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Post by Alexys Prso on Jun 2, 2007 11:21:44 GMT -5
The expression on the nurse's face should have told him everything he needed to know. Forcefully blank, and a little disconsolate, it bore the evidence of the last few stressful days. Alexys knew that after this most recent attack, the medical wing was fit to bursting, and all staff were over-worked and under-rested. He opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated, before wringing his hands a little.
"So...So how is he doing?" he asked quietly, almost whispering though there was no need to. The little dumpy nurse regarded him with somber grey-blue eyes, and glanced at the door to her right.
"His condition has more or less stabilized. I'm afraid there are still some complications, though..." she trailed off, and Lexi looked at her imploringly for more information, "Unfortunately, we have been unable to recognize what curse was used to cause such extensive damage. The lacerations on his abdomen and neck, well, we just can't get them to stay closed. His bleeding is profuse - he's pumping it out faster than we can pump it in, to put it crudely. Combine that with his already frail state of health, and the levels of toxins we found in his blood...I have to be honest with you, Monsieur Prso - Monsieur de la Ravin is damned lucky to be alive, poor child."
Alexys stared down at the clean smooth floor of the corridor at his feet, hands flexing and un-flexing. Dark rings circled his tired looking brown eyes, and his hair was rather disheveled, as were his creased clothes. Spending a sleepless night in a hospital corridor trying to get someone to tell him what the hell was going on evidently done nothing for your beauty regime.
"Do you think...do you think I could see him? I mean, just for a little while?" he asked, his voice gently pleading. He had to talk to Serphius, he had things to say that couldn't go unsaid, especially now. The short nurse pursed her lips a little, and frowned at the seventh year pupil before him. He looked so worried, ill almost. With a sigh, she relented to his request, and nodded.
"Alright, alright, but only for twenty minutes. He's a very, very sick boy. You can go in now. He hasn't woken up since he was found, but please be quiet none the less."
Alexys flashed her a small, grateful smile, and placed his hand on the cold handle of the lonely little room. The nurse reached out suddenly, and touched his arm gently to get his attention.
"There is one last thing, Monsieur Prso. Something I didn't mention before," she said. Alexys looked round sharply at her, raising an eyebrow. She looked away, eyes downcast, and continued, “This boy, your friend, has been part of a new worrying trend amongst the attacks…We have sufficient evidence that, along with the obvious wounds, he may have been…sexually assaulted either during, before, or after the attack. We managed to get a DNA sample, but no hits on it so far…I guess…I guess you’ll be wanting some time alone…I will be back to collect you shortly.”
And with that, she turned heel and hurried away down the corridor, clean white shoes squeaking on the clean white floor, leaving Alexys to try and swallow the awkward chunk of information that had just been shoved down his throat. He wasn’t really sure how he felt about all that. Red streaked across his cheeks, and a rather delicious sick feeling swelled in his stomach like a balloon as he turned the door handle, unsure of what to expect inside that little lonely room. What he did see rattled him thoroughly. In the midst of a forest of wires and tubes, going to and from various equipment lay Serphius, head propped up of two white pillows, blue blankets pulled up the his waist, blood stained bandages coving his entire chest, snaking up to and around his neck. The skin that wasn’t obscured by dressings or livid purple-yellow bruises that looked like cheap make-up had a dreadful pallor to it – even those lips, usually so red and perfect, were pale and faint, barely a soft pink. Alexys swallowed hard, and stepped forward slowly, eyes locked onto the bed. His stiff hands groped for the back of a small plastic chair, and he slumped into it. His heart felt like it was beating erratically – what had happened? What had happened here? Looking at all the machines surrounding him, one to breathe for him, on the feed him, for his blood, for his heart…A sudden dreadful realization of situation hit home like a punch to the gut, and Alexys didn’t know how tight his throat had gotten until he tried to speak.
“Oh Serphius. Oh God, Serphius,” he whispered, clasping onto his unconscious friend’s hand, and squeezing it softly. No reaction. More hesitation. He swallowed hard, and went on, “Oh God – do you know how much I’ve missed you?”
His voice was shaky and hard. It sounded almost accusing, most definitely bitter. But who was he accusing? Himself or Serphius? Those heartless bastards that had done all this? Cove and the others that had accidentally driven this wedge in? To be honest, Alexys didn’t know himself. It could have all of them.
“Selfish…I’m so selfish. I’ve been so unhappy without you…Day in, day out, not coming home for nights on end, drinking, making a damned fool of myself...I should never have doubted you! I should never have been so bloody stupid to think I have the right to deny you the freedom to love. I don’t care if you love him, I don’t care! I just want…I just want you back again…This is all my fault…If I had been there…this…this wouldn’t have…”
The tears were spilling down his cheeks now with gay abandon, and he was finding it difficult to keep his breath, trying to talk and not cry at the same time. He gave up on the whole ‘keeping it together’ façade, and his whole body shook with scared, painful, hearty sobs. He had it all planned it. Thought about it for so long, agonized over it – now it was going to fall to pieces, his perfect little plan for the two of them. Alexys bit hard on his lip, pressing Serphius’s cold, clammy hand to his cheek, and kissed the palm softly. Gradually, the emotional outburst resided, and he sniffed, breathing deeply. Trembling fingers fumbled in his pocket as he suddenly remember what he had brought with him.
“It was supposed to be a Valentine Day’s surprise for you,” Alexys said quietly with a sad smile as he unfolded a small photograph, and fondly smoothed it out, “I’ve been saving up for it ever since I saw it, renting out my place when I’m at school, keeping my allowance, stuff like that. A flat, above a little old book shop. Cheap, but I wanted the shop for you eventually as well. It’s small, but I fell in love with it straight away – I really think you would too. You were always saying how you hated that big old house in the country, how you loved Paris…I just wanted to make you happy. Really at peace, you know? It was going to be our little place. Together…maybe not forever, but as long as you’d let me be with you. I wanted to make you forget. Perfect…It will be perfect, I promise.”
Alexys felt his grip on the little stiff piece of paper tighten. Tight lipped, he pressed it into Serphius hand, and closed the limp fingers round it gently. He wanted it so badly. Damn the school, and everyone else in it. He didn’t need them, he didn’t want them. The only thing in the world he wanted at that moment was the broken boy lying in front of him, to be alone and to be together. I could have had that, he told himself. I could have had that but I let my own stupid jealousy and blind greed ruin it all…
“I love you…”
And that’s when it all began. Sephius gave a sudden gasping breath, his back arching slightly. Fresh blood blossomed on his white bandages, crimson smeared his lips. Quite as suddenly as he twisted up, his body fell back onto the bed again. A dreadful noise filled the room as at least three different machines started going off, and above it all, a dreadful monotonous flat line wail. Alexys froze up for a moment, before a terrible cry erupted from his lips. He grabbed Sephy by the shoulders, and shook him a little.
“Serphius?” he groaned, voice lost in the noise, “Serphius? Serphius! Nurse! Somebody, please! Nurse!”
The door was opened roughly, and people began to push into the little room. Whoever was in charge was barking orders. Some of the machines were silence, their alarms cut off sharply. Warm, rough hands found Alexys, and pulled him backwards out of the way. Furiously, he struggled against them, grabbing for Serphius’s hands, shouting and crying.
“Don’t you dare!” he yelled, hot tears streaking his tired, grief stricken face again. Further back, back, back to the door he was being coaxed and maneuvered, “Y-You can’t do this, not after what I said! Serphius, I promised – I promised you!”
The door shut in his face, and the deafening noise was muted, but left a ringing in his ears. His back found the wall, and he slid down it, landing less than gracefully on the floor. He didn’t care.
“You-You promised…”
l'ooc//;; Yeah, yeah, shoot me now please. This just about ruined me.
>_<
I've been doing it for months, adding a couple of sentences a night or when ever insparation struck, which probably explains why it's so higgalty-piggalty and patchy -- aka, sucky.
As for what happens next...well...who knows?
;D
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Post by Vance Danvers on Jun 4, 2007 12:30:48 GMT -5
Vance was having an... off day. He had woken up in his dorm with, possibly, the worst hangover ever. And better yet, all the memories of the night before came flooding back. With a gasp, he found himself sitting on his bed again, having already stood up before remembering every detail of the night before. Okay, so newsflash for him: drug dealers sucked. He groaned and put his face in his hands, before he jerked away and looked down. Okay, well, at least the perv had the decency to put his boxers back on before leaving. He sighed and winced as he got up again, massaging his head. Well, this was just lovely, especially because that ultimatum was not a very good one for Vance. You're probably wondering what I'm talking about, right? Let's fill you in...
Flashback to Shaded Nights the night before...
Vance was just in there, as normal, to get tipsy and dance the night away. However, this night was also his night to get his order from his good 'friend' Ethan, which was actually his drug dealer from the day he was hooked. Strange that he ended up in Paris too? Not really. It was his hometown, of all places, and he left before Vance did. But not before giving him enough packages to last him a while. So Vance had been in touch with him, and they were scheduled to meet, which was no big deal. But this time was so much different... This time, as Ethan appeared behind him, he felt a hand on his waist. Now, normally, he wouldn't have minded, but when it was Ethan, he did. Especially because he knew what would happen if they were involved.
Then the voice in his ear, and he found himself being led away to dance. In the middle of the dance floor, bodies pumping and pressing against him and around him, he looked at Ethan and said,"What are you doing, Ethan? I have your money, and you have what I want. So why are we dancing?" Ethan just smiled and pulled Vance closer as he spoke. "I've known you for a while, Vance, and I've always kept it strictly business. However, it's been hard for me... Trying to keep my hands off of you. Now, I'm done trying. I don't want just your money, I want you as well..." Vance just stared at him, mouth slightly parted, before he struggled to think of a way out of this. He really didn't want to get involved again...
But Ethan beat him to the punch as he pressed himself against Vance, whispering in his ear,"You'll cooperate, Vance, or else I'll have to pay a visit to your family..." As Vance's eyes widened and he gasped, Ethan chuckled and said,"Oh yes. Joseph seems like such a sweet boy, but I can't help it if he gets hurt all because you wouldn't be a good boy and protect him... There's always your little sisters, too. Charity might work, or even Jayla. And hey, I'm not immune to going for all of you... So what's it gonna be? It's just sex, Vance... You give everyone else all they want of it, and not me, and I can't help but be a little jealous... It's understandable, of course..." Vance swallowed, finding his mouth dry and his throat tight.
"Fine, Ethan. I'll play along with your sick little game, just leave my family OUT of this. Understand? Don't go anywhere near them, or I swear I will kill you. Now how are we going to do this?" Disgusted, he looked away, trying to force his heart to slow down. Then Ethan whispered,"You come with me now, and every time after, I'll be in touch..." He sighed and gave in, letting the older boy lead him out of the club. Somehow, he ended up with more alcohol, and then he was just wasted. After that, he vaguely remembered being back in his dorm, and the bits and pieces of what happened during the night then. He guessed sometime around dawn, Ethan had left, and good riddance...
Now, he was walking up to the hospital wing, having heard about Serphius. Besides, he needed to talk to Reid, and he had found out from Joe that he was in the hospital wing with a broken leg from playing quidditch with some of the other boys. Reid might be able to help, at least he hoped... He opened the door and walked in, and his ears were assaulted by the sound of loud alarms and beeping. He winced and turned, finding a boy on the floor with his back to the wall, stuttering out some words. He caught a glimpse inside the room before it shut, and he saw Serphius in there. His eyes widened a bit. That was one of Cove's friends, right? Yes. The boy from the dance... He seemed like such a sweet one. So this one was...?
He turned back to the other and found himself suddenly torn from his own problems and onto this one's. He paused before saying,"Hey... I think I've seen you before... At the dance? You're one of Serphius's friends, right?" He looked back at the door, lowering his eyes to the floor after a moment before saying,"I'm..." He swallowed, wishing his throat weren't so dry. "I'm Vance. Vance Danvers... Um... Is there anything I can do for you? I wish I could save lives with a flick of my wand, but I can't..." He saw his mother's cold form as she rested in a coffin, and he found himself suddenly on the floor beside the boy. "I just can't..." Man, something was wrong with him today. Maybe it was his situation... Whatever it was, he didn't like it. He wasn't used to feeling sad in public... It just didn't work.
((Le crap, but whatev. xP))
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Post by Alexys Prso on Jun 5, 2007 14:04:29 GMT -5
Alexys barely acknowledged the presence of the stranger at first, his eyes half shut, breathing shallow and jerky as he slumped against the wall of the corridor. How could this be happening? After all he said, after everything he felt, none of it mattered...What was going to happen to him now? Slowly, he looked up at Vance with red rimmed pale brown eyes, and blinked.
"Wishes...wishes," he mumbled, "If wishes meant a damned thing, I'd be king of this god awful castle..."
And quite suddenly the boy, this Vance person, was on the floor beside him, looking rather distressed too. If he was to be totally honest, Alexys couldn't recall seeing him at the dance. Then again, he couldn't remember much except from the awkward encounter with Serphius, and the whole thing with Gaara...If situations were different, Lexi would have grinned at that memory. But then and there, it only reminded him of how fond Serphius had been of the little lolita Fina boy.
"Vance...did you know him?" he asked suddenly, his voice soft and fragile as his composure. Lexi sat up a little, leaning closer, "Were you...close? To Sephy, I mean. Were you good friends?"
l'ooc//;; Errr....yeah, t'is of much suck.
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Post by Vance Danvers on Jun 6, 2007 12:19:49 GMT -5
Vance sighed and put a hand on his head, rubbing it and closing his eyes for a moment. It didn't last long, though, because the images when that happened weren't great either. He took a shaky breath, trying to get his emotions under control, which was rather difficult as he wasn't even quite sure what he was feeling at the moment. There were so many, he was having a hard time processing them... So he chose to do what he usually did in these situations, and that was to not feel anything at all. It was weird for a stranger, seeing the boy very distressed and upset a moment before and suddenly seeing him calm and empty. It was very odd to see his eyes change just like that, and as he sat there, he just let it all drain into that bottle he saved them up in.
He then heard Lexi speak, and he was silent for a moment, his thoughts still swirling faster and faster, but none of it showed. Finally he spoke, his voice a broken whisper. "Yeah... I've made enough of them to fill the whole damn castle..." He fell silent once more, staring at the door. God, what he would give just to end everything... All the hurt, the pain... He hated it, but he knew that there was nothing he could do. Hell, he'd caused enough of it in his lifetime. Why should he cause any more? An image of his father floated before his eyes, and he could hear his father's words like it was just yesterday. "It's your fault she's dead! I should have let you die there, because then she would still be here!" It went on, but he just closed his eyes as a shudder rocked his body.
The worst part of it all? It was his fault, and he knew it. All of them, they all knew it, but his siblings just wouldn't admit it... Because they couldn't blame him, at least not out loud. He didn't realize it, but he was rocking back and forth slightly now, his knees up against his chest and his arms wrapped around them. His chin was resting on his arms, and he was staring at the door with sightless eyes. Why did she have to die? Why did he live instead of her? She was so beautiful, so kind... And he was just a failure. A sick, disgusting failure... She didn't deserve her fate; but he deserved all the pain and guilt that became of it. Because it was his fault, and he could never forget that... Never. Forgetting that would mean that he was innocent, and he was so far from it. He deserved all the bad stuff, really.
Then Lexi spoke, and it snapped him out of it. He stopped rocking and instead just stared at the door, actually seeing it now. "Yeah... We were friends. We didn't have much time to get closer or anything, but we were friends..." He trailed off, lowering his eyes to the floor. He could feel Lexi leaning closer, but he just sat there, not moving. He just... couldn't move. "He doesn't deserve this... Not him. He's innocent... Just so kind and fragile... He doesn't deserve any of this, and if he gets through it, I'm going to make sure he never has to deal with any of it ever again. No matter the cost..." He looked at Lexi and whispered,"He doesn't deserve it... But I do. And I would rather go through all the hells in the world if he could just be safe and happy. It would be worth it to see a smile out of him..."
He looked away and closed his eyes as he whispered,"He'll make it through... Because if he doesn't, I don't know... I think I would lose it... It's supposed to be me that leaves my friends so they don't get hurt, not the other way around..." He scoffed and turned his head away from Lexi, resting it against his arm as he fell silent. He briefly thought of Reid, and though he knew he needed help, he just couldn't bring himself to leave Lexi and Serphius or to burden his older brother with his troubles. Trapped and confused, hurting more than he ever had, Vance simply turned away from it all. He shut the world out and buried himself from everyone, retreating to heal. It had always worked before, so why wasn't it working now? Frustrated, he felt his breath pick up.
Finally hemanaged to calm himself down, eyes squeezed shut tight. Screw nightmares, he was already living one. But he couldn't tell... Sure, Ethan hadn't said he couldn't, but he couldn't put those he loved through this... It was something he had to go through alone, and he would endure. Because his father was right; he deserved it. So he opened his eyes and looked back at Lexi, eyes blank again as he whispered,"You're Alexys, aren't you? Lexi?" He just looked at him, focusing on him so he wouldn't focus on everything else. Right now, he had to be strong for everyone as well as for himself. Serphius had been through much more, and he wasn't falling to pieces in front of everyone. No, he was just dying in the next room. Why did the innocent always get hurt, huh? Life was so unfair...
((Meh. Crap. Also, it's choppy because I've been working on it off and on for the past few hours...))
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Post by Alexys Prso on Jun 9, 2007 16:33:30 GMT -5
Alexys didn't want this. He didn't need a new face then, he didn't need a fellow suffering soul. What he need was a bottle of whiskey, a blanket and preferably Serphius. His chest felt as hollow as a drum - he was sure that if he knocked on it he'd rattle. Lexi leaned away from Vance, his slow movements giving the impression that he was swaying.
When Vance said he had been friends with Sephy, he lowered his dark haired head, and looked away. With each sentence after that, his cheeks grew a little redder. Yet another friend...His mind raced with all sorts of sordid thoughts - had Serphius loved him too? How close was not very close? His hands tensed, and he could feel hot tears swelling up again. It made him feel guilty that crying for his friend in front of someone else made him feel so embarrassed. Solitude, sweet solitude, how he wanted to be alone...
But he didn't know what he would do if he was alone.
Fighting the urge to cry and sleep, Alexys clenched his jaw, and covered his face with his hands. There was something tugging at the back of his mind, something that he would never forget as long as he lived. It was a memory he didn't want to remember then, it was the day his life was changed forever - for better or worse, who knew? It was the day he first met Serphius.
At the time, Lexi had been attending his third year at Durmstrang. However, he felt he would rather hex his own foot off than be there but having a few close friends at Beauxbatons meant he could visit and perhaps stay with them for a few days or weeks. It was during one of those weeks that it happened, an overcast Friday afternoon when the whole school was busy with classes. He was merely wandering the corridors, exploring the school and generally killing time, an unknown though most likely unwelcome guest in the castle. On the ground floor, in a little hidden away hallway near the CoMC classroom, he stumbled upon the most unpleasant scene...
The sound of fist on flesh had always disgust Alexys. The dull, solid dum a raised hand always made him wince - it was no different that day. He could hear it before he could see it, the beating. Hissed and slurred curses, scuffling, the occasional sob or stifled yelp - and the dum, dum, dum of course. His pace sped up, and he peered round the corner, drinking in the incident. There were four boys altogether, three attackers, one attackee. At once, Alexys shouted out. If it had been one on one, slugging it out for whatever reason, he would have just walked away, but three against one was just downright unfair.
Jogging towards them, hand fumbling for his wand, Lexi shouted again. This time they paused, glancing round, and faced with a young man - red in the face, shouting at them in Polish and waving his wand about - decided to make a hasty retreat. It was quiet then in that corridor. Quite and unusually still. Alexys turned his attention to the victim, a lanky looking bundle of dark blue and black who was now propped up against the wall. There was blood on his face, but Lexi couldn't tell if it was his nose or his lip that had been burst. A nasty looking bruise was beginning to show on his pale hollow cheek, and he was holding his arm to his chest, staring at Alexys. And Alexys was taken aback.
Those eyes, large and moist, dark as ink wells watched him through thick disheveled strands of longish black hair. They weren't scared, or thankful, instead they were blank, or almost...expectant, as though the boy was patiently waiting the next blow, the next move against him. To Alexys, they were the saddest eyes he had ever seen. He crouched down beside him, and placed his hand gently on his left arm. Immediately, the boy seemed to tense up, his lip trembling slightly but this didn't deter him. Frowning, Alexys didn't say a word. He gathered up his rigid damsel in distress, and stood, amazed at how light he was. After all, he was a thin as a rake under the loose and baggy clothes.
"I'm going to take you to the medical room," he said softly, a curious feeling growing in his chest, like a balloon swelling up. He could feel a thundering heartbeat press close to his chest. Delicate hands clasped his arms, a head rested on his shoulder, and that balloon burst so suddenly that he couldn't help but laugh. Something had changed. He didn't know how, but things were going to be a lot different from then on.
Oh how right I had been, Alexys thought. If I had known this was going to happen, would I have still helped him? He tried to smile, but couldn't. Of course he would have. Wild horses could have pulled him away. At the mention of his name, Alexys looked at Vance sharply, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew his name. How did he know his name? Did that mean Serphius talked about him? Stiffly, he nodded.
"Yeah. Yes, I'm Alexys...Why?"
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Post by Vance Danvers on Jun 14, 2007 11:14:43 GMT -5
He nodded numbly and said,"Good... Good..." He was silent for a moment, thinking about Lexi's question, before he said simply,"He talked about you all the time, you know? He told me about how you'd been his only friend and all that up until this past year... We didn't talk too much, but when we did, you usually came up once or twice. And he never really had anything bad to say..." He fell silent before whispering,"And he never talked about why the two of you fell apart. I respect that. Don't give up on him, 'kay? In any way. He cares more for you than either of you is willing to admit..." He didn't look at Lexi, instead his eyes focused straight ahead at the wall. God, he hated this place. This whole damn castle.
"You know, he's the first friend I've had since I was really little... Well, at least the first friend that I haven't slept with or anything." At this, he turned his head completely away from Lexi. It had been breathed, barely heard. "We never did anything, Lexi... It's not like that for us. Besides, we were both hurting too much to want any sort of relationship. Even a friendship was taxing enough... I keep my habits out of what few friendships I have these days. Somehow drugs, drinking, and smoking just don't mix anymore unless I'm at the club." He shivered then, memories of hands running over him causing him to grit his teeth and fall silent. He decided that he was going to take a million showers after this.
And even then, it still wouldn't be enough to erase the memories and scars that came with this situation...
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Post by Alexys Prso on Jun 15, 2007 12:53:38 GMT -5
So Serphius spoke often of him, and so they were nothing more than friends after all. Alexys had thought that those answers would have made him feel better some how, but they done nothing to comfort him. The corridor was just as cold, the floor just as hard...and there was no good news from inside the room. No news of any kind.
Alexys breathed out shakily, his cheeks a little flushed. Never said anything bad. Never talked about why they had fallen apart. Cares for you more than either of you are willing to admit...Fallen apart - was that what had happened to them? For Lexi, it felt more like breaking, shattering into a million piece. Or two, to be more accurate. Him and Serphius, forever separate entities. Had it ever been any other way? In the beginning, it had.
"I didn't give up on him. I'm not..." Alexys said, letting his hands drop onto his knees where they found each other, and clasped together loosely, "I lost Serphius. It was the hope of what we had, and ever getting it back I gave up on."
Alexys couldn't help but wonder what Sephy had said about him. Did it annoy Vance that he talked about him a lot? And did he talk about Cove and the others too? Maybe Vance didn't know them. As far as Lexi knew, Danvers could have been new to the school, and probably was.
"He fell in love with another boy. I should have learned to let go a long, long time ago..."
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Post by Vance Danvers on Jun 15, 2007 14:10:32 GMT -5
Vance looked at him and whispered,"I know..." He sighed, his eyes growing distant and sad. "I know, because I fell in love with the same boy before I came here. Before he came here." He breathed,"And I know he was hurt at the dance... Because I was as well..." He turned away from Lexi, getting to his feet and walking away a bit. He stopped at a window, looking out of it. He propped himself up on it, hands holding his weight as he stared outside, lowering his head. His hair fell down, blocking Lexi's view of his face. His eyes slid closed, and he saw a beautiful woman as she laughed, smiling and having a good time. There was an ocean in the background, calm and peaceful...
He gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white on the ledge. She didn't deserve to die. It should have been him, but it wasn't. Yeah, he knew all about losing someone... The only person that had ever loved him, and she was gone. He heard footsteps, but he didn't pay them any attention until they stopped behind him. The hand on his shoulder had him jumping and whipping around to face... "Reid..." he whispered. "How's your leg?" Reid's eyebrows snapped together as he saw the tears in his brother's eyes. Something was definitely wrong here, because Vance never cried. But he knew it was futile... "Fine. You and me, little brother, are going to have a talk later... Just the two of us. Understand?"
Vance looked away, eyes to the floor, and Reid grabbed his wrist. Vance gasped, trying to get his brother to let go, but instead found his other hand being held at bay. Knowing it would never work, he gave in as his brother flipped his wrist over. By the clenching of his jaw, he knew just what Reid was thinking. And what he was about to say... "Vance, what the hell are you thinking when you do that, huh? Do you just love pain that much? Because that's no accident, punk. That's on fucking purpose... So you'd better give me a good reason, and now." Vance's eyes snapped up to meet Reid's. "Well, maybe if you were around a bit more you would understand, big brother. Instead, you're off screwing some girl every night."
Reid's eyes widened, and he took a step back, releasing his wrist. Vance rubbed it a bit and whispered,"What I do is my business, Reid. And like hell I'm going to let you tell me how to live my life. You were never there for me, Reid! When I needed you, you weren't there. You knew! You knew he was hurting me, and yet you did nothing! Do you know how that feels? It fucking hurts, Reid. So don't talk to me about pain, because until you find yourself alone and without anybody to love you, you can't sit here and tell me how to live my life." He turned and strode off, passing Lexi and going around the corner. Reid stood there for a moment, eyes wide, before sighing and leaving.
Around the corner, Vance was leaning against the wall, head pressed against the cool stuff as he stared at the ceiling. After a few moments, he walked back over closer to Lexi. Instead of sitting down, though, he leaned back against the wall and looked down at the ground, one thumb hooked in his pocket and the other hand pressed against the wall and helping to hold him in place. "Sorry about that..." he whispered, not looking at Lexi. He stared at the door, wondering what was taking so long. He sighed and turned his head, thinking about what had just happened. He didn't regret any of it, though. Not a single word. It had needed to be said, just as he needed to know if Serphius was alive or not.
Then the doorknob turned, and he whipped his head around as the door began to open...
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Post by Alexys Prso on Jun 27, 2007 13:20:57 GMT -5
Alexys got to his feet at the same time Vance did, nodding slowly as yet another piece of information was wedged into the cogs of his head. So Vance was in love with Cove too? Lexi blinked, flexing his hands again. What, did this guy taste like chocolate or something? Of course, he knew why everyone and anyone could fall for someone like that; sweet, super cute, sensitive, friendly - he was like a puppy with an emo fringe. He would just prefer to pretend he didn't see these things, qualities Lexi could not find in himself.
Alexys watched with mild interest as his short-time companion was approached by someone he apparently knew. He turned is back on them, holding himself up on the wall. His stomach was churning, as though he was on the brink of going over the edge on a roller coaster, but it still made him squirm to think about how calm he felt in the circumstances. Was he really that self absorbed? Shock. It was probably just shock. Later, he'd end up flinging himself out the divination classroom window to make up for it. His stomach clenched.
"Shut up," he hissed to himself, turning round and leaning with his back against the wall. He shouldn't joke about stuff like that. It was just then Alexys just noticed the small scuffled between Vance and his brother. Another funny turn, and he looked away. Should he have intervened then? Too late - the other boy was gone.
And then...the door to Serphius's room opened a little, and Lexi just about fell over as he scrambled to attention, ready to bombard whoever was coming out with questions. A nurse he hadn't spoken to before shut the door behind her softly, and immediately held up a hand to silence the boy's harassing.
"No," she said, shaking her head once. She was a rather tall older woman, with dark grey hair and a beaky nose. Her face was sallow and slightly creased, but her eyes were a pleasant shade of blue-green, "No, no questions. I haven't time for questions! Don't you have classes or something go to? This is not the time or place to be lingering!"
"But -- "
"No buts! News will reach you eventually, I assure you. It's too soon to say anything yet. But you boys better not be here when I come back!"
And with a snap of the heels, she was gone, skinny figure bobbing as she practically dashed down the corridor. Alexys felt distinctly deflated. No word. No nothing. Christ, he didn't even know if he alive or not! he could be dead. Dead and cold by then, the machines turned off and the sheets pulled up to hide his blank white face and the empty black eyes...Nausea and anger tugged at Lexi from opposite directions. He didn't want it. he didn't want any of this.</sup>
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Post by Vance Danvers on Jun 30, 2007 23:52:40 GMT -5
Vance watched as a nurse came out, spoke, and basically told them to get the hell out of here. Anger flaring up again, his eyes narrowed as his lips parted to exhale sharply before breathing,"People are really starting to fucking piss me off." He clenched his hands for a moment before looking at Alexys and sighing, putting his face in his hands. "Look, if he was dead, they wouldn't be running around. They would already have left him in there... That means he's alive. I don't know how bad it is or whatever, but obviously with them still inside the room, he's alive." He fell silent, turning a little away from him and returning to look out the window, eyes not really seeing it or even through it.
Even though Lexi and Serphius weren't together anymore, and even though Serphius was dying in the next room, they still had something. They had this thing that for the life of him, Vance couldn't imagine the feeling. Sex and love... one didn't necessarily equal the other; he more than anyone would know. It was a sad, shallow replacement, but in the end, it was the only thing that could replace it for him. Didn't matter how hard he tried or wished, because for him, there wasn't a fairy tale ending. He knew that already, knew it well enough to wish he didn't, because in the end that meant that he was always going to be alone, always going to be running, from himself and others. It really didn't matter anymore.
He looked back at the door, his eyes then shifting to Lexi. Right now, he just wished that someone would tell them something. Not so much for Vance's sake as for Lexi's sake, because he knew that despite his efforts, nothing could make Lexi feel better besides knowing the truth, knowing what happened. And right now, neither of them did, so how could he help him when he had no idea what was going on? Ugh, this was giving him a headache. He turned away, resting his elbow on the windowsill and covering half of his face with it. His eyes slid closed, and he forced himself to calm down and relax. He even tried to empty his mind, what little good it did him, but at least he tried, right? At least he tried.
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Post by Alexys Prso on Aug 3, 2007 17:32:43 GMT -5
He had to know. He needed to know. If he didn't find out, he would go mad. If he had to wait another day, another hour, another minute he was going to collapse, or scream or...or something. He didn't know. Alexys felt weak all over. He was starting to shake, and he felt like he was going to vomit. It looked like the shock was starting to wear off.
"Just because he's hasn't....just because he's not...just because he's still alive doesn't mean it's going to be okay!" Alexys half-sobbed, his voice cracking as he started to cry again. How could he have been so utterly blind? He would never forgive himself, having such a beautiful, amazing person, such an angel within his reach, and spoiling it all by throwing a stupid hissy fit over something that didn't even matter? How could he have let this happen with bad blood between them? Alexys had sworn he would never let anything happen to him. Serphius could lust after the whole damn population of France, and Alexys wouldn't care. He just wanted his best friend and lover back.
"It's not going to be okay...Vance, I came here to make it right! I...I asked him to come live with me, move in with me into a flat I was going to buy him. He would have loved that place, I just know it. It was over a little book shop in Paris, and it was so peaceful and...I told him I was going to try to make him as happy as I could, for as long as I could...and when I...when I told him I loved him he....he just...his heart stopped beating, Vance. It's never going to be okay!"
l'ooc;
Sorry about le general crapness, and most likely even more spelling mistakes than usual.
The checker isn't working for me.
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Post by Vance Danvers on Aug 10, 2007 22:27:17 GMT -5
Lexi's voice burst into his ear, but he did not speak, instead keeping his eyes closed and his arm in front of his face. Once it seemed that Lexi had run out of words, he remained silent for a moment before his arm dropped and his eyes slid open a fraction of an inch to look down at the window sill blindly. He stood there for a moment, not speaking and barely even breathing, before he finally spoke to Lexi. His voice was hoarse and quiet, but even then it was powerful. "Suck it up, Lexi." Harsh, perhaps, but he didn't care anymore. "You're not the only one who has problems, you know. You're not the only one who's hurting, not the only one who lost someone in whatever way." His voice trailed off as he looked at Lexi.
His eyes seemed as though a fire was burning inside them, so fiery and determined were they, but it was only anger and pain that drove this wildfire. None of it was directed at Lexi, Cove, or even Serphius, but it was there nonetheless. At himself? Perhaps; who really knew? "Stop whining just because things don't always go your way. There are other people in this world who feel things like you, other people who hurt just the same or perhaps even more. Maybe you should try looking around you. In case you haven't noticed, we're practically in the center of the universe of pain and suffering. Take a good hard look, Lexi, because this is it. Life isn't fair; get over it. It's the best you can do. You're not helping Serphius or anybody like this."
Fuming, he turned away from Lexi, knowing he had to get away and fast. He then muttered,"I'll be back." He left the room, not stopping in the hall, but rather letting his feet carry him far from the hospital wing. Once at a particular spot where the wall was slightly darker, he tapped it with his wand, and it moved aside to reveal a winding staircase. The moment his foot touched the first stair, it closed behind him, and he climbed up the seemingly endless flight of stairs, stopping once another wall blocked his way. He tapped his wand here as well, and it flowed smoothly apart before closing behind him. Now he was standing on the roof, the highest place he could get to by keeping his feet on the ground.
He proceeded to walk to the edge of the castle, looking down as he practically fell to let his backside connect with the shelter as his legs were pulled up to his chest, but they were soon dangling over the edge as he looked down. People were small up here, places seemed so much farther away, but he loved it. It was quiet and peaceful, total isolation, and it was the only place he could escape to that could erase all the new pain and hurt he felt and let him sort through everything else. It was his sanity box, and he was loathe to let it go. Right now he needed it more than ever, struggling to sort through all that had happened as of late. Geez, since when did life get so complicated? Before here it had only been drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, and sex. What happened?
Ah yes, life. That obnoxious little thing that allowed him to live as well as seemed to enjoy when things turned out horribly for him. God, was Lexi really that selfish, or was Vance just too pissed off to really care or notice that he wasn't? He didn't know or care, which was probably best for now. How long he was up there he couldn't say, as the light was seeping out of the world before he got stiffly to his feet and walked back to the wall. He emerged back in the hallway and slowly walked back to the hospital wing, having been a few hours he knew. Would Lexi still be there? He wasn't sure. Right now, it might be best if he weren't after the way things had went down, but having Lexi as a friend wasn't a priority right now.
So instead of going inside, he hesitated at the door, staring at the handle. It would be so easy to open it, or so it seemed. In reality it was hard, because who knew what was waiting behind that door? Was Serphius dead? Had Lexi done some horrible thing? Was he going to be attacked or screamed at? He wasn't sure, but he had never backed away from things like this before. Why now? Perhaps it was in light of all that had happened as of late. Maybe he was just a little scared of having more problems add up; only one way to find out. He opened the door and walked inside, hearing it close behind him before he turned and looked around to see what had changed in his absence, if anything.
((Le crap. The first was better, but hey, what can you expect?))
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Post by Alexys Prso on Aug 31, 2007 17:38:38 GMT -5
For a moment, just a long lingering moment, Vance's obnoxious and tired sounding words failed to impact on Alexys, perhaps lost in the vacuous air between them. Bitter as they were, they stung him like vinegar on an open wound, so much so that Lexi was struck dumb unable to believe his own ears. His jaw went slack, before he clenched it, pushing himself away from the wall and standing straight. Contagious as bush fire, Alexys's own temper was sparked, although perhaps a little too late as Vance was already leaving. It welled up inside him like a scalding fountain, threating to burst out and burn everything he touch. But it didn't. His body shook with effort of holding himself from storming after him and kicking his stuck up trashy emo ass. But he didn't. The corridor was empty now, and he let it go in a hot gush of jagged four letter words.
"Fuck you! Fucking prick!" he screamed down the hall, his cracked and pointed voice rattled against the bare walls. He turned suddenly struck the wall beside him violently with his fist, again and again under blood streaked the stone and he couldn't move his fingers without pain, and still kept going. Alexys was annoyed to find himself weeping again, the hot saline smudged and bleeding down his already damp cheeks. He didn't get it, did he? Vance obviously didn't know, or maybe he didn't care. He didn't get it, and it made Alexys so angry. He felt like a was being chided for grieving, "You don't know him! You don't...you can't...no right to....just don't. Don't even bother coming back..."
Alexys fell against the wall again, the same one he assaulted minutes before, and collapse there like a puppet with it's strings cut, exhausted, bloodied and sore. He was still in a volatile mood, but his effort and will was draining away, and despite all his best efforts to stay awake, he couldn't stop himself drifting in and out of sleep. Thoughts were ebbing, coming and going in his head again; why had Vance been so suddenly cruel to him? Did he ever treat Serphius bad when they were together? Was he being selfish, and not picking up on something? Maybe I hit a nerve, Alexys thought, frowning in his semi-sleep, maybe he's just a jerk-off...
I hope he looks after Sephy when he gets out of here...
And just then, his pensive thoughts were disrupted as the door to the little room was suddenly opened again. There was a gaggle of hushed and hurried voices, and Alexys got quickly to his unsteady feet. Three nurses emerged, and shut the door behind them. He didn't even bother to ask them anything as they drifted almost serenely passed him, not looking in his direction, or saying anything. Like the other nurses before, they looked tired, but not rushed. A pinprick of relief torn open inside Alexys. Surely it was a good sign? And as soon as they were gone, he shuffled to the door, and pressed himself against it, listening with all his might for something, some clue of life inside. All he could hear was a faint raspy noise, which he assumed was a respirator, and an unidentifiable clicking noise. His shoulders slumped, and his knees threatened to give way beneath his exhausted form. Serphius was safe for the time being. He was okay. Face still against the cool smooth wood of the unopened, door, he sighed, and savored the soothing sensation on his warm, flushed cheek. He felt like it was the closest he was going to get to Sephy, like if he tried hard enough he could push himself through the solid barrier to be with him.
Alexys turned, standing with his back to it instead, his bloody hands behind him, his eyes shut and his head tilted up, and when he opened them again, he couldn't quite comprehend what he was seeing. It was Vance again. Colour rose in his cheeks once again, and he stared venomously at the thin dark hair boy.
"You..." he began, and trailed off. You what? You bastard? You don't deserve him? You deserve a right arse kicking instead? The tiniest, tiniest smile curled Lexi's lips. No. If Serphius liked him, then that was that. He would try his damn hardest to be civil, "...Shouldn't be here, I think."
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