Post by Zephyrus on Apr 7, 2011 17:30:10 GMT -5
Zephyrus yawned, yet again coming up with some sort of excuse for not doing his Divination homework.
Up late - He used that one a few times; no desirable result.
Went into the woods and was attacked by a group of raging bum chums - Too ridiculous.
Gang-raped by some guy and bag was stolen - Zephyrus shuddered. Just no. He wanted any and every form of his virginity to be untainted. Even if it was untrue.
The dirtbags burned it - more plausible, but for them, Zeph wanted revenge.
Gays are different from everyone else - not funny, and plus, Septimicus was being a dick when he said that.
...and then the memory of Sept crept in to Zephyrus' mind and he subconsciously rubbed his hand on his neck and collarbone, feeling the scars that laid there, very visible because of his near half unbuttoned shirt. Once again, he hadn't bothered to take out his earrings, being too lazy and overtired to do so that morning.
"Damn bastard..." Zephyrus growled under his breath, feeling the bumps in his flesh where the vampire fang scars laid, and will probably lay there forever.
He thought of how much fun he and that damn jerk Slytherin had for the three years they had known each other. And then he remembered the pain.
At first, holy shit it hurt. He knew it would, but goddammit did it hurt like a bitch fir the first few. Then the pain had faded into that of a pinch because he had grown so numb.
For a fucking week, over and over, his life consisted of getting his blood sucked. But he couldn't do anything; Sept had taken his wand. Fucking bastard SOB.
Zephyrus closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Calm down. Calm down. It was a mantra in his head as he slowly loosened his body.
Calm down...
It was working, at least.
Calm...down...
"FUCK THIS!" he yelled, tossing his hands up in the air, flipping the table. He felt tears sting in the back of his eyes as he stood, his head down, the table flipped, and papers scattered everywhere.
Damn him. Fucking Septimicus.
He knelt down and pulled the table back into position, and snatched all of his things and placed them on it, just as some girl came running in.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah...it's fine." he replied, smiling softly at her.
"Remember, it's a library. You gotta keep quiet."
"Yeah, sure...whatever." He waved her off, and returned to staring at the table as she hurried away.
He didn't want to cry. Not now. Not over something as stupidly frustrating as this. He swore loudly under his breath, cursing Septimicus for being a heartless bastard.
Up late - He used that one a few times; no desirable result.
Went into the woods and was attacked by a group of raging bum chums - Too ridiculous.
Gang-raped by some guy and bag was stolen - Zephyrus shuddered. Just no. He wanted any and every form of his virginity to be untainted. Even if it was untrue.
The dirtbags burned it - more plausible, but for them, Zeph wanted revenge.
Gays are different from everyone else - not funny, and plus, Septimicus was being a dick when he said that.
...and then the memory of Sept crept in to Zephyrus' mind and he subconsciously rubbed his hand on his neck and collarbone, feeling the scars that laid there, very visible because of his near half unbuttoned shirt. Once again, he hadn't bothered to take out his earrings, being too lazy and overtired to do so that morning.
"Damn bastard..." Zephyrus growled under his breath, feeling the bumps in his flesh where the vampire fang scars laid, and will probably lay there forever.
He thought of how much fun he and that damn jerk Slytherin had for the three years they had known each other. And then he remembered the pain.
At first, holy shit it hurt. He knew it would, but goddammit did it hurt like a bitch fir the first few. Then the pain had faded into that of a pinch because he had grown so numb.
For a fucking week, over and over, his life consisted of getting his blood sucked. But he couldn't do anything; Sept had taken his wand. Fucking bastard SOB.
Zephyrus closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Calm down. Calm down. It was a mantra in his head as he slowly loosened his body.
Calm down...
It was working, at least.
Calm...down...
"FUCK THIS!" he yelled, tossing his hands up in the air, flipping the table. He felt tears sting in the back of his eyes as he stood, his head down, the table flipped, and papers scattered everywhere.
Damn him. Fucking Septimicus.
He knelt down and pulled the table back into position, and snatched all of his things and placed them on it, just as some girl came running in.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah...it's fine." he replied, smiling softly at her.
"Remember, it's a library. You gotta keep quiet."
"Yeah, sure...whatever." He waved her off, and returned to staring at the table as she hurried away.
He didn't want to cry. Not now. Not over something as stupidly frustrating as this. He swore loudly under his breath, cursing Septimicus for being a heartless bastard.