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Feelings suck
Jan. 3rd, 2013 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plushaeusrumpifiedWHO: Dolores Maryam, Bro Strider
TONE: Sad
RATING: PG-13 for language
WHEN: A few days after New Year, after leaving Murdoc's
WHERE: Dolores's house
WHAT: Bro splinched himself and needs help
STATUS: Ongoing
"Fuck," is all Bro manages to hiss out when he finally arrives at his destination, which is outside of Hogwarts. Instantly his hand is on his shoulder and covered in blood. Of all the fucking times to splinch himself, it had to be now. He can't even remember splinching himself before- he'd always been so damn focused every time he apparated. If there was one thing Bro was good at, it was focusing. But seeing Murdoc bleeding and begging for him to stay, it just... completely blew it.
And it fucking blew his shoulder to boot. There was a damn good chunk missing from it, and he was already feeling nauseous and lightheaded from the pain of it and the blood loss. He needed help fast; he wasn't proficient enough in healing magic to fix this. His first thought was the hospital wing, of Dolores- but then he remembered it's the holidays. She won't be there.
Which means he has to chance another apparition. Fuck.
Gritting his teeth, and focusing as hard as he possibly can on his destination, he turns on the spot and disapparates again. This time, he manages to not splinch himself, and thankfully he arrives near her doorstep. He moves towards it, feeling his knees shaking and threatening to give out. They do, when he reaches the door He falls hard on them with a grunt, dropping his bag next to him. God, this hurts. So fucking much. He can't remember a time he's been so wounded before.
Physically and emotionally.
But he's trying not to focus on the latter. He's fucking drenched in blood by the time he finally reaches up and knocks on the door, accidentally leaving a bloody mark on it. It's kinda hard not to leave blood when he's still bleeding profusely. When she opens the door, she'll definitely be in for a sight. He's covered in blood, pale, and looks absolutely fucking miserable there on his knees. He's shaking and he feels sick to his stomach.
Overall, he's looked better.
TONE: Sad
RATING: PG-13 for language
WHEN: A few days after New Year, after leaving Murdoc's
WHERE: Dolores's house
WHAT: Bro splinched himself and needs help
STATUS: Ongoing
"Fuck," is all Bro manages to hiss out when he finally arrives at his destination, which is outside of Hogwarts. Instantly his hand is on his shoulder and covered in blood. Of all the fucking times to splinch himself, it had to be now. He can't even remember splinching himself before- he'd always been so damn focused every time he apparated. If there was one thing Bro was good at, it was focusing. But seeing Murdoc bleeding and begging for him to stay, it just... completely blew it.
And it fucking blew his shoulder to boot. There was a damn good chunk missing from it, and he was already feeling nauseous and lightheaded from the pain of it and the blood loss. He needed help fast; he wasn't proficient enough in healing magic to fix this. His first thought was the hospital wing, of Dolores- but then he remembered it's the holidays. She won't be there.
Which means he has to chance another apparition. Fuck.
Gritting his teeth, and focusing as hard as he possibly can on his destination, he turns on the spot and disapparates again. This time, he manages to not splinch himself, and thankfully he arrives near her doorstep. He moves towards it, feeling his knees shaking and threatening to give out. They do, when he reaches the door He falls hard on them with a grunt, dropping his bag next to him. God, this hurts. So fucking much. He can't remember a time he's been so wounded before.
Physically and emotionally.
But he's trying not to focus on the latter. He's fucking drenched in blood by the time he finally reaches up and knocks on the door, accidentally leaving a bloody mark on it. It's kinda hard not to leave blood when he's still bleeding profusely. When she opens the door, she'll definitely be in for a sight. He's covered in blood, pale, and looks absolutely fucking miserable there on his knees. He's shaking and he feels sick to his stomach.
Overall, he's looked better.
