As much as this was starting to look like a soap opera, and though he wanted, if only for a moment, to say 'No, Roan, I don't love Sylph! I love you', Muryllis was still starting to be overcome with rage - well, more annoyance than rage. "Ignorance and contempt are exactly what you show me if you compare me to everyone else - and don't lie, I heard you say that." He wasn't shouting yet; talking loudly, yes, but he was not one to flare up quite so easily. Well, not usually.
"Friends are nice, but not friends who overdramatize and cry and put the blame on you when they feel bad, Roan!" Now he was shouting. "If you need me as much as you say you do, then don't blow things out of proportion. I'm not perfect, and you know that better than I. The world doesn't revolve around you; we all have problems just as you do." The anger reached its peak; he would probably regret saying what he was saying, but at the moment, the adrenaline blasting through his system urged him on. "The question isn't whether or not I will walk through the door; the question is whether or not you will follow me."
"If you feel I'm too much of a problem for you to handle, then feel free to stay here and pretend to think your life over, or whatever you do when you're alone. Otherwise, you know how to find me. I am perfectly capable of waiting; it's you who isn't."
So much hard work was being destroyed in a matter of moments. A friendship that had taken nearly two years to weave itself into a tight pattern was unraveling before Roan’s eyes and she felt there was nothing she could do to stop it. What more could she do? Had they both just changed so much that their lives clashed to the point they couldn’t do this anymore? Everyone grows up, but apparently in growing up Muryllis and Roan had grown apart. The atmosphere in the room had changed considerably since Muryllis had walked in, getting angrier and darker until they were both yelling and finally he made the choice to leave the room, leaving her with one of the toughest decisions that she had to make. Should she follow?
Roan stared emptily at the spot where he had just stood and felt all the strength leave her body, leaving her feeling light headed and limp. There was no more reason to hold back tears, and a knot was so tight in her throat it was hard to breathe. Why? Why did they always leave the choices up to her? Why was she always the person who had to take action, why couldn’t someone else just do it for a change! He had no right to be making her follow him, not after she had been following him through all of his trials. For once couldn’t he gather the spine to follow, not to make her go through rough choices. He seemed to think the world revolved around him for gods sake, and yet here he was criticizing her!
He walked around like he owned the place, treating her like garbage when she tried to help or just pushing her around like some lower level mage. Whenever he had an issue he became an emotional recluse who pushed away everything around him, becoming self centered and determined to be self dependant no matter if there was someone to help him. Roan had followed him even then, she had stood by him even then and he couldn’t do that for her?! Was it even worth following the spineless bastard out that door after all of the pain he had caused her, the way he was acting now, and the way he was making her feel that moment? Just let him go, you two are done. You can’t keep hoping one day he’ll realize how you feel, you can’t keep waiting around for someone who would rather do everything solo.
There was a part of her that needed him though, that just couldn’t let it end this way. He was a constant in her life and she had seen a time when he was a good person who had wanted to help her, and she clung to that part of Muryllis that she hoped was still buried under all of this iciness. Where was the Muryllis who had walked up here this evening, the one who acted like he had a heart and wanted to be her friend? She wanted that person by her, maybe she could get through this with him by her side. Perhaps both of them just had too big of prides to swallow though to ever let them just coexist peacefully.
Go. Don’t Go.
Both thoughts tore through her mind frantically like razor edged wind, and Roan found it too much to handle. Flames flared up in her hands and she clenched her eyes shut to try and hold in her tears as she battled with herself emotionally. Finally she made a choice, if he was going to act like this then she was going to fight back. She was done with him pushing her around so much, he’d have to learn that she wasn’t his plaything or some witless companion.
With legs that shook like jello the Hufflepuff exited the door where Muryllis could, her face tear stained and pain in her hazel eyes. Thoughtlessly she transferred the fire in both hands to just be in one, balancing a fire ball precariously on one hand as she walked after Muryllis. As soon as he was in sight the girl threw the thing, letting it fly past his head and hit a wall rather than come close enough to hit the ex-Ravenclaw. “What is the matter with you? Have all of your encounters with Syrus turned your heart stone cold?” Roan asked through gritted teeth, ready to yell at him again. “Don’t you dare forget Muryllis who gave you your wand, who swore to stand by you, who wanted nothing but to help you despite what you had done! How can you walk away from me after that, how can you treat me like this after that?! I know you have your own problems because I’ve been there for you for them, you just choose to push me away!”
Roan was yelling, she didn’t care. If he wouldn’t realize this then what the hell was she supposed to do? He was the last hope she had here, and she already felt he was so far gone at least she could get out these emotions. “I just asked for your help…I don’t know what to do. But if helping out a friend who has gone through trouble to help you is too much effort for you, too much of a hassle to fit into your busy schedule…then its just not worth it. You may not be a Hufflepuff, but I would hope that there was some loyalty in that heart of yours. That’s apparently too much to ask of you though, apparently I was never a friend to you. Just some lackey or someone expendable. Was everything you said when you first came up here tonight a lie?”
The girl was winding down in tone but she was no less emotional. Roan could barely see for the tears clouding her vision, and her heart was pounding so hard it hurt and she could hear it in her ears. She didn’t want it to end like this, but there was nothing else she could do.
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
Muryllis did not flinch when the ball of fire flew past, missing by feet. It now lay smoldering on the floor, dissipating as its base fizzled out of existence. He did not turn around as Roan shouted at him, saying every true and untrue thing there was to say. Waiting for the tirade to end, he merely stood still, fingering his ring as its creator was mentioned. Eventually, all was quiet; he could only hear Roan's breathing at this point.
He turned around, slipping the ring back on.
Muryllis knew very well that the Roan's power now lay only in elementalism and her lycan abilities. To him, she was unarmed - a sitting pup in this situation. "Your talk too much, Hufflepuff." He began to approach, stroking the ring with its same hand's thumb as he locked his eyes on her. His expression was cold, perhaps determined - but with only the slightest, smallest hint of wavering.
Soon enough, he stood such that Roan was between himself and the cold stone of the wall. The contents of his thoughts were agonizing, challenging him to do the worst and the best, tearing him to shreds from the inside. What was he doing? Why did he suddenly have his wand hand pointed at her, allowing the polished metal ring to sparkle in the hall's gloom? Now, he was only feet away from her, and the hand dipped down. As conscious thought flew out the window, Muryllis could still comprehend his actions - he was locking the girl in place with a modified Petrificus Totalus, immobilizing only her legs. Why? Wouldn't he want her to run from him if he was giving in to this state of mind?
What exactly was he giving in to? Murderous desire or... temptation? The idea of resisting this state had only just dawned on him, but it was too late - whatever he, controlled by the subconscious, was about to do, he would do it. He inched forward, bringing to ringed hand to Roan's face, brushing aside a hair.
He kissed her.
It was now, when the intent of his subconscious became clear to him, that he snapped back into control; but he didn't pull away. Not for an eternal moment, at least - then he stepped back, a look of shock and confusion on his face. Wheeling around, Muryllis ran off, his footfalls muffled by permanent charms; he left her there, the partial Petrificus wearing off soon after.
Those silent moments with them both standing in the hall were very tense. Either one would back down or both would, or there was about to be a very big fight at the Tower. Roan didn’t care though, she wanted her answers and she wanted relief from the claw that was gripping at her heart and making the tears flow from her eyes. When he turned around and she caught a glimpse of his eyes she took a step back. Roan had seen a look quite like that one before: on the day the Shadows attacked the school. On the day he had tried to kill her and had almost succeeded. Was he about to finish the job?
Her eyes flashed as she saw him toy with his ring, the ring that she knew could become wand or sword or whatever Muryllis chose to be his medium. But even though she knew she was a sitting duck against Muryllis in a fight like this the lycan didn’t try to run or grab the ring from him. If this had sunk so low that he would attack her then what was the point of even trying to survive? As he walked closer she just squared her chin and let a low growl emanate from her throat, but she didn’t run. Running was for cowards and Roan hadn’t been a coward since that day at the library. No matter what was coming towards her, no matter what challenged her, and no matter what the possible outcome was she always stood her ground. And now was no different, be it a battlefield of magic or a battlefield of the heart. If he chose to cross that line then so be it.
The girl flinched slightly when the spell was cast on her, feeling her heart accelerate beyond measure in her chest. Fire danced in her eyes and she barely noticed that her tears had stopped coming. All she did was focus her gaze on his and grit her teeth to keep from talking. When he was close enough to touch her and she felt his hand brushing her skin her eyes closed and she waited for a spell or a hit or him to yell at her. Anything that would break this silence and tension.
What she hadn’t expected was to feel his lips press against hers. Her eyes opened just to check that it was really happening and sure enough there he was. In a strange way they had come full circle, the past was repeating itself with them. Almost a year and a half ago they had fought in the Dungeons and she had kissed him to try and snap him back to reality. Now he was the one to make the move, for whatever reason. Her mind was racing and she couldn’t comprehend what she was thinking at all.
And then just as fast as it had happened it was done and Muryllis was running away, again. She was just as shocked as he was with the change in the mood and had no idea on what to do. He had spelled her in place, how was she to run after him, to ask him why he did that…and if he meant it. But as his scent faded and even her ears couldn’t hear him because of the muffling she felt the spell fade so she could move. Not a single muscle waited for a command from the mind for Roan was driven by far more right now than silly thoughts and rational action. As soon as the spell weakened she felt that familiar notion grip at her and pull her under into a form she rarely took these days. The moment called for it though, Muryllis could run fast and hide his noise from human ears but he couldn’t outrun a lycan and she could follow him with much more than just sound. Who cared that she was transforming in plain sight, this had to be dealt with.
So with her heart trying to escape from her chest by way of her rib cage, Roan let herself sink into her wolf form. It was like putting on clothing that didn’t quite fit right; you felt awkward putting it on but once it was on everything was fine. Her eyes turned from the burned hazel color to the rich gold, spur sprouting in place of her skin and skeletal structure re-arranging itself with speed she had never even known it to. It took no more than rushed mere moments of awkwardness before the world surrendered its color to a world of bright sound and smell. Her paws were cold on the floor and ears were flat as she sniffed the air and took off at a run in Muryllis’s direction.
They weren’t done tonight. He couldn’t just run like this.
And he couldn’t, not with her speed and tracking ability. Roan kept herself low and ran with the speed that came with her form. It felt strange seeing the school from this level and this color but her mind barely had the time to register that as it was on a one track function. It was a hunt right now, but a small one because there were only so many places Muryllis could run and she wanted to catch him before he got into the main part of the school. So her paws hit the ground with a desperate need as his unique scent and muffled steps grew in her ears and nose to the point she knew she was close. Muryllis stop! She yelled, trying to use one of the parts of being a lycan she had yet to master, trying to get him to understand her.
It didn’t take that long at all before the black robed boy was in sight and she picked up her pace long enough to run in front of him and cut him off. It must of looked odd with the female wolf standing at a guard position in front of him, golden eyes looking as if they were trying to cut a hole through him. Her brown-grey fur stood out very well against the stone of the castle, and her tail was up straight and still with no signs of a playful or threatening movement. Roan wasn’t trying to threaten him at all, she didn’t want a fight. In fact, she wanted something far opposite than that. They had to solve this, they couldn’t keep going back and forth between hate and caring. Tonight they needed to see where they stood.
The lycan was barely winded but she stood there unchanging, waiting for him. Don’t run from me Muryllis, please. She tried to communicate with him in his mind as a lycan should be able to. It may not be very strong for her, but she had to try. So now they stood at an impasse, and Roan was waiting for him to make a move.
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
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Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
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