Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 0:47:39 GMT -5
Laughing at Charles's comment, Benedict pulled him closer to himself. "I don't need comforting. This is normality to me, remember. I've had this my entire life pretty much."
Dealing with Charles, however, was not. No one had really ever known of it outside of his family, so he hadn't had to tell anyone and handle their reaction. He imagined it would be hard for him--hell, he just found out his best friend was pretty well dying--so he figured he was taking it better than he was giving him credit for.
Sure, he'd left out a couple of very important factors which detailed what exactly was happening to him and how hard it was for him to get yet another heart, but Charles didn't need to know that. Not yet. He'd told him enough already, and didn't want to put him through any more.
He laughed at Charles's half-assed threat. "You might have to try," he retorted, poking him on the forehead. Regardless, he got up with him, holding onto the bench for a moment to steady himself before deciding he was well enough to walk on his own. "Alright," he told him. "Let's go back."
|
|
|
Post by superwholockin on Feb 27, 2012 9:49:15 GMT -5
Charles let himself be hugged close to Benedict for a moment longer before sitting back, “Your entire life…” He trailed off, “Well, all I can say is that it is a very good thing you weren’t chosen for the Triwizard Cup.” He smiled, “if you had been… Well, you know.”
It had been an exciting week, not necessarily a good week, but exciting and certainly not boring. He’d had quite a few shocks and his system was running out of steam. His other friend Rhye had met a girl and was now deeply in love, something Charles had never thought would happen to the joking, funny guy. Then he had been asked to the ball by Benedict, Benedict. Now he was finding out something entirely different. Charles was actually surprised he hadn’t fainted yet that week, if anything more came his way he just might though. He wasn’t some heroic type who can handle anything, he was Charles.
Another poke to his forehead got him out of his daydreams and he stood, ready to steady Benedict if need be. Charles might not have been the most athletic, like, at all; but if push came to shove, he could always carry his best friend (and probably injure his narrow back in the process). A small chuckle found its way out of Charles at the ridiculous image of himself struggling into the common room with a grinning Benedict over his shoulder fireman style.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 12:42:55 GMT -5
Benedict laughed at the image. "Oh god, the hike up that mountain...they would have had to leave me behind! I probably wouldn't have even made it up to the first checkpoint, or whatever they're doing to measure the leagues." Too late he realized what he'd said, and he silently cursed himself. "Anyways, Delphi'll do fine."
When Benedict stood, he studied his friend, trying to gauge his reaction. He never had been very good with context, but Charles's face was often like an open book. He seemed worn out, tired; Benedict didn't blame him in the least. Looking kind of out of it, Charles seemed to stare right through him. Benedict took the opportunity, turning around to take a deep breath with his hand pressing on his chest, before Charles got up to join him.
Poking him again when he let out a laugh, Benedict grinned in curiosity. "What's so funny?" he prodded, moving up close to him. "Imagining me in a dress for the ball?" He bumped Charles's arm with his own, striking a comical runway pose.
|
|
|
Post by superwholockin on Feb 27, 2012 21:05:40 GMT -5
Charles winced at Benedict’s words but pushed them from his mind, he wasn’t going to lose it. “”Delphi better do fine, Ravenclaw deserves to win. She deserves to win.” Charles thought about the mountain climb and whether he would have made it, “It’s a good thing I wasn’t chosen, my athleticism is awful…”
When Charles stood only to find himself being poked again he smiled, eventually laughing at his ridiculous friend’s pose, and overall strangeness. “No, nothing quite so terrifying,” he replied, laughing some more, “I was imagining me having to carry you and completely and utterly failing… I had an image of me collapsing with you in my arms in the Ravenclaw common room.” Charles saw the image once again in his mind’s eye and shuddered. Squashed Charles wasn’t pretty…
Charles slipped his arm through Benedict’s and began to head down the path towards Hogwarts. Benedict was sick, probably dying, but with a sudden epiphany Charles saw everything in a new light. Sure, he might lose his closest friend, but before then he would spend every moment he could with him, having fun. If their time was going to be limited in any way at all, Charles was going to make the most of the time they did have. He would save his tears for a rainy day.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2012 2:07:59 GMT -5
Grinning, Benedict nudged his shoulder. "Yeah, I'll say. You're almost as bad as me," he joked, pinching Charles's arm. He chuckled, wheezing slightly. His smirk didn't falter, however, and he bared his teeth in fun at his friend.
He laughed at Charles's vision, letting him grab his arm and pull him along. "Oh my goodness, you wouldn't be able to support my weight for a second," he teased, still laughing. He only started to calm down when it began to hurt, still laughing softly under his breath. "Though I don't think I'd be much better. I'd probably make it a few yards, though." Leaning over to pinch Charles again, he put on a scrutinizing face. "Nah, more than that. You wouldn't be that hard to carry."
As they were walking Benedict wrapped his arms around his friend, pulling him tight in a hug before letting go again. His lips curled upwards slightly in a loose smile, and he closed his eyes and let himself be led by the arm by Charles as they continued along.
|
|
|
Post by superwholockin on Feb 29, 2012 7:55:22 GMT -5
“Almost, but not quite Benedict, sorry.” Charles responded with an identical grin. Actually, he had no idea how their physical athleticism compared, but Charles wasn’t sure he would win in a race… He was more of a five second sprinter then a hour long runner.
Charles’ mouth opened in a large O of objection, “I believe I could hold you for longer, I may ruin my back if I try but a second is an understatement.” He scoffed, “My arms aren’t quite as week and pathetic as they look, and neither am I.” It took Charles a moment to realize that he had just insulted himself and he went a touch pink. “Ignore all of that.” He muttered, loud enough for Benedict to hear.
He trudged along down the path, allowing himself to be hugged by his best friend before rolling his eyes a little. He glanced up and saw that Benedict’s eyes were shut, “What are you trying to do? Walk blind all the way to Hogwarts? I’ve half a mind to run you into a tree.” He protested, grinning but attempting to put on a strict face and failing worse then he’d thought he would.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2012 0:16:13 GMT -5
Benedict stuck his tongue out at his friend, nudging him again. "I...used to be better," he defended himself with a sad laugh. Back when everyone had thought that the surgery had been a great success. He'd even been on the Quiddich teach for a couple of years. "One day I'll be good all over again." I hope, he didn't add.
He laughed at Charles's words. "Oh, Charles," he sighed. "As Rhye would say, you always know what...not to say." He laughed, remembering that day where they'd all gone out together.
"Do that, and you might not wake up in the morning," Benedict mused. "Or maybe you won't be able to find your favourite sweater." He leaned in close, waggling his eyebrows. "Perhaps you won't be able to find any clothes at all." He chuckled, pulling back away from Charles to continue along with a grin plastered to his face.
|
|
|
Post by superwholockin on Mar 1, 2012 0:57:02 GMT -5
Charles flinched again at the sadness that inhabited the laugh and tone of voice of his best friend for a moment. “I know that you will be good as knew one day, sooner rather than later I’d like to think.” He said, smiling softly up at Benedict with a little laugh.
A frown followed Benedict’s words about his not knowing what to say, ever. He opened his mouth to whine, but thought against it, closing his mouth once again. It was but a moment later when it opened again, letting a few words go this time around, “Just because my mind is faster then the rest of me… Unlike some people, my brain is used for thinking, not talking.” He replied, a look of aloofness upon his face, but he couldn’t hold it for long and a giggle escaped.
Although a fake look of fear was seen next as Benedict’s threat of making his clothes disappear. “Alright, alright, no running into trees for you then…” he responded, sighing with a cheeky shrug.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 12:32:07 GMT -5
Benedict poked his friend's head. "Your mind is faster than a lot of things," he teased. "But that's not necessarily a bad thing. You'll never be stuck not knowing what to do." He prodded at him again for good measure, meaning to drive the statement home.
Stretching his arms out above his head and looking up at the sky, Benedict frowned. "It's always so cloudy. I wonder when we're going to get some sun." He eyed Charles. "Maybe it's you-know-who trying to get us all in a bad mood for when he actually decides to show his goddamn face around here." Glaring up at the sky, Benedict cursed lightly under his breath. He felt his anger starting to bubble up in him, remembering the promise he'd made to Leah, but a glance at Charles had him gradually simmering down.
He couldn't afford to get angry these days. His heartbeat would elevate, putting more strain than he could afford on himself and never ending in anything good. Looking at Charles with a smile, he knew that he'd try. For both Charles and Leah's sakes.
|
|
|
Post by superwholockin on Mar 5, 2012 20:23:09 GMT -5
Charles beamed at Benedict’s near complement, “Thank you, I like to think that the reason I’m so bad at everything not involving a whole lot of thinking is that I’m taken up by too much smart to hold much else. Physical anything included. He poked Benedict in the side in response to the past two prods with a grin gracing his face.
Looking up at the sky when Benedict did, Charles frowned as well, the sun was a really nice thing to have in the winter, and the fact that there had been very little to be seen of it was frustrating for sure. “Well, then we might just have to keep ourselves in a good mood for when he shows. It might frustrate him to see happy faces in the gloom eh?” he grinned to push his point across and poked Benedict’s forehead again, trying to sponge out some of the anger that Benedict’s face showed.
He hated to see Benedict unhappy, and right then and there decided that whenever Benedict wasn’t happy or in a good mood, Charles would see to it that he snapped out of it and got back to being happy. Even if he had to do a bit of hard work to do it…
OOC: AHAHAHA!!! Just had the weirdest thought. When Benedict and Charles dance together and eventually kiss I’m pretty sure that Benedict’s heart will speed up a bit… CHARLES MIGHT BE KILLING HIS FRIEND WITH LOVE!
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2012 12:15:31 GMT -5
With a smirk, Benedict elbowed him in the arm. "Tactlessness, thy name is Charles," he joked.
He knew that Charles was just trying to cheer him up, but he still frowned at his latter comment. He didn't think that he'd ever really told Charles just what exactly had happened that stripped him of his family, and now was certainly not an opportune time at all. One day, perhaps he would; but today was not that day.
A scowl came across his features, and though he tried to get rid of it he ended up huffing a sigh and looking away from his friend. It was so unlike him--he was always the joker, always the one lightening the mood when things got tense and stepping in to make people laugh when they were otherwise upset. And now it seemed with each day he lost a little bit more of himself that way, his patience for the first time in years beginning to wear thin and his humour gradually fading. Not enough that it was noticeable by anyone, even Charles, but he himself knew, and it was not a good thing.
He pushed the thoughts of just what exactly he'd do should he ever come across a Death Eater out of his head, instantly brightening his mood, and looked back at his friend. "Anger's a better motivator than love," he told him, his voice perfectly level despite the roiling emotions in him. Anger, for obvious reasons. Fear, for more equally so. Carefully composed calm, for Charles's sake. And the need for structure, for something that was going to stay the same forever. Forever which, for Benedict, might not be all that long.
He found himself staring intently at Charles, who might have taken offense if he didn't do it so often and was used to it. Even he would change with time. Hell, he already had. But their friendship, that would never change. His friend was always his leveling ground, his rock, and though Charles didn't know just how crucial he was to Benedict's recovery, he didn't really need to. As long as he was there to stay.
Offering a genuine smile, he elbowed him again. "Though people do do stupid things for love, which I'm sure I'm more than capable of," he joked. "The stupid things, I mean."
|
|
|
Post by superwholockin on Mar 21, 2012 23:44:34 GMT -5
Punching his friend lightly on the arm, Charles opened his mouth in protest. “Why are you so meeaan?” he whined in what would have been a very convincing pout had it not been for the teasing glimmer in his eyes and a slight hint of amusement in his tone. He began smiling again, looking over at Benedict with his lips twitching, until he saw the frown that is. Then the frown turned into a full on scowl and Benedict was huffing and turning away.
Charles felt as if he was missing something, something important. But the thought quickly passed as a concern rose up above all others, he worried for a moment that Benedict was in pain. He gazed intently at his closest friend, trying to find some sign or another of what was going on inside that complicated, hot head of his.
He was about to ask what was going on when Benedict spoke, “I’d have to whole heartedly disagree with you there Beni, sorry.” He apologized, not too sincerely as the topic wasn’t impacting them that much at all. “I believe that love can override anything, and make someone do anything. Love can be the cause of anger, or the ending of anger, and it is a much nicer feeling let me tell you.” Suddenly feeling rather philosophical, Charles laughed, apparently all of those books that he had read and stories he had written had finally gone to his head. The boy was spurting so called wisdom at every chance he got!
After a moment or two more Charles came to realize that once again Benedict’s eyes were intently directed at him, and he blushed a little, still not fully having come to terms with his best friend’s intense nature. “Everyone does something stupid for love; I’ve done stupid things for love… I know that.” He laughed, remembering when his sister was sick and dying how he had gone to great lengths just to make her smile, even breaking rules as he had been taught not to do just to see those lips curve upwards again. Most of what he did could be classified as stupid, in an adorable, innocent child sort of way. Suddenly, Charles realized that he would do all of that for Benedict, even at the risk of embarassing himself.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2012 16:09:29 GMT -5
Benedict gave Charles a rueful grin. "You're right in the doing stupid things, though wrong about it being the better motivator." He huffed out a sigh. How out of character it was that he was being the downer, complaining about these trivial things instead of trying to chase them from his mind. Everyone has to get it out every once and a while, he guessed.
He'd thought too long ago that love was more powerful than anything. But he'd been young and foolish, and that was before his family was murdered in the name of good. They'd done what they did to protect another family, one they barely knew but cared for enough to give their lives for them. And give them they had. Their sacrifice had been in vain, and he'd been left without a family.
"Love holds you back," Benedict told him carefully. He knew that Charles held these beliefs above all others, and he had to choose his words carefully--something Benedict was not known for being good at. "It restricts your movements. You can only do so much with love, but with anger, there is nothing holding you back."
He waved the argument off. They were nearing Hogwarts anyways. "Whatever, different strokes for different folks, right?" He grinned, and punched Charles lightly on the shoulder once more.
ooc; sorry sorry typing on this thing is so frustrating sobs
|
|