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❝ does it help somehow to bitch about it ? ❞

was   he   ever   going   to   stop   amazing   her?   certainly   not   in   a   good   way.   both   hands   settled   on   her   hips   as   tabitha   raised   an   eyebrow   at   him.   apparently,   they   each   saw   the   other   as   the   grouchiest   person   in   the   entire   goddamn   town.   being   stuck   under   the   same   roof   sure   as   hell   wasn't   ideal. 

the   only   thing   keeping   her   from   really   letting   loose   was   the   fact   that   ethan   was   upstairs,   trying   to   read   in   his   own   way   of   coping   with   yet   unsettling   cascade   of   events.   ❝   oh,   fuck   off,   jade.   ❞   she   breathed,   shaking   her   head.   ❝ clearly,   talking   to   you   is   a   fucking   waste   of   breath.   but   if   you   had   one   goddamn   ounce   of   empathy,   you   wouldn't   be   such   an   asshole!   ❞   tabitha   kept   her   voice   low.   still,   every   word   slipped   through   clenched   teeth,   leaving   no   doubt   about   how   easily   he   could   press   every   last   one   of   her   buttons.   each   accusation   came   with   another   jab   of   her   index   finger   against   his   chest. 

he   was   free   to   do   whatever   the   hell   he   wanted.   but   he   didn't   have   to   do   it   in   front   of   her   kids.   &   he   called   it   bitching?   seriously?   their   living   situation   wasn't   ideal,   but   how   fucking   stupid   had   she   been   to   expect   that,   if   he   couldn't   show   a   shred   of   compassion,   he'd   at   least   have   the   decency   to   be   curious   about   how   their   goddamn   house   had   collapsed   on   its   own?   &   while   tian-chen   had   opened   her   home   without   a   second   thought,   jade's   attitude   made   her   want   to   grow   those   freaking   monster   claws   herself.

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Still,  he  glanced  down  at  the  finger  jabbing  into  his  chest,  then  back  at  her  with  a  raised  brow.  ❝ You  barged  in  here,  started  yelling  at  me, and  now  you’re  offended  because  I’m  not responding  with  a  group  hug  and  a  heartfelt  speech ?  ❞  What  did  she  want  him  to  do ?  Cry  with  them ?  Glue  that  thing  back  together ?  He  hadn’t  even  forced  the  conversation  to  begin  with .  Didn’t  she  have  anyone  else  to  become  all  social  with ?  Or had  the  brief  flash  of  disappointment  on  his  face  when  he  saw  them  entering  the  house  wounded  her  that  deeply ? 

❝ So,  unless  this  town’s  buried  treasure  was  hidden  under  your  house, I  doubt  any  of  this  is  going  somewhere  useful. ❞  He  had  already  his  own  problems  to  deal  with ;  an  antenna  that’d  led  nowhere  but  to  further  disappointment,  and  a  town  that  made  no  damn sense.  So,  if Tabitha  was  so  convinced  that  he  was  not  worth  talking  to, and  that  every  breath  spent  on  him  was  wasted, then  why  was  she  still  standing  there?

There was an unintended wrinkling of her nose at the mention of Slytherin. While Nimue had nothing against those within the House, the man himself seemed more problematic. Ominis, himself, was a descendant. She knew that. She also knew what his family was like, their views, their ideals. Those things weren't recent additions to the family line.

for  warm  drinks,  kitchen  conversations,  &  warm  hugs.

you  didn't  have  to  bring  me  anything.

you  always  know  exactly  how  i  take  it.

it's  still  warm  -  take  mine.

you  can  stay  here,  as  long  as  you  need.

sit,  i  made  enough  for  both  of  us.

today  feels  like  a  quiet  kind  of  day.

let  me  pull  the  cookies  out  of  the  oven.

your  hands  are  freezing.

you  fell  asleep  on  the  couch  again.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you  can  tell  me,  or  we  can  just  sit  here.

i  have  no  idea  what's  in  this  but  it  tastes  good.

i  needed  this.

it's  chilly  out  there.  stay  a  little  longer.

i  didn't  make  any  plans  today.  just  this.

you  looked  like  you  needed  something  warm  to  hold.

there's  an  extra  blanket  on  the  couch.

i  didn't  have  the  heart  to  wake  you.

this  room  looks  beautiful  when  the  sun  comes  through  the  window.

She had stayed, yes, and she would continue to when she could. It was complicated, a battle of emotions that she was too tired to fight or figure out. Yes, this was done by Sebastian. Yes, he had broken things, broken trusts, destroyed lives. Nimue couldn't really defend him. While the Dark Arts were addictive, his actions had still been his own. In truth, she hated knowing that. It ached. It was something she knew she'd be struggling with for a while. But, another part of her just ached for him, for his losses.

"I'm still... I'm not going anywhere. Not really. I need to finish things, but after that..." Nimue's nose wrinkled unhappily. The question of if she'd been hurt was one that she'd barely even considered herself. No thoughts had been spent on it. "I don't think Solomon did much more than singe me... terrible shot for a former auror. But I... do have some scratches from the Inferi. Nothing big. There were a lot between you and the entrance to the crypt." There was a faintness to her voice, not really wanting to discuss that part of the day's events too terribly. Solomon, his death, it had been one thing, but Sebastian's raising and attempted control of Inferi had been another thing entirely.

The touch, minor as it was, brought her back to the moment fully. Though, for just a second, she couldn't help but search Sebastian's gaze. The wildness was gone, both from his eyes and his tone. That was the important thing. "I don't know how much time there actually is. The... well, the store of magic is here. Underneath Hogwarts. Maybe that will afford some protections. I don't know."

It  was  only  for  a  second,  yet  he  noticed  it.  The  way  she  looked  at  him.  He  knew  it  wouldn’t  be  easy  from  that  point  on,  and  honestly…  he  didn’t  know  how  he  was  supposed  to  act.  Maybe  it’d  be  easier  if  she  just  left,  if  she  simply  chose  to  hate  him.  Because  now ?  It  felt  like  no  matter  what  he  did  or  said   would  be  wrong.   ❝ Well,  just  start  from  the  easier,  and…  maybe  it  will feel  less   overwhelming. ❞  The  suggestion  escaped  him  with  something  the  distant  inside  it,  the  hesitant,  the  strange.  Everything  felt  wrong.  Almost  as  if  they  were  two  complete  strangers  desperately  trying  to  keep  the  conversation  going.

Still,  at  the  other’s  reaction,  a  combination  of  embarrassment  and  disappointment  filled  him .  Why  had  he  asked  this ?  It  was  early.  Too  early.  Nimue  was  already  struggling  to  keep  up  with  everything,  pressuring  her  more  would  help  none.  ❝ I  don’t  know  why  I  asked,  I  am  sorry. ❞  Still,  it  wasn’t  Anne’s  fault. She  shouldn’t  be  suffering  for  decisions  he’d  taken  and  if  there  was  still  a  way  to  save  her  without  ruining  any  more  lives,  he’d  give  everything  to  try. 

What  would  happen  when  she  walked  out  of  the  room ?  if  they  could  barely  talk  now,  what  would  happen  when  physical  space  was  added ?  Would  they  ever  arrive to  the  point  they  once  were ?  Friends,  trusting  each  other,  helping  each  other,  going  on  insane  adventures  and  escaping  death  more  times  than  he  could  count.  For  the  longer  they  stayed  in  the  room,  the  more  palpable  it  felt  that  the  comfort  was  dying  out. 

Beatrice's pulse was still racing after the encounter, faint sparks of magic still lingering in the air from the intensity of her wand and the aggressive spells flying. He had a point. It seemed like every time they tried to walk somewhere or do something normal, dangerous company found them. It was worth it, though - she and Sebastian were both highly competent, quick to act and made a formidable team in combat. And she couldn't leave that poor, frightened Kneazle behind in a cage.

"Perhaps we ought to give the gardens on the castle grounds a chance next time." She smiled faintly. "I suspect the roses are rather less inclined to ambush us than poachers." She laughed softly at his joke, the sound fading almost as quickly as it had come - almost nowhere felt completely safe lately with the loyalist attacks, poachers, Ashwinders almost everywhere. But now, her attention was on Sebastian. She found herself far less concerned with the ruined afternoon than with the blood running down Sebastian's forehead.

Before he could brush it off as nothing, she had already slipped her satchel from her shoulder, withdrawing a neatly folded linen handkerchief - embroidered with her initials, B.R. in a deep magenta thread, before uncapping a small silver flask she always carried on outings. A little water darkened the white linen as she dampened one corner. Stepping closer and bringing the handkerchief toward the blood, her eyes lifted to his.

"She won't be alone. You know Ominis wouldn't let that happen." Anne wasn't the one at the most risk of being left alone here. "I'm going to fix it." The words came softly, almost a whisper. Thing with the Keepers, with Ranrok, she would handle that as quickly as she could, and then she would fix it. Whatever happened, that was the important part. Stop Ranrok, heal Anne. She could do that. She would do that. Failing either task wasn't an option she planned to let herself entertain.

That furrow of her brows deepened as he thanked her. "I haven't done anything worth being thanked for yet." Maybe she had, she wasn't letting anyone turn him in, but that felt so... small. Nimue hadn't done enough yet. She never did enough. It always felt like running to do damage control, never making progress. If things could just stop for a moment... maybe she could catch up?

A little face was made as Sebastian cut himself off. "You don't have to talk to me about anything... but, I'm here if you want to. Whatever it is." More important things? No. More pressing? Perhaps. Teeth worried harshly at her bottom lip, ignoring the prick of fang through flesh and the slight taste of iron. The thought of leaving Sebastian alone filled her with a kind of dread.

"I... I do need to go to Hogsmeade. To see Mr. Ollivander." The wand needed to be made, the path to the final repository needed to be opened and secured before Ranrok could reach it. "It's... not more important, but, well, maybe my priorities are a bit skewed." Gaze dropped, lingering more on the collar of Sebastian's shirt than anywhere of real focus.

Maybe  she  was  right.  Maybe  in  the  very  end,  talking  was  going  to  help.  But  he  couldn’t  -  for  really,  what  was  there  to  talk  about ?  he  didn’t  know  how  he felt,  didn’t  know  what  he  was  supposed  to  feel.  It  wasn’t  guilt,  though.  That  much  he  was  aware  of.  He  didn’t  feel  bad  for  his  uncle’s  death  -  no ,  Solomon  had  hated  him,  he’d  tried  to  keep  him  away  from  Anne.  But  there  was  still  this  tiny  whisper  in  the  back  of  his  head  asking,  what  if  he’d  been  right  keeping  him  away ? 

At  her  next  words,  he  nodded.  It  was  unfair  to  keep  her  from  everything  she  was  supposed  to  do. He  knew  she  was  worried,  and  he  knew  that  staying  alone  would  probably  get  him  to  the  darkest  of  places.  But  he   couldn’t bring  himself  to  leave  the  Undercroft -  not  while everything  still  felt  raw, while  the  silence  of  it  pressed  in  around  him  like  a  punishment he  deserved   However,  forcing  her  into  being  his  caretaker  was  not  an  option  either.  He’d  survived  a  lot  more  in  the  past ;  he  could  survive his  own    thoughts  too.  ❝ I can  handle  it,  I  promise.  ❞  He  reassured  her,  a  small  smile  making  it  onto  his  face.  ❝ Did  you  get  hurt ? ❞ He  asked,  realising  just  now  that  she’d  been  in  this  fight  just  as  much  as  he’d  done.  ❝ Look,  I  know  you  want  to  help  me,  but… I  did  this…   ❞ 

She would have known it was a lie, or at the least assumed it, had Sebastian said he thought he could have stopped now. But... well, as awful as it was, sometimes people needed to hit the bottom. They needed to go too far to understand that they had. That was what Nimue was hoping for in this case. He'd done something he couldn't take back, something with real consequences.

The question that left his lips was one that had plagued Nimue--- though, perhaps less than it should have. This was the third Unforgivable he'd used. The first, the Cruciatus on her, that had been understood. It had been necessary, she'd told him to do it. The Imperius on that Goblin, less understood. A thousand spells could have come to him before the idea of making a being slit their own throat. It had been avoidable. Now this. He was never going to free himself of that taste, but it didn't mean he couldn't come back.

Pushing off from the column she'd leaned against in the Undercroft, Nimue stepped closer to him. There was still a gap, still distance. "No, I won't tell them. Sending you to Azkaban doesn't help anything or anyone. It doesn't bring Solomon back, it doesn't repair things with Anne, and it means you'll never have a chance." It was... a little difficult to push past that invisible wall between them, but her hand raised to touch Sebastian's freckled cheek, just a small thing, like a reassurance that she wasn't going anywhere.

 He  didn’t  know  what’d  happen  once  summer  arrived.  He  didn’t  even  know  where  he’d  stay.  But  it  didn’t  matter.  Maybe  in  the  very  end,  it’d  be  better  if  he  stayed  far  away  from  everyone.  

 ❝ Thank  you.  For  everything . ❞  Was  all  to  escape  him,  her  touch  bringing  more  reassurance  than  she  probably  knew.  He  was  terrified.  Terrified  of  the  life  he’d  forced  himself  into.   Terrified  of  walking  outside  the  Undercroft,  of  having  to  talk  to  people  as  if  he  hadn’t  just  murdered  his  sister’s  only  support.  Things  were  going  to  be  broken.  He  knew  it  well .  The  idea  of  facing  Ominis  bringing  a  nausea  to  his  stomach  he  couldn’t  quite  tolerate.

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you gotta have the marshmallows, that's what makes it fun.

"in the middle of all this bullshit.. did you just offer me marshmallows? we gonna make some s'mores?" a parade of confusion comes marching across the hunter's mien. might as well just popped up sprouting two heads and a tail for all the difference in his expression. "are you high?" gesturing between the two of them with a back and forth swing of his hand, dean gives a sharp shake of his head. "no! i don't want marshmallows. we need to focus. soon as we get the hell out of this town? the better."

turning down sweets of any form? hell! dean winchester means business! that and the face the demon's wearing still freaks him the fuck out. let's not have campfire stories, okay?!

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❛  you won't say it, but i know you blame me.  ❜ ~ seb (did i choose angsty post "in the shadow of the relic" stuff? yes i did)

Nimue wasn't really certain what she was supposed to do now. She'd never liked Sebastian's use of the Dark Arts. She'd tried, like Ominis, to stop him from going down that path. She'd been too slow, she should have done more. This was her fault. Her jaw had firmly set as she stared at nothing in particular. The Keepers had told her that curing Anne through ancient magic was possible, that it wouldn't hurt Anne, but they'd been very clear about the fact that she would need a container for the curse once it was out. It needed to go somewhere. It was a container, or taking it on herself. Despite asking Professor Fig to look for a container of goblin silver, one hadn't been found yet.

She should have just bitten the bullet, taken the curse. Better her than Anne. Better her than Sebastian.

Did she blame Sebastian? Her dark brown gaze flicked towards him. "I don't blame you for trying to save Anne." He cared. People did terrible things for those they loved. That was a fact Nimue knew well. Morals would bend, lives could be taken, you'd give your very soul. "Solomon did try to kill us. Killing him was self-defense, but it... It shouldn't have gotten to that point, no." She should have taken the curse herself.

 ❝ I  can  -  I … ❞  The  words  broke  before  they  could  become  a  lie. It  was  too  late,  wasn’t  it ?  He  could  deny  it. He  could  swear  he  had  only  meant  to  help  Anne, that  every  choice  had  been  for  her, that  none  of  this  was  what  he  wanted. But  somewhere  deep  down,  in  the part  of  himself  he  hated  most, he  knew  the  truth:  the  relic  had  made  him  feel  powerful. In control. Unstoppable.  And  for  one  brief, terrible  moment, he’d  craved  even  more.

It  was  over,  wasn’t  it ?  Anne  would  die.  She  would  die,  and  everything  he’d  given  her  was  more  pain,  another  reason  to  ache.  It  was  not  fair,  he’d  been  close,  so  close.  And  it’d  been  taken  away  from  him  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.  

Blood. 

'got a letter from anne this morning, i have yet to read it. -- no.

❝ i want to get out of the castle, preferably for the whole damn weekend. ❞ a pale finger draws idle circles upon the timeworn couch's torn leather. there is a silent question in the tone of his the heir's words. ❝ COME WITH ME? ❞ let's brave the forbidden forest, let's climb on dragonback and let nagini carry us onto the shores. anything was better than these stuffed halls.

❛  i can carry that for you.  ❜ ❛  i can come over, if you don't want to be alone.  ❜ ❛  i can go with you, so you don't have to do this by yourself.  ❜ ❛  i can keep you warm.  ❜ ❛  i can listen for as long as you need me to.  ❜ ❛  i can make breakfast while you stay in bed.  ❜ ❛  i can make you laugh. just give me a minute.  ❜ ❛  i can remember enough for both of us.  ❜ ❛  i can share mine with you.  ❜ ❛  i can stay with you a little longer.  ❜ ❛  i can take care of you for once.  ❜ ❛  i can wait for you here.  ❜ ❛  can i keep this? it reminds me of you.  ❜ ❛  can i keep you company?  ❜ ❛  can i kiss you?  ❜ ❛  can i lay my head in your lap?  ❜ ❛  can i see you smile again?  ❜ ❛  can i take care of you tonight?  ❜ ❛  can i tell you how pretty you look?  ❜ ❛  can i tell you something silly?  ❜ ❛  can we just do nothing today?  ❜ ❛  can we stay like this a little longer?  ❜ ❛  can you come a little closer?  ❜ ❛  can you hold me for just a second?  ❜ ❛  can you promise you'll text when you get home?  ❜ ❛  you can always come home to me.  ❜ ❛  you can be as clingy as you want. i don't mind.  ❜ ❛  you can be soft here.  ❜ ❛  you can come over whenever you miss me.  ❜ ❛  you can have the last bite.  ❜ ❛  you can have this; it was supposed to be yours anyway.  ❜ ❛  you can hide here for a while.  ❜ ❛  you can keep looking at me like that.  ❜ ❛  you can keep my heart. i wasn't using it anyway.  ❜ ❛  you can kiss me again, if you want.  ❜ ❛  you can lean on me.  ❜ ❛  you can pick the music.  ❜ ❛  you can stay as long as you want.  ❜ ❛  you can stay close to me, i like that.  ❜ ❛  you can take my hand.  ❜