Post by October Cinders on Jul 24, 2008 11:03:36 GMT -5
Octy, you don't think you can fly a broom... do you?
"No, but I think I could fly it better than you."
So sure huh?
The young gryffindor sighed softly to himself, resting his head on his hands as he sat high in the viewing-stands of the Quidditch Stadium. There was nobody around, but as far as he knew, a tall blond male was stood with his back to the railings - responding to his every word.
A year or two ago, he would have thought he was crazy. October was fully aware of the voices in his head, and his weakness to the world. He would prick his finger and feel overwhelmed with pain - convinced that he had been injected with some poison. It wasn't his fault - it was who he was. At the age of eleven, the teen had been diagnosed with various mental favours, including Agoraphobia and emotional scrutiny disorders.
Running a heavily tattooed palm through his ebony locks, Sefá nodded gently, "I'm sure." Tonight for once he was in a rather good mood. Since arriving, and becoming convinced that this school was to be the end of all, his spirits had slowly rose. He'd found his sister again, hadn't he? After five years of thinking she had died because of his own actions, he had reason to be joyous.
Mm, have you ever tried it?
Rolling his eyes, the fifth year dragged himself to his feet, moving to stand besides the man. "Do you ever stop asking questions, Jes?" he asked, a careful smile twisting his pale lips upwards. 'Jes' smirked lightly, placing a hand on October's shoulder and turning him to face the deserted pitch.
I'd be more worried about the vampires this late at night, than whether or not I ask questions young one...
The gryffie laughed lightly, shaking his head - his long fringe falling over his right eye. "I don't know, I think I'd enjoy having a vampire as a friend," he joked quietly, looking up at the elder as he smiled brightly - two fangs now inplace of his usual teeth. "Then again, Jes, you always seem to be who I want you to be..."
I don't -have- to be your friend October, I could be someone you hate.
Scoffing quietly, the teen stared down at the pitch below - loosening his grip on the cold rail, "Prove it, vampy."
Suddenly slipping as he leant forwards, the boy held on tight with both hands as he dangled above the pitch - the height from the stands emense. Panic immediately struck him, his nerves shaking his body as he dared take a glimpse downwards past his unsupported feet. "Jesper, w-why did you p-push me? I-I believe you I d-do!" he pleaded, feeling tears come to eyes as he hung over the land.
You told me to prove myself...
On that note, October was alone. All alone. About to fall to his death if he dared slacken his grip on the cold metal by only a slight amount.
"No, but I think I could fly it better than you."
So sure huh?
The young gryffindor sighed softly to himself, resting his head on his hands as he sat high in the viewing-stands of the Quidditch Stadium. There was nobody around, but as far as he knew, a tall blond male was stood with his back to the railings - responding to his every word.
A year or two ago, he would have thought he was crazy. October was fully aware of the voices in his head, and his weakness to the world. He would prick his finger and feel overwhelmed with pain - convinced that he had been injected with some poison. It wasn't his fault - it was who he was. At the age of eleven, the teen had been diagnosed with various mental favours, including Agoraphobia and emotional scrutiny disorders.
Running a heavily tattooed palm through his ebony locks, Sefá nodded gently, "I'm sure." Tonight for once he was in a rather good mood. Since arriving, and becoming convinced that this school was to be the end of all, his spirits had slowly rose. He'd found his sister again, hadn't he? After five years of thinking she had died because of his own actions, he had reason to be joyous.
Mm, have you ever tried it?
Rolling his eyes, the fifth year dragged himself to his feet, moving to stand besides the man. "Do you ever stop asking questions, Jes?" he asked, a careful smile twisting his pale lips upwards. 'Jes' smirked lightly, placing a hand on October's shoulder and turning him to face the deserted pitch.
I'd be more worried about the vampires this late at night, than whether or not I ask questions young one...
The gryffie laughed lightly, shaking his head - his long fringe falling over his right eye. "I don't know, I think I'd enjoy having a vampire as a friend," he joked quietly, looking up at the elder as he smiled brightly - two fangs now inplace of his usual teeth. "Then again, Jes, you always seem to be who I want you to be..."
I don't -have- to be your friend October, I could be someone you hate.
Scoffing quietly, the teen stared down at the pitch below - loosening his grip on the cold rail, "Prove it, vampy."
Suddenly slipping as he leant forwards, the boy held on tight with both hands as he dangled above the pitch - the height from the stands emense. Panic immediately struck him, his nerves shaking his body as he dared take a glimpse downwards past his unsupported feet. "Jesper, w-why did you p-push me? I-I believe you I d-do!" he pleaded, feeling tears come to eyes as he hung over the land.
You told me to prove myself...
On that note, October was alone. All alone. About to fall to his death if he dared slacken his grip on the cold metal by only a slight amount.