Dom had met Lucre only a few moment ago, only learned his name a second ago, and could see the Slytherin was in bad shape. But, he liked Lucre, in a friendly way, and felt that he should spend some time helping someone in a horrible position for once, in stead of lolling in his own depressing state. And, to help Lucre, Dom would take him to the freshest air he knew of: The top of the Astronomy tower.
Still leading Lucre along, Dom could sense (perhaps even hear, with the slightly telepathic abilities he had developed as a lycan) that Lucre was wondering why Dom would even help him in this state. Well, Dom wondered that too, but he just assumed he would do one nice thing before he moved on from living. He was already dead, so, he only needed to move on now.
They reached the Astronomy Tower quickly and mostly silently, but when they reached the steps leading up the newly erected tower, Dom turned to Lucre and gave him a smile.
"Ta duh! Fresh air! Well, not yet, of course, but we'll work on it."
Dom led Lucre up the first few steps, wrapping his arm around the blonde's shoulders and holding him comfortably, not awkwardly, close up the narrow steps. He could see out the windows that it was a nice day out, and he enjoyed the idea of it being his last.
And, his mind turned to terminal velocity and meters per square second and what it would feel like to be able to fly without flying.
Post by Thomas Lucre on Apr 27, 2008 21:58:34 GMT -5
All things considered, Lucre did not like climbing the tower that often. In fact, he most often came here on broomstick if he truly felt the need to get his star-gaze on. If one had fallen from the top tower (this busy youth has been before by a certain obliviated enchanting redhead) then one actually could achieve a terminal velocity before hitting the ground. That meant this tower was very tall. Yes, a tall climb was exactly what a person in the poor disposition as Lucre wanted to do at the moment.
This Dom was a strange one, alright. No broom, no school robes (either in the case of student or alumni), he just seemed to be wondering about the grounds, maybe as a visitor. Though he was dressed so casually, it was as if he'd been here a while. Such a wonder indeed, that Lucre had never met such a......friendly individual till now. He felt oddly safe though, as if this boy was just there to look out for his well-being as he ushered him up the stairs of the tower. Such a shame though, that the freaking hospital wing was in the exact opposite direction.
Well, he didn't see much reason to raise a rebuttal. He wasn't much in the mood to struggle against anything at the moment; if anything outlandish or unwelcomed happened, he could always just turn to a cat to make a quick escape. Plus, this guy seemed to be a walking pharmacy, and if the pain in his arm became too great to ignore, he might partake of the proffered liquid flask from earlier, despite having never before made improper use of anything synthesized by the school. The air was rather warm as a hint of a summer breeze blew by from the direction of the sunset. His new friend also smiled warmly. Lucre slggishly tried to reciprocate.
They came out to a balcony, and Lucre rested himself against the railing. He sighed.
"So why are you being so nice to me?" he asked, not really looking at the dark-haired lycan boy.
"For that matter, why've we never seen each other?" he leaned his back against the railing to look in the kid's strange eyes. "If we wanted to get some fresh air, a walk to the lake would have done fine. Is there something special to be seen up here, or what?"
"So why are you being so nice to me? For that matter, why've we never seen each other? If we wanted to get some fresh air, a walk to the lake would have done fine. Is there something special to be seen up here, or what?"
Of course the tower was special to Dom! On a daily basis Dom would stand on the rails and look towards the ground with a longing and also a fear, wanting so much to just feel the free-fall of death, but being afraid of what would come after. And the weather was so nice, too. It would be a beautiful day to finish the job the ministry, his grandfather and the War started. He would officially die to himself.
"Well," Dom started to answer the blonde, still smiling, "I'm being nice because I should be nice. I've been in situations like yours, crying and broken, needing someone kind to just take me some place comfortable and safe."
The thoughts of his night with Orca after the incident with Sparky nearly two years ago entered his mind again.
"And, we've never met because we just haven't. You could go to the same place every day, follow the same routine, and never ever run into someone else who did the same exact thing, but thirty minutes behind you. I guess today was just a lucky day, right?"
Of course, this was almost the case. Dom took the same route around the school everyday, avoiding students and professors. Lunch time was his time to stroll past the library, since it was usually mostly empty. It just so happened that today was Lucre's day to be in the library during lunch. After a short pause, where Dom leaned against the rail next to Lucre, looking out to the lake and grounds, Dom answered his last question.
"The lake is boring. The grounds are safe. You know, up here, so far above the world, you can reach Terminal Velocity."
Dom jumped up and stood on the railing, smiling down at Lucre.
"If you fall, you'll keep falling until you reach a point where you'll stop gaining speed and won't lose any speed until you hit the ground. You'll be flying, really."
Post by Thomas Lucre on Apr 28, 2008 9:50:28 GMT -5
With Lucre's back to the rail, he nodded distantly at the other guy's words. Lucre was pretty much a cherry when it came to breakdowns, if a stranger like Dom could relate so easily to it and offer a shoulder to quite literally, as well as figuratively, lean on. He didn't offer much of an answer beyond that, it seemed. Hum, so this supposedly shot down any chance of Dom being involved with him in any way during the lapse of Lucre's short-term memory. He supposed that made sense once in a while, strangers helping other strangers in need.
Wild coincidences such as this though, were truly something special indeed. Lucre had half the mind to look into adopting an animal familiar, mayhaps a cat, just to find out what kind of people frequented the grounds of this school everyday. This boy (Lucre couldn't help but wonder if he was exactly human, given the almost child-like care-free nature of his attitude and how exempt he seemed to be from a student's normal schedule.) was an interesting individual, and he couldn't help but wonder if there were more people like him out there.
Then, with a strangely uncharacteristic smile to go with such unnerving words, Dom perched himself onto the railing, only to let himself tumble to his doom. Okay, what the bloody hell was this? Bring a guy to admire the view of the grounds as well as watch Dom kill himself? Little joke on Lucre? The blonde was sure some celestial force out there was laughing, but Lucre sure as hell was not. The worst part was, the unnatural twist to this situation. Lucre was hanging out with a new pal. Great. Suddenly, new pal hurls himself off a balcony. Gay. Why couldn't Lucre just be given some gorgeous dame to dive down for and rescue, and thoroughly enjoy her gratitude for the rest of the evening? That would at least grant a memorable and worthwhile end to an otherwise craptastic day to end all horrible days. No, Lucre was stuck diving down after a guy. Yeah, someone up there must have been laughing. And he was going to pay them all a visit someday to thank them personally for all the sick little jokes as these.
Bending his knees a bit, Lucre bounded backwards, floating up above the railing after his new friend. He slid his hand along the railing to help twist himself around a little easier, now directly facing his estranged friend Dom. Lucre's blonde, feathery hair floated hard against the wind, his expression now quite livid. He was not sure what kind of backwards logic this lycan boy worked by, but he was pretty sure that this was not what one did when they took a friend to recuperate somewhere. Dipping himself vertically, Lucre made a nose-dive to make his approach to the lycan lad more expediently. Closer, closer, his friend's body came within his reach. Lucre grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. His black eyes danced with anger. He could strike that boy. Instead, he casted a slow-fall charm on the two of them.
"Dunno what kind of backwoods logic you're working off of there, but usually people wait to kill themselves on their -own- time, rather than traumatizing someone with the event. Once we reach the ground, you can climb back up and fall back down ten more times for all I care, but I won't be here." Lucre's rant was brief, to the point, now that the wind wasn't interfering with dialogue so much. Huh, it would take another minute or two before they reached the ground at this rate. Maybe he should have waited a couple of moments more before acting.
Falling, falling, coming ever so close to that weightlessness, the terminal velocity which would be his final descent in this rapidly descending lack of life he had.
Then he was floating ever so slowly, light and soft.
Lucre, the boy he had just met less than an hour ago, had jumped off of the tower and saved his life, leaving the two floating above the grounds, suspended on wings of magic. Dom started to cry almost immediately, not at his failed attempt, but at the fact that he attempted to kill himself when there was someone out there who would do something so genuinely kind and loving, and someone he had just met. Dom didn't even hear Lucre talking to him, all he could do was think about the situation.
"I'm so so so very sorry," Dom said, his voice a little shaky, "I didn't intend to do it just because you were with me. I wanted to finally go out on a good note, you know? I wanted to finally end this wretched, silly cycle. I didn't even know why I was still going."
He wiped some tears off of his cheeks and looked up, all the way up, to the top of the tower again. It was moving away pretty slowly. Turning his body in the air, a very difficult feat for someone not a lycan, he faced Lucre and pulled the blonde into a deep hug.
"Thank you, though. You could have let me die. Just a big, last smoosh at the bottom of the tower and I would be done. But, you stopped me. Thank you so much."
Dom cried onto Lucre's shoulder, smelling the boy. He could definitely tell there was some Teagan on him, but he wouldn't bring that up.
"It's just been kind of crazy for me lately. It's kind of hard being me, you know?"
He laughed a little and kissed Lucre on the cheek, followed by another whispered 'thank you', tears still on his cheeks, his arms still around Lucre.
Post by Thomas Lucre on Apr 28, 2008 19:13:15 GMT -5
Lucre's arms were cramped in the boy's almost vice-like embrace. It was a strange sensation, sliding ambiently through the air like leaves floating in a gentle breeze. Dom held Lucre to him, almost instantly breaking into tears as his emotions and thoughts both came to a hard-earned verbal conveyance. Though it was plain to see the boy was troubled just by looking at him, it was hard to imagine his relaxed and easy-going demeanor dissolving into a shaking fit of sobs. Well, the eyes were like dams to the tears our hearts held; Dom's walls had at last worn thin.
Lucre's hardened stare had softened, at last witnessing the tip of the iceberg that embodied Dom's sad story. It must have been horrible, for him to want to kill himself. Naturally every human in this world had their own crosses to bear, but sometimes the weight of this world was too much for people to bear. And yet, strangely, Lucre could not bear to see Dom die.
Leaning up against the peck to his cheek, Lucre's eyes melded shut for a moment, before reopening and casting a blanker stare into the lycan boy's sleepy and tear-marred eyes. His hand reached up to caress the boy's cheek, pushing a few bangs behind the boy's ears. He returned the kiss to the other guy's cheek, to make sure he had Dom's attention.
"Next time, how about just talking to someone about it instead of doing something so morbid and hurtful? I was right there, and it letting you cry on my shoulder a bit would have taken my mind off of matters. That was kind of the purpose of this little tower-climb, right?"
As they neared the ground, the heat between their two forms grew substantially. Lucre pulled the other boy's waist firmly to his, his hand gripping the small of Dom's back. His other hand, previously cradling Dom's chin, slid down to slash open a couple of buttons to Dom's shirt. His black stare was ever constant, almost unblinking, as he encroached on his new 'friend'.
"I don't think I ever would have slept again if I saw you do something like that." his whisper was faintly laced with longing as he tilted his head, dragging Dom by the collar closer and closer.....
(psyche. >.>)
~//~
Lucre found that the guy had a surprisingly strong bearhug, despite his haggard look about him. It was clear that Dom was much more of a wreck than he let on up until about 20 seconds ago, but Lucre still couldn't believe how sad he truly seemed to be. Watching someone just burst apart like that, it made the Slytherin feel like he didn't really have it all that bad. After all, if his sorrow didn't even have a face or a known meaning behind it, then it was nothing to really get himself down about. After all, Lucre was still rather attached to -his- own life, and was far from feeling emo enough to just throw it away.
Deciding not to struggle, he let the guy hold him around his neck. Lucre's throat grew wet with the boy's tears, and he slowly, slowly raised his arm up around the guy's back, the arm that wasn't burned. Dom kissed his cheek, and thanked him once more for saving him. Well, he wasn't completely grossed out by a guy kissing him or anything like that, but he certainly was glad that kiss hadn't found his own lips. That would have been......shocking? He certainly wouldn't want to be shocked out of using this charm. He leaned his head on the guy's shoulder, distantly whispering.
"I still think it would have been better if you'd talked to me about your problems first. I mean, if you were planning on killing yourself anyway, what's there to lose if you have one more person trying to stop you?"
Floating ever so slowly to the ground, Dom didn't really want to let go of Lucre. Not for any romantic reason, or any comfort reason, but because Dom was always scared to hell by heights and barely mustered the courage to jump. Now that he wasn't dying and he wasn't sobbing like a little pansy, he had time to fear for his life like a little pansy. Kind of odd, eh? But, Dom wouldn't let it show, especially not while with someone else, and especially not with Lucre.
Of course, the vice grip of a hug may have been a sign.
"I didn't want to... be a downer, I guess. As silly as that sounds, I just wanted to be able to stop this on a good note, helping someone and being a bit happy. So many people die sad. I didn't want to."
He sighed and snuggled up closer to Lucre. Looking at it now, that burnt arm looked pretty bad to Dom. He thought maybe the next stop should be the hospital wing. But, he couldn't go back there, not now. Giada, a nurse who he had came to think of as a mother to him, had died recently but left no remains, a very odd occurrence. That and Ras wouldn't be there, and the son, Novus, would be off somewhere. Dom just didn't want to go into that place.
"We should take care of that arm of yours. I have some pain potions in my bag, and I'm sure there are some healing drafts in my room, which would help with the burn. My room is in the East Tower, but that's still closer than the Hospital Wing, right?"
Dom smiled and looked into the other boy's eyes, happy to maybe have some company. Maybe his returning fear of heights was a return to how he used to be: actually wanting life.
"Not to mention I have chess. I like chess. We can play a game."
Post by Thomas Lucre on May 1, 2008 19:56:58 GMT -5
Touching down to the ground, Lucre's cinder-hued gaze trailed lamentingly upon his burnt and battered arm. A few of the blisters were painful to even look at, and he was amazed he wasn't curled up on the balcony shivering from fever symptoms and other things that came with the neighborhood of a maiming such as this. But then, he supposed a part of him really was concerned for this caring stranger, even if they had only met a short while ago. His adrenals were still keeping him a bit on edge, and he relaxed his grip on the boy's collar. A bit of a preener, Lucre examined the spot his fingers had wrinkled, and he straightened them out a bit as much as his pained arm would allow him to.
Lucre's feet landed softly on the ground. He stepped away and to the side of Dom.
Hrm, chess he said? In the East Tower? Well, as long as Dom didn't expect him to dive after him again, he was just fine with the idea. Especially with the concept of tending to his arm before it needed amputation. That'd be revolting.
"I haven't played chess in a while, so go easy on me." Lucre said, sulkingly pushing his wand back into the sleeve that was still intact. He then turned to the boy before him again. Even though he was a bit of a sore loser with that game, he felt like there might be more interesting things to talk about or do than just play a board game. The top of which, of course, was getting his arm healed. If Dom had not mentioned having medical supplies on hand, he would have gently declined Dom's offer to hang out and made his way to the hospital wing. It was a little peculiar, but Lucre's curiosity far outweighed his sense of caution. It was probably the main reason he found his way in the arms of so many girls in his lifetime.
"Dom, what the hell is your last moments going to matter to you after you've died? Whether you're on top of the world or rolling around in the gutter, death still feels the same to all of us after its all said and done. Your concerns in your final moments shouldn't be about whether you've been happy for the past 5 minutes straight, it should be on whether you've done everything you've wanted to in your life."
Lucre's words sounded a bit harsh, but they were also spoken out of concern for Dom. The guy looked to be the same age as the blonde, and a more than reasonably attractive one to boot. He couldn't understand how someone so young would want to just throw it all away before giving the world a real chance. His free hand drifted to the injured arm, holding it gingerly above the elbow.
"I know that I at least have the means to make myself happy, even if the world around me refuses to help me in that department. I know the world is not limited to everything I see in my range, so, if my surroundings truly are inspiring such nasty thoughts as ending it all, I find that changing my surroundings can have a great impact. You seen a lot of the world, Dom?"
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