val's random 1x1s

Four days in, and Niobe still couldn’t believe what had happened to her. Her eye. Her fucking eye was gone. One bad fight, and now she’d have to spend time relearning everything. Healers had been talking to her and her parents about some therapy to help her relearn fighting, now that her depth perception was shit. Her mother and father kept talking over her, about her like she wasn’t there. She felt utterly alone, helpless, and even the appearance of Corban two days ago didn’t seem to help. She felt hot, angry tears spring to her eyes, and if healers weren’t on call, she’d have screamed. She wanted to, desperately. It was perhaps the first time she was physically alone during a long portion of the day, but she’d felt pretty much alone the whole time. Trapped, like some kind of animal.

As soon as she heard the door open, she turned away as quickly as she could, shielding herself from the entrance. Her mother had warned her that the Macmillans had been told of her accident, but she didn’t want Max to see her. She didn’t want to see Max see her like this. “Go away,” she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. Her voice is soft, trembling. “Please, just go.”

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It’s not that Max had tried to avoid visiting her; quite frankly, he would’ve been there right after she was brought there after the fight. But it was a little more complicated with his parents. They kept bringing up how they weren’t sure she was suitable enough for him anymore. Not that he cared about an eye; she’d made him feel something he never had before, he didn’t want to throw it away. He wasn’t even sure he’d be able to find that with someone else. So it took a moment until his parents seemed... a little less against him visiting her. It took too long, in his opinion. But he kept that to himself, now wasn’t the time to anger his parents.

Max stood outside her door for a moment, fiddling with the little package he’d gotten made specially for her. It wasn’t big, he wasn’t even sure she’d like it, but he’d always been told it was better than coming empty handed. And as he finally walked in - told himself he would’ve visited sooner, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a tiny bit anxious as he walked through the door - he was almost instantly welcomed by her telling him to go. He knew it was always better to listen to her, but this time, he’d go against it. “I wanted to come earlier, I’m sorry.” He started, taking a few more steps towards her bed. “I have something for you.”

All Edgar had wanted after the long day he had was one drink but apparently that was not going to happen so easily. His luck was such that he had to come across Emma today and as much as he felt like shit for fucking things up between them, he was hardly in the mood to be told off for no reason whatsoever. He didn’t want to fight with her, he really didn’t, and yet – “Fuck you.” the words left his lips before he knew it. “I am just here to drink, okay? I am not bothering you. Turn around if you don’t want to look at me.” 

Emma stayed silent for a moment after he spoke. As much as she would never admit it, it hurt. Everything about it hurt, from the tone in his voice to the fact something was broken between them. But even that part, she didn’t fully admit to herself yet. “Would just be so much easier if you found some other pub.” She sneered. “Whatever, I’ll leave.” She wasn’t known to surrender so easily, but quite frankly, she didn’t trust herself around him, it just felt safer for one of them to go.

Gideon knew juggling the order and his very full time job was time consuming it. He’d barely seen Evan this week, having either been working, going on missions or generally exhausted. Still, he felt guilty for not spending time with the other. So, despite his exhaustion, he’d gone to seek out his boyfriend. 

Gideon wasn’t sure what he expected, but he didn’t expect to see Doe and Evan, locked lips. His heart dropped and his stomach lurched and – “What the fuck,” slipped from his lips, his hands trembling as he stumbled backwards. No, no, no. Gideon swallowed, turning around before quickly leaving the scene. His face was wet with tears he didn’t realise had started to fall. He should have known, someone like Evan would never want to be with someone like him. He’d questioned why Evan had even fallen from him in the first place, but had been happy the other had stayed. Until he got bored, supplied the voice in his head, sounding suspiciously like his ex. Of course he got bored, what did Gideon have to offer? 

At the sound of his voice, Gideon wrung his hands together, refusing to turn back. “What?” He cried out, refusing to turn around but stopping in his tracks. “What could you possible want to say to me right now, Evan?”

Evan knew something had broken the moment his lips met Doe’s, but if anything, Gideon saying it made it more definite. He wasn’t sure there was any way to fix this, but he had to try. Gideon was the best thing that happened to him since... since Iris. And he couldn’t let the two relationships he had end in tragedy. And both in ways he would forever blame himself for. So he went after the other. It was something he had to deal with now, not in a few days. 

When he saw the other finally stopped, Evan slowed down his pace before completely stopping, right behind the other. When Gideon spoke, he froze, biting on his lips. He deserved it. He deserved all of it, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear the pain in his voice. “I’m sorry.” He said, and he knew this wasn’t enough. “I don’t know what you want to hear. I can’t make this sound better, because it’s not good.” Hesitantly, Evan started to make his way around Gideon. Slowly, so that if he saw Gideon uncomfortable about it, he could just stay where he was. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

1. Fabedoe

doe -> fabian; [UNSENT] hey, sorry if i got a little weird yesterday. really didn’t mean to just get in a trance over your scar

doe -> fabian; [UNSENT] i think that scar... gives you some charm. i like it. is that too much?

doe -> fabian; [UNSENT] viv keeps glaring at me, i think she wants me to ask you out so... i don’t know, maybe we could get lunch or something? not as “just friends”?

doe -> fabian; [UNSENT] i just really want to go on a date with you. like, an actual date. but i don’t think you’d want that... right?

doe -> fabian; hey :) we should get lunch soon!

2. Amrys

alastor -> emrys; [UNSENT] i should probably tell you. got drunk. slept with your brother. don’t make a big deal out of it.

alastor -> emrys; [UNSENT] i don’t know if you want to hear it or not, but i slept with cain. 

alastor -> emrys; [UNSENT] have i done anything? why are you ignoring me? is it about cain?

alastor -> emrys; [UNSENT] i don’t understand. why do you care so much about what happened with your brother. why are you ignoring me because of it. is there something you’Re not telling me?

alastor -> emrys; you sure you want to spend your whole shift hearing stu daydream about remus?

3. Prosier

evan -> gideon; [UNSENT] i’m sorry. i have to go. please take care of hannah for me, she already loves you so much.

evan -> gideon; [UNSENT] i know you probably won’t understand, but it’s better if i just leave. it’s safer for you. safer for wyatt. safer for hannah. i just... i can’t be here anymore.

evan -> gideon; [UNSENT] i’m so scared

evan -> gideon; [UNSENT] i’m sorry. you probably don’t want to see me anymore but cain’s dragging me home. i’m really sorry

Evan was trying hard, really hard to tell himself this wasn’t as bad as it was. And it was true; he could’ve ended up stuck with someone a lot worse than her. He was just... unsure how comfortable he felt in all of it. He’d been friends with her brother for so long, she almost felt like she was his own sister. And now they were... well, he clearly had to stop thinking that way about her now.

It was early in the morning when he woke up. He still hated how some of those Quidditch practices had to be so early in the morning. Not that he minded waking up early, but this was almost an ungodly hour. Carefully, Evan tried his best to get ready without waking her up. Which seemed to work at first. Up until he picked up his bad from the floor, accidentally knocking a shelf with it. Instantly, his gaze moved towards the bed, where he saw her stir a little. “I’m sorry.” He whispered in a soft voice. “Go back to sleep, El. I’ll be home later.”

Evan knew he shouldn’t be doing that. He had Gideon. But he wasn’t there, when Dorcas was. And clearly, both of them quite wanted it. He’d never seen her in such a state, heck he’d never seen her drinking before, so he stopped her for a brief moment, mumbling a few words that made no sense, before just giving up and letting their lips crash. This was different, although he was too drunk to know if it was a good or a bad thing. He just knew it was a mistake. And it was only when their lips parted, his eyes catching sight of the other man, that Evan realized just how bad of a mistake this was. “Gid!” He said, gently pushing away Doe to follow the other one. “Gideon, wait!”