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Dave Strider ([personal profile] clockspinner) wrote in [community profile] sortinghat_logs2012-05-24 09:43 pm

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.
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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-24 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It was kinda bad luck for Dave to enter just at that moment, since John was just removing his socks before he'd finally be ready to go to bed (in a t-shirt and grey pyjama pants, for the interested) when he heard the door crack open, making him look over to the source of the sound.

"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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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-24 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, he's noticing those stains as he follow Dave through the room. "Dude! Are the chairs carrying knives or something? Your arm's a mess!"

Have John get all up in your personal space trying to get a closer look.
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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-24 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fell wrong on your sword? But... That..."

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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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-24 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
John followed Dave without comment into the canopy bed, and silently sat on Dave's bed, cross-legged in front of his friend, waiting for an explanation.

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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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-24 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
John wasn't satisfied with these answers. There were still pieces missing. The implied question of the why wasn't answered, even though he was sure Dave had picked it up. But there was no mistaking Dave's tone. It was a final one, that wouldn't answer any other questions he had. The issue was final.

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.
Edited 2012-05-24 22:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-24 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Can't," he whispers, lifting his head from Dave's neck and pulling away. "You're my best bro. I have to worry."

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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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-25 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh give me that!" John said with a roll of his eyes as he quickly pulled the needle and thread from Dave's hands and started do it himself. Sure, the actual would have to be done by Dave himself, given that John didn't know how to sow, but he could do that much for his best friend, anyway.

Once the thread was secured in the eye of the needle, he held them up for Dave to take. "Here."
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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-25 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
John shrugged. "I'm not the one with the sword wound on his arm," he said with the smallest hint of a smile. It was probably not the best time for jokes, but he knew Dave would do the same thing for him. So as far as John was concerned, he was simply a favour that had yet to really be done.

Shut up, it totally made sense in his head.
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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-25 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
John started fidgeting with the bit of covers from before, not saying anything for a moment. What could he do? If he told anyone, Bro would be punished and Dave would be taken away. Given how defensive Dave could get whenever someone pointed out even how weird Bro was, that much would ruin their friendship. As much as John didn't want to worry about Dave again, how much he wanted him to be safe... He didn't want to lose his friendship more than anything.

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.
Edited 2012-05-25 14:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-25 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
And as unsurprising as it was, that was the last thing John hoped Dave'd do. Knowing more would make it harder to just let it go. Knowing more would make it all the more real, and would make his justifications falter.

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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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-25 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know, but..." But what? Dave had caught his meaning, all but complied too. What else did he want?

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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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-25 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
John was surprised by Dave sudden touching his cheek. It was a touch more intimate, more... Something, than just about any other they had shared except maybe for John's hug earlier. But he didn't think of it too much, because Dave's promise was more reassuring than it probably should be. He could think of ways of how he could technically keep his promise without actually keeping it, but... He trusted Dave. He'd have faith in him.

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.
Edited 2012-05-25 21:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fuckmackandme 2012-05-25 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
John let Dave hug him with resistance, hugging back immediately. He was happy...er. He still wished they hadn't had to be in this mess, but... He was glad they had been able to work out their end of the deal. He'd prefer if Dave would go to the infirmary, but that had been more miracles for the night than he'd ever thought Dave would do. That Dave had shared what had happened was enough.

"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.