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Post by sebastian on Feb 22, 2012 14:50:48 GMT -5
Sebastian watched as Seff's body language changed from concerned to aggressive, like an alpha male ready to rip apart anything that threatened his pack. It was, for this very reason, why he had refused to tell Seff in the first place, knowing that the man's protective instinct could only have increased since they had been in Hogwarts together.
"Seff--" Sebastian started, agitation clear in his voice, but he cut himself off as Seff abruptly stopped, and when the apology was issued he found he could do little more than freeze where he sat, pale hands clutching the edge of his chair.
"You're sorry," he repeated numbly, having never heard such a sentiment from the other man before - not to him, and not in an issue such as this. But sorry... sorry doesn't do much. Not for me. So instead of dragging the issue forward he stood, glancing at the students that had trickled into the library.
"I think you should go," he said, not in an attempt to be malicious but rather because Sebastian himself was leaving. "I need to get back to the common room."
ooc; awful post is awful god why can't i write
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2012 15:51:38 GMT -5
Seff felt himself stiffen momentarily, taking in Sebastian's reaction. And then with a sigh, felt himself slump into the bookshelf. His face set once again in its normal, unreadable expression, and his body regained its stony composure. Goddamnit, dealing with the kid was bloody impossible. And yet time and time again he would find himself back to where he started, drawn back into the never-ending loop that was the encounters between him and Sebastian.
Standing once more, looked down at the shorter boy in front of him. He couldn't stop himself from running a hand through his hair--a stupid habit that always betrayed the fact that something was bothering him--and pursed his lips. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice low. There was nothing more that could be done today.
With a dismissive turn on his heel, he paused before walking away. "I'm done with the book runs for this year," he told him. "I won't bother you again." He let out a sarcastic laugh, hating himself for resorting to his cold attitude so quickly but unable to keep his guard down. He knew Sebastian wasn't trying to be malevolent, but he still felt hurt. "I guess I'll see you whenever."
RUSHED POST IS RUSHED AND OOC BUT HERE YOU GO ANYWAYS gawd my heart
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Post by sebastian on Feb 23, 2012 22:49:19 GMT -5
Sebastian had to literally stop himself from racing after Seff, digging his fingers and nails into the wood so hard that he left little crescent-shaped indents in them. Gasping audibly, Sebastian finally allowed himself to relax once Seff was out of sight, feeling a wave of guilt crash over him that left him even more breathless than before.
His hand fingers curling into his palm, Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the hot tears from falling. Seff didn't mean it, he couldn't mean it - without Seff, Sebastian was alone, save for Gale, but Gale couldn't... she didn't... Sebastian didn't... He couldn't say it. Not even in his head. Hell, perhaps that was the whole problem, he goddamn inability to even acknowledge that he... Goddamnit.
He picked up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder in anger and frustration, wincing when the pack hit his shoulder before settling into the right place. He'd have another bruise there tomorrow, but...
Sebastian stopped. The library had gone quiet, which wasn't unusual in itself, but what was unusual was the amount of silence. There were no low whispers, no errant page flipping, no shuffling in the bookshelves, no... nothing. Taking a shaky step forward, Sebastian kept his eyes trained on the door, and he wasn't sure why he was surprised when he suddenly found two Slytherin students blocking his escape.
In retrospect, turning into the bookshelves had not been his smartest plan. Swallowing thickly, Sebastian allowed his bag to hit the ground, a sneer appearing on his face as he crossed his arms. "Sharp, Drever, Ryston," the Gryffindor student said, trying to keep his voice firm. "Good day today, Mudblood?" one of them sneered, probably Drever, but Sharp elbowed him in the ribs with disapproval. "We don't talk to them," he said arrogantly, right before Ryston shoved Sebastian against the bookshelves.
"Put me down. They'll hear you in here," Sebastian said, though his voice definitely shook this time. "I doubt it," Sharp said, the arrogance still visible. "We made sure they all left. It's a perk." "I thought you said you wouldn't talk to me," Sebastian responded. Sharp just smiled lazily at him. "Fine. We're done talking anyway. Just like your parents." Sebastian's face paled. No one... no one was supposed to know - how had they... "How did you know?" he asked, his voice little more than a pained and choked whisper. "It's common knowledge," Sharp said confidently, pulling down his sleeve to display the Mark. "Among those who have the access. Don't think your parents were special; they were just muggles, after all." "You..." "Enough talking," Sharp snapped, and Ryston waved his wand, the word "Crucio!" escaping his mouth, wand shooting a red light that struck the sixth year, sending him to the floor with a wordless scream.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 23:38:12 GMT -5
Seff paused when he was outside the library doors, clutching his head in his hands. Sebastian hadn't even moved to stop him when he'd walked out. Gritting his teeth, he winced as his fingers dug more into the skin on his head than what was comfortable. He let out a noisy sigh, slumping back against the wall in dismal exasperation.
He was just about to walk away when he heard Sebastian's voice from the library again. It sounded afraid, and Seff stopped in his tracks.
Slowly backtracking so he could peer in, he found his vision obscured by one of the bookshelves and walked in at his own pace. His face darkened when he heard Sebastian's voice crack on his words. He grabbed the book nearest him--which was thankfully a three-inch thick hardcover--and steadily turned the corner.
Then there was the part about his parents. Seff's lip curled, a dark idea about what exactly had happened that had made Sebastian into how he was lately spreading in tendrils across his mind. He extinguished it, or at least for the moment, and saw the three pushing Sebastian against a bookshelf.
All three of their backs were turned to him; their mistake. Sebastian was too busy glancing from one to the other nervously to notice him, and Seff's face grimaced as he walked over to confront the three.
The Crucio curse set him over the edge.
With a yell he brought the book down upon the curse-bearer's head, enough force in the blow to knock him out cold. His lip twitched against a snarl, and he backed the two remaining students against the bookshelf, leaving Sebastian to fall to the ground.
He never got this angry. Not without proper provocation. His eyes flashed, his muscles shuddered, and he towered above the other two. Raw fear danced like rabbits in their eyes, wide as saucers, and he leaned in so close he could have sneezed and he would have bashed heads with them. In a split second he had already thought of all the awful things he could do to them, all the things that would ensure that they never laid a finger on Sebastian ever again.
But he had more self-control than that. Barely, but just enough. He slammed the heel of his palm into the bookshelf above their heads, reveling in the way the two kid's eyes grew even larger in fear.
"Get out," he growled, his voice low and soft and a thousand horrible, untold threats present to even the dullest of people boiling in his voice. His eyes were like daggers as he watched them go, the one stopping to drag the fallen kid out. He cast a fearful glance at him, and when he saw the murderous expression on Seff's face he doubled his efforts.
Seff turned to Sebastian. Shaking his head, his facial features grew softer as he leaned down, studying the Gryffindor. He ran a hand through his hair again, noticing that he was trembling, and drew in a deep breath.
"Are you okay?" he asked him, hating the way his voice nearly cracked on the words.
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Post by sebastian on Feb 25, 2012 15:07:53 GMT -5
Sebastian's teeth chattered, and his hands trembled as he tried to haul himself up on the bookshelf, only to have his legs give out slightly from a combination of fear, relief, and the last remnants of the Cruciatus Curse as it travelled through his system. He watched Seff through bleary eyes, tryin to even out his breathing, but he squeezed his eyes shut as he heard the older man's voice waver on the inquiry and that was just so wrong because Seff didn't... he didn't...
"You would... attack them with a book," Sebastian said, his voice an uneven, low murmur, his head still spinning slightly even as he attempted to stand again, managing to catch himself on one of the bookshelves, but not without accidentally yanking one of them out and sending it crashing to the floor, wincing at the echo it make through the otherwise silent library.
"Seff, I... I'm sorry," he tried, but found the words stuck in his throat, so he averted his eyes instead, evening out his breathing for the second time. "I'm sorry," he said again, and for a moment all he wanted to do was go home, leave, return to his parents but he couldn't because his parents were dead and murdered and he would never see them again.
What was Hogwarts now, besides a prison constructed of fear and obedience?
ooc; sorry it's short : /
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2012 18:11:56 GMT -5
Seff reached out with a shaking hand, placing it on Sebastian's shoulder. He managed an unsteady laugh at Sebastian's words, his other hand at the ready should the boy fall. "If we weren't in a bloody school and they weren't minors, I would have done a lot more," he said, his attempt at sounding angry foiled horribly by the quiver to his voice.
Sebastian stumbled, knocking over a book, and Seff reached out to steady him. "Don't be...don't be sorry, Sebastian. It's not your fault," he reassured him, placing his other hand on Sebastian's back and pulling him towards him. He was still unsteady, nearly falling over in Seff's arms. He clutched the young Gryffindor close to him, his grip strong and unyielding. Resting his head briefly on top of Sebastian's, he cheek pressed against his hair, he let out a shaky exhale. "It's okay now." He felt as if he were trying to reassure himself as much as he was Sebastian.
He trembled against the Gryffindor, a mixture of raw fear that was just catching up with him and the violence he was still trying to force down. His facial features darkened, and he closed his eyes. "They won't hurt you again," he growled, his voice still unsteady. "You're coming back with me. I can't...they won't hurt you again. I won't let them. Over my dead body."
OH MY GOD HE IS SO OUT OF CHARACTER i think that's just what sebastian does to him hahahaha we are forever doomed to OOC posts with these two
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Post by sebastian on Mar 24, 2012 22:42:33 GMT -5
"Don't--" Sebastian started but his voice broke then, choked, and he physically couldn't speak for a few moments, his breathing uneven and his eyes watery. He swallowed, taking another shuddering breath, trying to calm himself. "They're not worth it, Seff, they're not worth your thoughts or your threats, because they just keep coming back and I can't fight them anymore, and neither can you." His voice had diminished to a whisper, and he leaned into the older man's touch before squeezing his eyes shut.
"It won't be okay, Seff," he said. "It can't be okay, not until this war is over. It can't be okay, because my parents are dead and I couldn't do anything then and I can't do anything now."
He could feel Seff trembling, and without thinking his arms went around the older man, clutching at him, as if making sure he couldn't leave. "I can't leave the school," he whispered, even though he knew there were plenty of muggleborns who had already fled.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2012 1:23:01 GMT -5
"I'll fight them all, you of all people should know that," Seff told him grimly. And he meant it. He wasn't one to sit back and watch, he was one to act. He remembered once when Grace had been caught up with by five men and he'd been pounded into the ground, horribly outnumbered, trying to protect her. In the end she'd had time to hide and they'd left him, laughing even though he'd been beaten--laughing because they'd lost. He didn't regret his actions one bit.
And he wouldn't regret them here if he had to fight tooth and nail to protect Sebastian. What kind of a school was it if students were using the Crucio Curse freely on others? How many times had Sebastian had to survive the ordeal, and no one was doing anything about it? His words gnawed their way to Seff's core. He couldn't believe that he hadn't guessed it earlier. Now that he thought about it, it was so painfully obvious. He himself hadn't acted much differently all those lifetimes ago when he'd lost his own parents. He'd fight the whole war on his own if it meant freeing Sebastian from the horrible pain he must have been experiencing. "You're wrong," he murmured. "You can leave. You can survive, for their sake."
Like hell he'd leave him here. It'd be like giving him a death sentence.
He held Sebastian tighter as the Gryffindor wrapped his arms around him, something like a growl rumbling protectively in his throat. "That's bullshit and you know it," Seff told him, his voice low. "You're not staying here. Not anymore."
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