try to hear my voice.;;closed

[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

If he were to push her sides together, would that make the healing process go any faster? You might think that it would, given that it wouldn't have to form as much new skin, it could just patch together what was already there. He didn't honestly know, he would never be able to dream of healing that quickly. Tobias found himself needed an anchor for the first time in awhile. He needed the distraction that movement would provide to keep him thinking. His mind tended to move far too quickly most of the time, and now, he couldn't stop thinking about her eyes. Every glance downward at her figure didn't even catch the same thing. It was like whatever he had just seen was gone. Even if she was pointedly avoiding his gaze, he just wanted to see it, to see it's true face. Whatever it was that was waking up to look through her eyes. He wanted to see the gold awaken and take it's new place. He couldn't stop seeing it, like it had been physically reaching out to him, grabbing him by the lapels and attempting to drag him back inward. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. He felt, well, he couldn't give it name, the way the felt. He just knew that it was something he wouldn't shake if he had tried. It was clinging to him like a second skin, pushing the cold of the foggy night air away as the moon finished crawling above their heads. Claiming the sky. He almost wished that this had happened during the day, at least the situation wouldn't feel quite so bleak. So endless. At least she wasn't fighting him any longer. Whether it was what had just transpired that took the fight from her, or she was starting to give way to the pain she was no doubt feeling. Either way it allowed them to lift her more easily, his arms locking in their grip of her torso, making sure to himself that he wasn't in any danger of dropping her. That would be the worst, to undo everything that he had just done. He only had the one potion. He didn't know where they could take her, all of the places that he knew to be 'his own' were suspended in the sky, the tree tops and rafters of the school. No way could he get her there like this, even if he could, it wouldn't give him any sort of maneuvering room. She could fall. Again, defeating the whole purpose.

Tobias knew out of all of them that had been out this night, he was likely to be the most sane. He had done the least amount of work, nobody had hit or harmed him. He was the most sound, the rest were scattered. He should be the one to know what to do, but he was at a loss. He didn't know anything other than they couldn't stay here. They would have to relocate her, and one of them was going to have to come back and clean up this mess. They couldn't hope to keep any of this a secret if somebody were to stumble upon the giant puddle of blood staining the very ground. “Aye. We’ll help ye.” At least he wasn't doing this alone, at least she wasn't doing this alone. Without another sound, his eyes declared thanks to Marcus for backing him up, despite the lack of plan he had. “Breathe.” She wasn't muttering any longer, her crazed, confusing string of words seemed to be over. For that he was grateful. Luckily, Marcus was filling in the gaps, helping her in ways that Tobias simply didn't know how to do. “No one can know.” There was something breaking in her voice, something that no matter how hard he tried to understand, no matter how many times that Marcus and his brother had attempted, painstakingly, to explain it to him in as simple of terms as they couldn't, he couldn't understand. He didn't know why it was so horrible, at least not horrible apart from the whole ripping ones self to bits once a month for a few years. “I’m goin’ta touch ye Kariana. How do ye want ta do this Tobias?” His eyes tore away from Kariana, he couldn't stop staring at the melting of her eyes. The final bits of blues and greens flaking away, being consumed by that thing that had just been looking up at him. Consuming. Wanting. He didn't even know what it was, or even put a name to the way that it had made him feel. Thankfully, Marcus was here to distract him. Rotating his head, Tobias looked out around the grounds again, there was nowhere to go. He didn't have anywhere to take her. They would just have to make do, now he felt stupid for attempting to lift her up in the first place.

“I have an extra shirt in me bag.” He meant? Of course. One real look at Kariana's mangled clothing would signal that she was going to need something to at least get her past the Auror's in the castle. After they managed to get her even close to the doors. She couldn't go in like that, for certain. “Aye… Forgot me wand was in me pants.” “You're going to have to hold her.” He knew it wouldn't be a problem, Marcus had more than enough strength to do it. Carefully, he brought Kariana's shoulders into Marcus' arms. Once he was certain that she was supported, he bolted off in the direction of his bag from earlier. Everything that they needed would be in there. Stopping so suddenly once he was near enough that he almost fell over his arms scooped everything within reach together. Shoes, books, scraps of parchment , Marcus' bag and most importantly, his wand and journal and stuffed them into the bag and slung it over his shoulder. He ran back a little slower, fishing out his wand in the process of flipping through his journal and reaching into his bag for another metal container. Once back to her, he pointed his wand at the ground, the spell would take a little while to get all of the blood out. “Scourgify.” if only the spell worked on cotton blends, why if didn't? He had no idea. Finding the metal container and opening it, he dumped the contents on her stomach. ”What's tha'? “Water...” he muttered, almost amused. He needed to loosen her shirt from the dried blood in order to get the rest done. Marcus would have to be the one to change her, they both knew Tobias would be useless in that department...nervous hands. Hoisting Marcus' bag out from inside of his own he dropped it to the ground for the time being and set about cleaning the other two, sending glances to Marcus as he worked. Pointing his wand at the smaller cuts from the struggle and her fall he muttered “Episkey” and watched as they started to mend themselves as much as the could. At least it wouldn't beg too much question. The real hard work had already been done with the potion that he had given her, the internal damage was being allowed to heal at the very least. From what he understood, that tended to take the longest, and couldn't be helped most times. Given that her wound was by her organs...it needed to be helped or else they wouldn't have been able to get her anywhere at all.

Whenever she was patched up enough, he took a step back as Marcus lowered her back to the now clean and cool ground. Tasking himself with pulling and unfolding the clothing from Marcus' bag while Marcus set about getting rid of the soiled clothing he passed the items to him when it was time. “What are you going to do?” They didn't have any way of knowing where Amina was, and Tobias was going to have to be the one to wait for her in the common room given their shared house. Marcus was a prefect, he could technically take Kariana back to her dorm room, but he was known to far too many of the Slytherins, they would know he was coming and stop him, question what he could have done to Kariana. Too many questions. Was he going to go and see the nameless woodsman that he always alluded too but that Tobias had still yet to meet? “I'll need the pass word of course...” He would go, he was of a level mind, would they even notice him if there was anybody still up at all? He could wait with her, they had curtains on their beds didn't they? He was good at being silent, wait until she was rested and sneak right back out. It was the only plan that he could think of...answer questions if he could. His eyes turned up to Marcus, of course, he should have been the one answering the questions, he had the experience, Kariana was going to need to learn. Did it need to be now, or could it wait? Once she was dressed, and the surrounding area clean he pulled his bag over his shoulder and handed Marcus his own. Marcus was going to have to bury or burn those cloths. No way could they go back into the castle. “Can she – can you walk at all?”

TAGGED ! marcus, kariana,
WORDS ! 1,582
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! -hello

[Marcus O'Conner]

living is easy with eyes closed

- - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - 

His arms wrapped around the shoulders that were handed over to him, somewhat surprised they were as small as they were. He knew she was small- obviously, she barely cleared his chest, if even that. He knew it- understood it, but with the way she usually spoke to him, the way he carried herself... sometimes he forgot. She'd been small even as a child, he could remember her always standing at least two steps above him when possible, eyebrow arched as if daring him to question it- as if challenging him to say anything. Which he had. Of course he had. Back then they had stood on the same metaphorical ground and had been somewhat of friends, had gotten along for the most part. Back then she hadn't looked at him as if she wanted to crush him beneath her heels. That hadn't come until second year. First year even she'd teased him- saying he'd been separated into the second best house due to lack of character, but even that hadn't been with the venom she had regarded him these past six years since. Her eye lids were closed, hiding the scarily changed irises from his view, ragged breathing making her chest rise and fall in an awkward pattern. With her features set in pain like that, without the glare that usually marred her features... he could remember her as she had been to him all of those years ago, allow himself to remember that they had once been friends. Could be again- now that she knew, could come to understand what had really changed between them the summer of his first year. He wanted to wrap his arms slightly more firmly around her shoulders, tell her that he would help her come to terms with this- that it was possible to do so. But given everything, given just how recent tooth and claw had torn through her flesh he didn't figure it would help any, didn't figure it would do him any favors. His eyes ran over her face, nostrils flaring as he took in her scent- rapidly changing, more like him. Pack. She would be pack. And it would be his job to help her come to terms with that, to help her find her place in it. There was something else, something different with her. Maybe it was his blood- he could still smell it in the potion rubbed into her skin... whatever it was it was equal parts comforting and disconcerting. Tears were still leaking out of her lids, despite the fact that she'd closed them- and he could hear Tobias, gathering everything up from where this whole thing had started. He wanted to call out, to ask Tobias what he was supposed to do to make her feel better- but he was over there, out of speaking distance. Slowly he brought one hand up, stretching his fingers to wrap around her forehead, just over her eyebrows. It covered nearly her whole face, his palm, even curved as it was to just hold the upper part of her face. He held it there for a moment, looking down- before dragging his skin against hers, pushing back the hairs that had stuck to the skin through blood and sweat, brushing it back amongst the others.

He heard her shaky inhalation, looked down to see her face contorting again. “This doesn't change anything mutt,” her voice sounded... indecisive, rough in her throat, but he couldn't stop to question it, staring down at her with wide eyes. She'd still had yet to open them back to look at him, was still pointedly not looking... But. How could she say that? Think that. It changed everything. She wouldn't be allowed to live the way she had, he could let go of their past- she hadn't known, he knew how their world worked. But in order for that to work she would need to let go of it too. “It changes everything.” Confusion, thick inside of him and his voice as her lips twisted as if denying him. How could she not understand? “Not for me.” Decisive, angry- hurt. He could smell it on her, but it didn't change his mind. These were only the first few hours, he had to remind himself. She hadn't had any time yet to get over it- and he could help her. He knew he could. Between himself and Tobias they would help her integrate, help her focus and deal with this... with this curse. He shook his head lightly, removing his hand from smoothing back her hair and returning to just holding her shoulders. When it set it, when it really set in, he would be there for her. Like no one had been able to be for him. He could feel the sadness twisting in his gut- sadness over what had happened, what all she would be losing. Not necessarily the lifestyle. He had found he was better off without that, that once the veil was lifted from his eyes the world was so much better for it- but the friends, the rights... it was hard to cope with after knowing it your whole life. “Aye'm here for ye Kariana.” It was the first time he'd used her first name in six years, even in his own mind- it was admission and promise as the eyes beneath him snapped open- wide, hurt. The colors were still shifting, solidifying, and a part of him wanted to run. Because no matter what it said it did still scare him, the way it was working within her, the way she was changing. And almost as if she sensed that her eyes narrowed, head shaking silently as if to ward off his words. But he could be okay with that. Like he'd already told himself- it hadn't even been hours since she'd been bitten- not even hours since the confrontation had begun. His features were still soft, still set in the same expression they'd shifted into upon his internal realization. But hers had hardened again, had turned from him entirely as Tobias reappeared into view, pulling things out and setting to work on both her and the things around them. Tobias was a lifesaver, he didn't know how he would have handled this without him- couldn't imagine.

And this didn't even mean this one situation. He wanted to reach out and clap the other boy's back, but his arms were still occupied, still full. Something that could only change after Tobias stepped back, declaring her done. He looked at the grass, as if assuring himself that it really was clean enough for him to lower her- it took only a second, his arms bending and arching to make it less painful. No matter how patched up she was relatively, he knew her insides still had to be on fire, could feel the phantom ache within his own bones. “Aye'm going to undress ye Kariana.” When all he got was a snort he could admit that, given the state her clothes were already in it wasn't much of a stretch. For the most part all he'd have to do was pull the fabric apart and off of her. It would be easier than trying to bend her muscles to do so. He stayed kneeling by her body, his fingers going to the shredded remnants of her shirt and ripping, pulling the soiled fabric away from her skin and handing it to Tobias. It was just nudity. And she was pack. It was funny how those two things changed everything in his mind. Her bra... he hesitated, fingers pausing before pulling that ripped fabric away as well, handing it in three pieces to Tobias with an awkward half shrug. Less because she was naked and more because of the bra itself. He didn't think he'd honestly ever touched one of those. Her pants.. same story, although it took more ripping and came apart in more pieces. It became methodical, his movements- quick in the way he handed them over and took what was being handed back by Tobias, recovering her as best he could. When he was done he paused again, leaning over her and forcing the eyes to meet his own. “Do ye want me ta go back wit' ye too?” He was offering, something he hadn't thought he would do, but her curled lip and headshake were all he needed before he nodded, shuffling back from her and looking over to Tobias. “What are you going to do?” It was a good question. He knew he needed to go, to talk to Osiris, knew the man would need to know there would be another wolf with them on the next full moon- and to ask him about these strange changes that she seemed to bring. He needed advice, and he needed to inform. It couldn't wait- he couldn't afford to make any mistakes here. Not with all that had happened. “I need to go...,” his eyes slipped back to the girl still on the ground. “To the forest.” He pulled a face, apology clear on his. He understood, understood that it meant that Tobias would be facing any number of problems because of it.

“I'll need the pass word of course...” Marcus nodded to her again, a clear indication that she'd have to help. And she would, if only it meant that she'd be safe in her own dorm and away from this. “Can she – can you walk at all?” He started to answer, cut off by the angry huff from the ground. “I can talk too.” But she was still on her back, fingers clenching and unclenching in the grass as if she were trying to pull herself up and failing. He moved back again, arm going under her back and hauling her into at least a sitting position, ignoring the fact that she sneered at him the entire time. She wouldn't even look at Tobias, but then he supposed the other boy hadn't forced her like he had. “I need to go,” his voice was slow- looking back and forth between pair of them as if assuring that they could handle it. “Go,” it was her, demanding even though she could barely sit by herself. He gestured to Tobias, letting the other boy replace him and nodding- setting about gathering the clothing pieces he would need to be taking care of. “Tobes...” His free arm flung around the other boys shoulders, squeezing before he stepped back, eyes glinting. He had to go. He needed to go now, he wasn't sure where the urgency had come from – but all it took was the clap to his back and he was off, feet pounding against the ground as he left the muted words behind him- focusing all of his energy on running.


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tag Gavin, Kariana, Amina, Tobias
words 1822
lyrics strawberry fields forever - the beatles
credit a girl with kaleidoscope eyes @ caution 2.0
wearing this

[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

It hurt. It hurt everywhere, shifting beneath her skin. It didn't matter how hard she squeezed her lids shut or how much she tried to keep it internalized- it was excruciating, the way it tore through her even now. She could feel the distressed sounds building up within the back of her throat; the urge to moan, to groan, to whimper- anything to alleviate some of the tension the pain was causing. She swallowed them each preemptively, forcing them back down her throat and into the fiery cage her stomach had become- housed them there alongside the pain causing them. Her mind was spinning, was looping and playing back for her every event leading up to this moment- every word spoken and not, the months that had come even more previously. Teeth. Claw. Sinking through her flesh as if it provided no resistance at all, tearing through her and changing her. She didn't want to think anymore, didn't want to be trapped up in the space of her own mind. She could feel it- the same blackness that had been threatening since the minute she'd first fallen back onto the compact earth beneath her. If she let go just enough of her resistance, if she allowed herself that small reprieve she wouldn't be having to face any of this, wouldn't have to listen to her own distorted thought process. But it seemed pointless- not having passed out when the girl had first shifted, had first attacked... not having done so as she watched the person who tethered her so strongly to this earth walk away, or when the other boy had poured that potion over her mangled flesh... what a waste to do so now, when she'd fought so hard to avoid it before. She felt her shoulders shift, felt the O'Conner boy's hold on her change- how could she not when it sent a jolting sensation through her very core it seemed? But she didn't comment, couldn't. Of course if she opened her eyes, if she looked at him maybe then she could pull herself somewhat more out of her own head, but then... that was a different fight entirely. Already, him touching her like this was all she could stand. All she could take. He'd abandoned them once. All of them as a whole, betrayed his entire family by choosing to be what he was- what by some defect he'd managed to make her. He'd left their group of friends behind without any protestation. Hell, he'd made the order to exile him all the more easier with the way he'd behaved. He'd welcomed it. And now she was at his mercy, forced to rely on his help. She didn't have to look at him, to let it become any more real for her. The blood traitor had won, in the end. She couldn't even wrap her head around the facts- not with the way it was swimming. They'd come to the forefront of her mind and be banished once more- faces and figures blurring behind her closed lids. She knew the other one, the second half of this strange duo was off getting their things, she had at least paid enough attention to understand that. Leaving her alone with O'Conner... that was unacceptable on its own, nevermind the fact that he was holding her as well. Not holding, he wasn't holding her, he was supporting her. But really... which was worse?

Again the body behind hers shifted, the muscles shifting beneath her shoulders. Her mouth tightened, once more fighting against the verbalization of what was taking place inside of her. The air above her face shifted, warmth infiltrating her pores with extreme unfamiliarity- pulsating. She was tempted to open her eyes again, to identify what it was that was causing it, but the strange yellow eyes would be just beyond whatever it was, she knew- and looking at those eyes was only a reminder of what the pain tearing through her really was, what it signified. The heat intensified as flesh covered her own, the too warm palm curling around her forehead. It felt good, right against her clammy skin- as if someone had lain a warm washcloth over it, something her mother had done anytime the younger girl had developed any sort of fever... warm, she'd said, not cold- dragons don't need ice to make themselves feel better. It had been a joke of sorts, a way to convince the child to keep it on- chase the fever away. For that brief moment it lingered there she could feel the moisture building behind her closed lids anew, joining the ever present stream of tears that leaked out of them. Something that only intensified as the skin dragged back against hers- pulled away the remnants that had been clinging to her. It was a comforting gesture, it was one that made her throat constrict and palms tingle in ways she couldn't put name to. He wasn't just supporting her anymore, not just her physical body- he was acting as if he was trying to... help her. She inhaled roughly, dragging the air through her aching lungs and trying to dismiss the memories from her mind. She couldn't afford this- the blurring of lines that seemed to be taking place in her thoughts, the loosening of things that she'd repressed for so long. Her stomach twisted as fingers brushed back through her hair- she wanted to shake her head to dislodge his hands from her- but he was already pulling away, already going back to just touching her shoulders. She could make sense of that, could tell herself that it was only as needed. She needed to get away from him- away from the memories he wasn't doing anything but help to invoke. “This doesn't change anything mutt,” she forced the words out- pushed them up from the recesses of her throat. Her being … altered this way, being changed like this didn't make him any less of a blood traitor. He'd chosen this- for reasons she could never imagine, couldn't afford to question. He'd chosen to become this animal. It separated them, she hadn't wanted this- not in any way.

She wasn't a blood traitor, she wasn't like him. “It changes everything.” How could he say that? Feel that? How could he think that this thing that had been thrust upon her could so easily erase everything that she'd been before? Everything that worked together to make up her in her entirety... she couldn't lose herself to this. “Not for me.” She refused to let it reshape her, to make her into something less than she'd been born to be. She came from two houses, two old houses that had worked to stay what they were- that had worked to remain as pure as they were. She was the blood of the dragon and the snake. There was no taking that away from her.. only Amina had hadn't she? Changed the very makeup of her blood. Bile rose up the back of her already stripped throat, burning the flesh and searing into her brain the sentence that had brought it. Her blood... A hiccup fled her lips, a quiet rush of air in the silence that had greeted her last statement. She didn't want his pity, his … acceptance. She didn't need him, even if a very real part of her wanted to accept his help, to lean into his very warm body. “Aye'm here for ye Kariana.” She couldn't help it, her eyes snapping open at his promise. Because it had been one, she could feel it, in the way he said it- he was promising her that he'd be there. Something bubbled, deep within her- telling her to take it, to accept him again. It was more than she'd be offered from those that she had once known- she knew it. Gavin even, a new sob built up in the back of her throat at his very name- even he had left her on the grass- left her for dead. Like everyone else would. She couldn't even blink, couldn't tear herself away from the worried gaze above her. She could accept his help, could take this lifeline being thrown her... but she'd abandon everything she believed in along the way... she couldn't. Her chin turned, eyes falling to flesh instead- refusing to look back up at him. It was weakness, her wanting to accept his offer, a weak default that she could't take- couldn't lower herself to.

Her jaw set, lips thinning as the fingers on her shoulders shifted. She could hear the other boy behind her head, could hear him going to set about things- but she couldn't acknowledge him especially. Especially him. If she thought about him it only intensified the strange reaction that her body seemed to have with having him near- the tingling at the base of her spine that had alerted her before she'd even heard him. Now she was imagining things on top of everything else. Dementia. It could be caused by extreme situations right? Her breathing escalated within her chest, heart pounding uncomfortably within the bruised ribs. Panic, it was almost panic- the way it tore through her body, fighting alongside the steadily throbbing pain. She couldn't. She couldn't handle O'Conner talking to her like that with the other boy... and the other boy's eyes... Her chest heaved in a quick succession of breathes- only stopping once the blood traitor's voice washed back into the still air. “Aye'm going to undress ye Kariana.” Again with the warning. More than that though, was the way he said it- the way his voice vibrated in her bones, her body seeming to recognize the instinctual command to calm down. Her breathing slowed against her will, body relaxing back into the ground as he lowered her. She snorted derisively, more at herself than situation itself. She didn't know what was wrong with her, with her reactions... but she didn't like it. Didn't like the way that they went against her, betrayed her. Her eyes rolled upwards, staring at the night sky with a glassy sort of stare. She couldn't... couldn't focus on what was happening right now. In her entire life there had only ever been one person who had fully undressed her before, seen her fully naked as she was becoming now. There had only ever been one person who could have shredded her clothes and pulled them off of her... they played like a film in her head, just above her irises- these pictures. So much happier than the others that had been forced on her so far that night- rolling around the quidditch pitch, blades of grass sticking her skin even as giggles transferred to moans, clothing forgotten as quickly as it was being discarded. It had been the first time- not her first, but certainly the first as it should have been- not hurried in a broom closet with so much clothing still on so as not to feel like the full experience at all... The hands passing over her now were different, impassive... not lingering on the skin after they removed the article, not pushing into the flesh beneath them. It didn't stop her tears any though, or make her feel any less violated. She had to force herself from trying to move and slap his hands away. She didn't want him touching her, but she understood the necessity. “Do ye want me ta go back wit' ye too?” He was above her suddenly, forcing her eyes to his and looking down at her- asking her... to come with her? No, she'd rather be able to get back to the dorm on her own. Her lips curled on instinct, neck twisting quickly back and forth and ignoring the pain that it brought her. “What are you going to do?” “To the forest.” Their words rolled over her as he pulled back, her eyes once more only focused on the scenes replaying in her memory and the sky. She didn't care- it was a muted sort of realization. She didn't care what they did. She just wanted to be... alone. It hit her with such intensity, such suddenness that she nearly jerked back in shock.

“I'll need the pass word of course...” Only they were still talking. The password? Meaning her dorm. Her neck rotated slowly, eyes going to the two figures. Why wasn't anyone asking her? Wasn't she the one they should be running it by? “Can she – can you walk at all?” Finally. She snorted, her fists balling beside her. “I can talk too.” She could make her own damn decisions, she didn't need the nearly bearded one to make them for her. Her stomach muscles contracted, fingers curling into the grass once more as she tried to push herself into a sitting position... only her body wouldn't react, wouldn't move as it ought. Her brow furrowed, teeth tearing at the inside of her cheek as she tried again. Damnit. Maybe it was the potion that had been poured over her, or the pain that only seemed to be holding to its steady pounding- but she couldn't seem to accomplish much more than the most simple of motorized action- her body resistant to every attempt. She could feel it though, could feel the slightest of pushes- she just needed... O'Conner crossed to her again, fingers sliding under her and shifting under her tender torso. It wasn't until he was helping to pull her up though that she could turn her face towards him, features set in a glare. How dare he. He hadn't even asked that time, had just... assumed. She may have been able to work it out if she'd been given a little more time... “I need to go.” She almost laughed. She wanted him gone. That badly. She needed him out of her sight. “Go.” Only... she hadn't thought through what that meant, not until a different set of arms were helping her, replacing the far too hairy ones that had been supporting her before. He was leaving her. Alone. With the other one. “Tobes...” Tobias, her brain corrected the nickname instantly. Alone with him and his strange eyes... She watched O'Conner run off, his figure far too quick to follow for too long, only turning towards the other once she could no longer see him. His face was turned the same way hers had been, no doubt watching him for his own reasons, but it helped her somewhat. “I don't think I can walk,” the admittance was torn out of her slowly, her tone a clear indication of how much she didn't like to acknowledge it. “I can hang on though.” It wouldn't be too unusual if someone were to spot her hanging off of someone else's back... though the current subject would raise its own set of questions. “And I know back ways.”







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TEMPLATE CREATED BY YOUR SWEET DEMISE of CAUTION 2 THE WIND

[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

“I can talk too.” Of course she could. Of course. He'd only asked because of the string of crazy babble that she had been pouring forth since she had been bitten by Amina. Wherever that girl was, that was going to be a whole other issue for him to address. Not now. The time for that wouldn't have been now. Now he was going to have to focus on Kariana, that was what mattered in this moment. Needed to make sure that she would make it through the night, and that meant that he was going to have to stay with her, using the stuff that he still had in the bag now slung back over his shoulder to keep her, rested./ If nothing else, everything was going to hurt worse in the morning. Everything always hurt worse in the morning. He didn't understand it, why the body was so strange. But – it was accepted. She was moving to pull herself up, and Marcus' hands moved to stop her. Even in pain she was still every bit as stubborn. “I need to go,” He flicked his gaze over to Marcus, of course he did. There were things that were going to have to be discussed, he knew that. Even if he didn’t know who he was going to go and see. His brow pinched, questioning, and admitting that he acknowledged the words. Still, he was nervous, having to do this without Marcus. It was just a given that they would do most things together. “Go,” Like she had any say in the matter, why wasn't she ordering Tobias away as well? Was she admitting that she needed help? “Tobes...” Tobias offered him a sad, half smile as he extended Marcus' bag over to him and the boy stuffed the objects that he had been gathering inside of the fabric. Whatever else they had forgotten, it was too dark outside now to see the things anyway. He returned the hug as best he could, hands squeezing his friends back in reassurance, as if he was stealing some of the courage, or strength, or just...something before Marcus turned off toward the forest, dark stealing his running form from view.

He swallowed hard, attempting to push his nerves and own fear to the bottom of his stomach. He had been acting on impulse before, keeping her alive, but now...this was an entirely different thing. He stood there, still, watching the space where Marcus had disappeared for too long, he needed to get back inside before somebody walked past and started asking questions. She was presentable enough now. Blinking once, he counted to ten in his head, ten seconds he would allow himself to panic for ten seconds. Then he would move. He counted a little too slowly, but when he reached ten he squatted down, offering the girl his arm, needing to help her up, she wasn't going to be able to do it by herself. Marcus had done most of the heavy lifting this time, literally. All Tobias needed to do was slip his arm under hers. Holding her as close as was needed to keep her standing, to keep her upright. He didn't want to risk rupturing her stomach any more than it already was. “Tobes...” Again his brow furrowed in confusion, that had to be more crazy talk, Marcus was the only one who called him that. It felt so weird, hearing his name, any form of his name coming from her lips. It made him...uncomfortable. He couldn’t even fathom why.

“I don't think I can walk,” His eyes turned to her, even though she wouldn't look at him. If she couldn't walk...well, then things were going to be getting difficult very quickly weren't they? He didn't even know how to get her into the Castle, it wasn't that she was a large woman, but he didn't have the strength to hold her steady and move that much distance without making things worse. “I can hang on though.” It shouldn't have taken him as long as it did to understand her words. His eyes dropping to the wound on her side. That...that would be fun. That would jostle her around even more...And I know back ways.” “We'll need them...” he just needed to figure out how to make it work...He winced at his idea. He had no choice, it was going to hurt...it was going to hut a lot. But he couldn't carry her on his back with her stomach like that. At least Marcus' shirt was big enough on her that it should cushion the blow enough. His face was still pained as he moved to steady her, unclipping his suspenders from where they had been decorating his outfit, pausing. “I'm going to have to...stabilize you” he was literally going to have to tie her together. “I'll try to be fast...” it was really the best that he could do, puling the shirt around her a little better, the folds providing some cushion as he pulled the suspenders above and below her wound, securing the shirt. “Ready?” he questioned, locking eyes with her again, she didn't have a choice whether she wanted to or not, and then he pulled, knotting them around her as best he could. With a strength that he didn't even know where it came from...he wasn't even the strongest of men but he managed to pull her onto his back, perhaps there had been something within her that he had managed to borrow as well. “Just tell me where to go,” at least if she told him up front, whenever she passed out along the way he would be able to manage the rest of the way.

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[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

She was going crazy. She had to be... whatever mental instability it had been that claimed her mother had finally claimed her as well- caught up with her finally under the stress and pain this night had brought. It was the only explanation for the memories that played as if on a screen behind her eyelids- melding into the moment she was living now. The only reason she could find to explain that she practically melted into him the minute his skin touched her own- something inside of her seeming to draw comfort from that very thing on its own. Her breathing, breathing she hadn't even realized had picked back up evened slowly out- the thoughts inside of her head swimming- blurring into one another until she couldn't quite discern memory from reality. She was trying though, just barely managing to keep that line in place as he seemed to take in her words- looking down at her side. Well, she supposed that would present a problem. Maybe... well maybe it tear- would pull open so far as to … finally bleed her out. Surely she'd lost enough for that to be a possibility. Even with the potions that she'd been administered. She had to have lost enough. It was a twisted sort of hope that filled her at the thought, even as a wholly different part of her demanded that she fight through it, demanded she not give into the cruelly seductive argument that it was presenting. Damn it. She just needed... “We'll need them...” In order not to get caught? In order not to bring attention to themselves? Surely all of that. She blew a pained breath out through her teeth, wincing as the movement seemed only to incite more fire to move through her ribs- burning the already aching muscle and flesh both. “I'm going to have to... stabilize you... I'll try to be fast.” Her eyes followed his movements, nodding once shortly in reply. Stabilize. Well that sounded like a far decreased chance of her wound tearing open any further. So much for bleeding out. The two separate sides of her on the issue warred bitterly within her for a moment, eyes closing over the added turmoil it caused in her already chaotic mind. Again- his hands weren't even around her flesh anymore, pulling the fabric of the borrowed shirt over it instead- but something hummed within her- recognizing … accepting. It flowed over her, moved through slow pumping blood throughout her veins. Insane. Was this how it had felt to her mother? Eyelids clamped tightly over her eyes, lips pulling into a straight line.

“Ready?” Her lids opened slowly, lashes brushing against her cheekbone briefly before she connected gazes with him again- lips parting slightly with that... same sort of binding feeling that had filled her before. She wanted to scream that no she wasn't- wanted to tell him that she could do without the damn binding in entirety. Surely he had more potions in that bag of his that could allow for more healing once they got there... she nodded once, jerky in its determination- her eyes holding steady to his as she felt his hands shift leverage on the suspenders he'd wrapped around her. Fuck. Her pupils constricted with the pain, lashes flickering as if they wanted to close- but she made sure and focused... on that feeling, that descent into insanity that his eyes seemed to provide- like a window- the long groan that came with the contact roughly muted from the way her vocal chords seemed to have been stretched. Fuck. She wanted to scream again, felt whatever barriers she'd managed to rectify beginning to slip as he hoisted her body up on his back, her legs and arms instantly moving with whatever mobility they had to coil around him. She had said she could hang on- she could. She could hang on. It was so much easier than walking... Her breath shuddered out of her lips- a hiss of pain as her forehead fell to the very top of his shoulder. “Just tell me where to go,” She couldn't even manage to nod at his words, moan slipping between her clenched teeth as her body seemed to quake with the most recent after shocks- her arms and legs tightening slightly as if to ward them too off. “Through the courtyard. Get us to the courtyard. There's a series of passages. They're marked.” Had been marked since she'd gotten to hogwarts, the snake insignia clear to the right of all of the torches you were supposed to turn on. “Snakes. To the right of the torches. First left at the entrance and you can follow them from there. The password is GreenHypogriff...” Her words were stilted, forced as she tried to make them all the more legible. They'd all speculated- when they were first informed of the markings- if they hadn't been done by the founder himself for his little snakes- if it weren't a gift of sorts. Or if it was just something one of the earlier generations had left for them...

Her thought process dipped, breath evening out as her face rose, chin pressing into the collar of his shirt and dragging it down, angling so that her cheek could press against the skin revealed along the top of his shoulder, pressing into the warmth with a drawn out sigh- the breath gusting against the curve of his neck and doubling back to hit her in the face. He was warm. So warm. And she was … the cold was creeping up on her, setting into her bones as she tried to ward it off- shaking her limbs. Fuck it hurt so bad. “Always.” The word ghosted off of two sets of lips, memory and reality- eyelids flickering against the skin her face was resting on. “'M sorry.” Half moan, the tears running down her face as she shook her head- barely any movement at all. It was so late. Too late. Always too late. She was always a step behind where she was supposed to be. Her heartbeat thundered within her chest- ice crawling up her spine as she tried to separate the fragmented memories clouding her brain. Always, always, always. Her breath stuttered, evened out slowly as with a suddenness darkness invaded her senses, overtook her mind....







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