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I fell down a lot of stairs. On my arm. And my sword. Shut up.
WHO: Dave, John, Wilbur, and Karkat
TONE: dark-ish and worried?
RATING: PG-13 because Dave and Karkat
WHEN: 14 May, 9pm
WHERE: Gryffindor 3rd year boys' dorm
WHAT: Dave comes back to Gryffindor Tower after getting the shit kicked out of him by Bro, carrying a shattered sword. The sleeve of his robe is bloody and torn, his hair is messed up, and it looks like he's been crying. His roommates react.
STATUS: Ongoing!
When he left Bro and crawled through the portrait hole, all Dave could think of was getting into bed, pulling the curtains, and spending the rest of the night fixing his robe so that he could go to classes without getting into trouble. Even though Bro had made sure that it wasn't bleeding anymore, Dave's arm still hurt like a bitch, a dull throbbing that lanced all the way up to his shoulder.
The common room was oddly deserted, and Dave sincerely hoped as he dragged himself up the stairs to the 3rd year boys dorm that his roommates would already have their curtains drawn. The door creaked as he pushed it open and peered inside.
No such luck. Fuck.
TONE: dark-ish and worried?
RATING: PG-13 because Dave and Karkat
WHEN: 14 May, 9pm
WHERE: Gryffindor 3rd year boys' dorm
WHAT: Dave comes back to Gryffindor Tower after getting the shit kicked out of him by Bro, carrying a shattered sword. The sleeve of his robe is bloody and torn, his hair is messed up, and it looks like he's been crying. His roommates react.
STATUS: Ongoing!
When he left Bro and crawled through the portrait hole, all Dave could think of was getting into bed, pulling the curtains, and spending the rest of the night fixing his robe so that he could go to classes without getting into trouble. Even though Bro had made sure that it wasn't bleeding anymore, Dave's arm still hurt like a bitch, a dull throbbing that lanced all the way up to his shoulder.
The common room was oddly deserted, and Dave sincerely hoped as he dragged himself up the stairs to the 3rd year boys dorm that his roommates would already have their curtains drawn. The door creaked as he pushed it open and peered inside.
No such luck. Fuck.
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"Oh! Hey Dave. Where've you bee- woah..." he started, only to be stopped by the sight of Dave. He looked like he'd just been ran over by a car. John made a quick run to his friend to get a better look at him.
The sight didn't get any prettier the closer he got. "What happened?"
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He opened his trunk and dropped the two halves of his sword in, fishing around until he found the sewing kit. Then he closed his trunk again, and shrugged off his robe. The bloodstain and tear were really visible in his shirtsleeve.
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Have John get all up in your personal space trying to get a closer look.
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Part of John really wants to just believe what Dave says and leave it at that. Just go and believe this was a nasty misstep at the end of the day, crack a joke about stairs and move on. Just let the bad things stay hidden, so they won't come out in full force. But this is Dave. He'd lie through his teeth about something like this. Hell, the fact that he even told John about the situation with Rose«, her mother and Bro was nothing short of a small miracle.
And now, he was hurt physically, and there was probably something else going on, if his sudden irritation was of any indication. It just didn't add up.
His sword wasn't bloodied like it should have been if he had fallen on it.
His arm looked like it wasn't bleeding anymore, and he probably wouldn't have been able to do much one handed.
The wound was recent, there was also no way it would have stopped bleeding on its own.
He was in pain, so he clearly hadn't gone to the infirmary. They'd have fixed him up right away.
It didn't add up. There was only another way for him to have gotten a wound like that, but... It couldn't be. He wanted to think of that even less than of what he was already thinking. But his mind kept telling him there was no other way.
"That..." he repeated, his voice cracking a little. "That doesn't sound right..."
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Then again, John really didn't deserve to be pushed away unless Dave wanted to talk. Dave groaned in frustration and tossed his robe and the sewing kit onto his bed, and then pulled John onto the canopy bed with him. He drew the curtains and muttered a silencing charm.
"Fine, I lost a strife."
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And when it came, it was like his worst fear had come true.
And for the time being, it really was.
"What happened?" There was no need to ask the who. Only one other person in the school had a sword and skill enough to do that to Dave. He was sure Dave would realize he'd figure that part out. The why was more important. The who would be dealt with later. Maybe.
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It wasn't a complete recounting of events. Dave was leaving out the fact that he'd referred to his egg donor by a fuckton of slurs that she probably didn't entirely deserve. As far as he was concerned, John hadn't asked for the why, just the how. He rolled up his sleeve and showed John the cut, which was clean of dry blood and mostly healed up. "I'm fine now, he fixed me up."
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He looked at the cut, all dried blood, and red unrelated to the blood. He pulled his wand from his pants (why he had put it there when he was about to go sleep was beyond him, but it was convenient), pointed it at the wound and murmured "Tergeo." The dried blood disappeared, leaving only the cut.
He then promptly dropped his wand on the mattress and hugged Dave, burying his face on the crook of the other boy's neck.
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The moment after the spell was cast seemed like a year to Dave, before John dropped his wand and reached out to hug him. Dave tensed initially when John's arms wrapped around him, but he relaxed into it soon enough, wrapping his arms around John and leaning his cheek against the side of John's head.
"Don't worry about me, doofus," he murmured, already sounding a lot less snippy than he had when he first came into the room. "I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself, okay?"
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He sighed after that, sitting down again and then fidgeting with a piece of the covers that had been raised by their shuffling around. Whatever could be said at the moment was escaping him at the moment.
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Once the torn sleeve was clean, he picked up the needle and held it gingerly in his right hand. His left arm was shaking as he raised the thread, and he stuck out his tongue in concentration, even though it was obvious that the thread wasn't getting into the eye of that needle anytime soon.
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Once the thread was secured in the eye of the needle, he held them up for Dave to take. "Here."
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"Thanks, man." He unwound some thread from the needle and then bit through it. His hand was still shaking a little as he tied a knot at the end of the string, but then he gripped the needle between his teeth and shook his robe sleeve inside out. He wasn't as good with a needle as Bro was, but Bro had taught him how to sew when he was younger. "You okay?" he asked, once he took the needle back out of his mouth so he could start sewing.
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Shut up, it totally made sense in his head.
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He sewed the sleeve together as carefully as he could, but it was still a little uneven. Solidly mended, but uneven.
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It hurt. He didn't want to be in this position, of having to choose between his best friend's safety and his friendship. And it made him feel really selfish that he was inclined to choose his friendship, as a myriad of justifications came out in his head.
But if he was going to put his friend's well being with his bro- no, father, even if Dave would never refer to him as such- in second place, he had to have something to make sure Dave would be ok.
"I won't..." he said, his voice a little weak before he looked Dave in the eyes, shades be damned. "But promise me. Promise I won't have to worry about you again."
John meant "Don't do whatever you did that made Bro snap your sword", of course. Whether or not Dave would take like that was up to him.
But he was going to trust Dave to take it as it was meant. If he could pick up that John knew Bro had done it, he could pick this up.
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He let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he'd been holding when John assured him, however weakly, that he wouldn't tell. Maybe he should have given the John the full story. His eyebrows shot up and he let his hands fall back to his lap, paused mid-stitch. Yeah, he understood what John meant.
And he felt guilty as hell.
"We're cool now. No big deal." He would keep telling John it was no big deal until John believed him, goddamn it. "I said some shit about Rose's mom I shouldn't have, that's all."
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A part of him couldn't help but wonder how disappointed would his own father be right now.
No, he wouldn't think of that at the moment. It had been something said about his mother. Ok, he could work with that. If Dave kept his mouth shut about the subject, it wouldn't happen again. Good. Dave wasn't stupid, he'd know that he should avoid the subject, or at least watch his words.
"Still..." he said, his voice stronger, eyes unrelenting.
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"Bro's not a predator or a monster, and he's not going to hurt me. I don't need to watch myself around him. I just. What do you want me to say, John?" He didn't sound angry or accusing. Just. Resigned.
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To not have to worry about Dave again. And despite what he was saying, there were clearly things where he had to watch himself around Bro, even if it was only where Dave and Rose's mother was concerned. Even if the subject was never brought up again, John would still worry.
He didn't want to lose Dave. "I just don't want to have to worry about you like this anymore..."
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But he hesitated. Because John wasn't a homo. Because Dave had a girlfriend (who was also John's sister). And then he said fuck you to all of his reservations, and he set his robe carefully aside, scooting forward and cupping John's cheek in his hand, as he met his blue eyes.
"I promise, John. I won't make you worry about me like that ever again, okay?" He held up his other hand, pinky extended, and smiled. "Pinky swear."
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The pinky swear was a small touch that actually made him smile. That and the promise helped him feel better, if anything. "Pinky swear," he said as he hooked his pinky with Dave's.
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Then he just said fuckit and reached out to grab him into a hug again. "I wasn't looking to make you worry about me. Just so we're clear." He paused and sighed, before pressing his forehead into the crook of John's neck. "And I'll tell Jade soon. So we don't have to keep secrets from her."
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"Good," he whispered when Dave said he'd go tell Jade. That brought some extra relief to him. If Dave was willing to share that with Jade, then maybe he wouldn't hide if something like this happened again. That was good. Very good.