure wis awfy much. Ah juist coudnae handle it anymair! " He lifted his shaky hands, wanting to wipe away the tears with his sweater, but his hands were captured by Hesperia.
He slid back down a bit, eyes heavy and drifting closed. "Hes... Ah think we ought tae gang tae th' hospital win' noo..." He glanced over, his heartbeat feeling erratic in his chest. It didn't help that she looked to be somehow in worse straits than he was. He reached a hand out, confused when he noticed her sweater sleeves wrapped around his wrists like a heavy shackle. Oh man. It must've been worse than he thought. He squirmed a bit, trying to get himself on foot. It was an almost impossible task, but he was eventually upright. About then, his green eyes noticed just how much of a mess was spilled everywhere. He knew he should clean up, but with how tired he was, he was certain he'd mess up and cause more damage. Tàmhas took a shaky step, knowing he needed to get to the hospital wing sooner, rather than later. Even his nymphic magic couldn't help here.
xx❀Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Empty Classroom xxx❀Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?No one xxxx❀Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Making Lace xxxxx❀Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?There's so much still to do
Ella sighed as she ran to the empty classroom on the third floor she'd claimed for herself. It was mostly filled with projects for the upcoming wedding. There were two mannequins set up, one with a half-finished lace skirt and the other was simply draped in a deep navy fabric. She had a lot of sewing to do before winter break, which was coming up unfortunately quickly. With Finn and Rey's help, the musical parts had been completed, so Ella was able to focus here. Thankfully Linsey had said she wanted to make Ella's dress, so Ella could focus elsewhere.
She'd managed to finish the embroidery that morning, but she still had a lot of lace to make. Ella sighed as she stood in front of the bobbin tray, carefully tying the lace in the intricate pattern. Hidden within the design were silvery snowflakes, which would shimmer in the lights. It was one of Bieito's specialties, if his dress for Charlotte last year had been any indication. Ella had also secreted some sparkly blue thread for a few of the snowflakes, partly to match, partly because there was the old adage that one needed something blue. Hopefully Linsey would like it. She sighed softly, still trying to figure out how she'd find time to finish everything.
I felt what the pain from true sadness is like I really need your embrace I'm like a moth to a flame But when my feelings with you, I am longer confused I am teary-eyed, but with you, they start to dry
🍀☯🌷☮Lyric was feeling the force and stress of his NEWT exams pretty badly today, to the point where even working on his side herbology projects filled him with more anxiety than relaxation. As ridiculous as it sounded, he wouldn't be able to relax if he didn't study. At least the parts he already knew! (Or at least, what he thought-hoped-he knew). He'd first attempted in the common room but it seemed like the agreed upon spot for friends to gush and talk loudly about the winter festival coming up. So then he tried the library but most of the tables had already been taken and even the solitary chairs as well. He'd even tried the kitchens but while the house elves were always happy to let him just sit and study, today they were filled with such a frenzy-possibly about the same festival possibly about something else-that he felt like he was just being in the way and left. So he went hunting for a simple empty classroom and found one that was luckily unlocked but also surprisingly occupied.
Lyric's eyes widened in surprise at not just seeing Ella but the mannequins, fabric, and lace strewn around her. "Sorry, I didn't think anyone else would be up here. What's with the sewing projects? Are they for personal use or your sister's wedding?" The teen had been graciously invited by Ella to her sibling's wedding (he figured if he didn't think to hard about it he couldn't get confused) and he figured that she probably had a bigger hand in the event than she had at the previous wedding they'd been to. The shimmer of the delicate lace caught his eye and his fingers twitched holding onto his backpack in an effort to resist touching it. "Woah, that's so beautiful. Did you make it?" Lyric was willing to bet she had; Ella had a multitude of hidden talents.
And when I fall apart And when my head is in pieces You pull me out the dark Always you and me, you and me, you're my dynamite You're my guiding star
Ella was carefully twisting the bobbins to work on making the pattern. She was determined to get done with the lacework today, even if it meant maybe possibly staying out past curfew. Of course, she'd never dare tell Alice that, since the girl would be very much disappointed. For now, she just had to focus. She could totally do this! And then she could focus on the dress tomorrow, which would probably be nice, right? She was good enough at sewing, even if she was still miles behind Linsey's skill. It was a shame Ivona wanted to join in on the custom-made dresses. Perhaps Linsey making one for Mum had made her jealous.
When she was focused, Ella let out a nervous squeak when a voice suddenly spoke up. Her wide, honey brown eyes looked over, before she sighed in relief when she realized it was Lyric. He asked if everything was for her use or for Linsey's wedding. "I understand. I found this room about a week ago and figured it'd be a million times easier to use an empty room for all these projects." She sighed softly, trying to put on a grin. "It's for the wedding. Madam Antonov wanted a special dress, so I'm trying to sew that together. I got all the pieces cut and draped, at least. And I'm helping with Linsey's dress, which is mostly being made by Bieito and Milan." And thank goodness it was. Trying to fully make a wedding dress by hand would be an insane ask!
She shifted the bobbins again, noticing Lyric's twitchy fingers. "I am, yes. I got pretty good at lacemaking, so I'm making this for Linsey's dress. See, I'm using a shimmery silver thread in most of the snowflakes, but some of them are blue. Not enough that they should attract attention, but just enough to add a little.. something, y'know?" Ella stepped around, lifting the lace that was already done to show it off. She really hoped he liked it, especially since no one else had seen it yet. "If you want, I can teach you how to make lace sometime? It's easy once you figure out the patterns." She smiled over at Lyric, glad he was the one who'd located her.
I felt what the pain from true sadness is like I really need your embrace I'm like a moth to a flame But when my feelings with you, I am longer confused I am teary-eyed, but with you, they start to dry
🍀☯🌷☮Lyric felt bad he'd scared his friend when Ella let out a squeak at his sudden appearance, but he was grateful she didn't admonish him and even answered all of his questions. It took him a bit longer than he'd like to remember that "Madam Antonov" was probably her brother's mother (again, if he didn't think too hard it allllll made sense) and while he thought it was a bit odd, it seemed perfectly like her to be making her a dress. And of course she was helping with her sister's dress as well, though thankfully she was just doing embellishments and not the full thing. His eyes widened in amazement as Ella casually admitted that she not only made the very beautiful lace herself, but that she was just "pretty good" at it. Meaning she probably had other pieces just as pretty as this one! He leaned closer and a bit lower to look closely at the delicate piece letting out his sounds of awe at the work.
"I've said it before and I'll continue saying it, you are absolutely amazing, Ella. This is literally a work of art!" Lyric complimented his friend with a soft grin. His smile widened as she offered to teach him how to lacework and while he desperately wanted to say yes, he also really didn't want to add to her work load. As he gazed upon her second mannequin, an idea popped into his head. "I think that'd be great! But, slightly better idea, what if I helped you out with your projects? I've gotten pretty good at sewing and mending while helping out at the club. Even my toughest clients call my work 'plebian but passable'." he quoted with a dramatic snobby tone before he laughed. He had been far too young for Eula to feel comfortable putting him to work in the club like they had Afon, so much of his help was more behind the scenes. And after one too many costume emergencies, he'd started to actually put in some practice with her sewing and needlework. Nothing to probably make a career out of but enough that he's begun making his own smaller projects, mainly tops and the rare patterned jeans.
"I know how to follow a pattern, so all you'd have to do really is show me any specifics. You've already got your hands full-somewhat literally even-with all these other things, I just want to help if I can." Lyric remarked with a slightly bashful shrug, not entirely sure why he was feeling shy all of sudden. He did forget to each lunch, it could be that.
And when I fall apart And when my head is in pieces You pull me out the dark Always you and me, you and me, you're my dynamite You're my guiding star
✦✧WREN ADRIEL WINCHESTER
