Draven had wrapped his legs around Zeph's waist the best he could. Zeph soon realized that the boy was shivering, and his lips were becoming a blue tint. It was then he decided to get out of the water, seeing as though he too was starting to shiver.
He smiled softly at the boy and kissed his cheek. Zeph began to walk out towards the shore. As the water came up to his mid-thighs, he heard a voice.
"God, you guys are so gay. Get a fucking room, you faggots!" Zeph looked over and saw some Slytherin girl with rainbow hair. Quite suddenly, he glared at her.
"Get a room, huh? Then pull one out of your fat ass, you useless woman." He deadpanned, pulling Draven closer to his chest.
He'd never been good with girls. He'd never really had any sort of affinity or liking for them. Sure, he loved his mom, but he didn't do so well around women in general. He said the wrong things, did the wrong things, didn't like most of them them and some normally didn't like him. That was the closest thing to a relationship he'd ever had with one of their kind.
The ones he bothered to talk to usually cried over stupid things. Pointless, trivial, useless things.
And they had no clue how to shut up, either.
This one, this Slytherin...
He knew he didn't like her one bit. He knew he probabaly wouldn't. And he had a perfectly just reason:
She had called Draven. His boyfriend. His love. A faggot.
And that was something he wouldn't bend over and take.
Relief. That was the only word capable of describing what Draven felt as Zeph began to carry him out of the water. He was going back to dry land. No more being wet. He could get out of these sopping clothes and slip into his robe. Oh how glad he was to have taken it off before, else he'd have to sit in his wet clothes for who knows how long while he waited for them to dry. Had his subconscious known that Zeph was going to shove him into the water and proceed to nearly drown him? Draven was beginning to think so.
"God, you guys are so gay. Get a fucking room, you faggots!"
Huh what? Where did she come from? Draven looked in the direction of the voice and spotted a girl with the most colorful hair he'd ever seen. In fact, it was so outrageous that he was certain he was hallucinating. That was a symptom of hypothermia after all, and Draven was pretty sure he had at least a mild case. He blinked several times to see if that made the colors go away.
...Nope.
"Get a room, huh? Then pull one out of your fat ass, you useless woman."
Oh great, now Zeph was getting angry. And pulling Draven closer. He wanted to get to the shore, dammit! He squirmed in Zeph's arms and stared desperately at the shore. Nonverbal message: keep moving or I'm wriggling free and taking myself to dry land. Bad idea, considering how much the kid was shaking. He'd probably just lose balance and faceplant in the water. "Z-z-z-z-e-ph-ph-ph, p-p-p-p-p-please..." He pointed a shaky finger towards dry land. "k-k-k-k-k-k-eep g-g-g-g-g-going."
Forget about the girl. Focus on your freezing boyfriend.
Last Edit: May 4, 2011 17:28:14 GMT -5 by ~Draven~
Post by Layne F. Larkin on May 4, 2011 18:31:34 GMT -5
"Get a room, huh? Then pull one out of your fat ass, you useless woman."
Shit, what was this guy's problem? He needed to stop talking out of his ass and help the goddamn kid. "Hey, asshole, why don't you wait to duel me until you get the kid dry? Unless of course you want him to fucking freeze to death." Then something hit her, and miraculously, it wasn't this guy's fist. "Oh my GAWD! You are gay! I was just talking shit, but you really are, aren't you? Fuck, that's hilarious. Seriously, though, the kid? He's just a baby. Like, you're fucking bordering on pedophilia with him."
Still, he'd called her useless, and that wouldn't stand. Layne Larkin didn't take anyone's shit, especially not some pedo deviant shithead who liked to fuck little boys. "Watch how fucking useless I can be, ass-tard," She said, smugly, pulling out her wand. She was still a little drunk, but the anger was louder, as it always was. "Mobilicorpus," she cast, levitating the kid to shore, although the ride was, perhaps a little bumpy. Once he was ashore, she cast an exaresco to dry him off, although, again, it didn't quite work right, leaving his clothes still a little damp.
"See, even if I am ducking frun--I mean, fucking drunk, I'm still better than you, or any other guy for that matter! Who the hell needs Prince Fucking Charming anyway?" Layne felt that she was on a roll, and kept on going. "All you guys are the same, it's always the same lame-ass shit. You're either gay-ass pedos, or, or, you want to fuck around with the bitches that don't want you. Forget the ones that actually like you." She shifted her gaze to Draven. "Not you though, right kid? You'll be okay, as long as you don't let that asshole control you."
Zeph didn't give two fucks about what that girl had said. She'd used a spell to move Draven onto land, and another one to dry him, which didn't seem to work as well as planned. He walked up beside his boyfriend and glared at her while running his fingers through Draven's slightly-damp hair.
"See, even if I am ducking frun--I mean, fucking drunk, I'm still better than you, or any other guy for that matter! Who the hell needs Prince Fucking Charming anyway? All you guys are the same, it's always the same lame-ass shit. You're either gay-ass pedos, or, or, you want to fuck around with the bitches that don't want you. Forget the ones that actually like you. Not you though, right kid? You'll be okay, as long as you don't let that asshole control you."
She'd done it now. Accusing Zeph of not caring. Accused him of not loving Draven. Accused him of trying to control his boyfriend.
That fucking bitch. He moved in front of Draven, fuming. Oh how he wanted to beat that smirk off her face.
Zeph was seriously contemplating shaving every last rainbow strand of hair off of her fucking head. He didn't give a fuck how much trouble he'd get in.
She deserved it.
He took out his wand and pointed it at her with every intention of using it.
"Hey, asshole, why don't you wait to duel me until you get the kid dry? Unless of course you want him to fucking freeze to death... Oh my GAWD! You are gay! I was just talking shit, but you really are, aren't you? Fuck, that's hilarious. Seriously, though, the kid? He's just a baby. Like, you're fucking bordering on pedophilia with him."
Somehow through the violent shivering Draven was able to work his mouth into a deep frown. Just a BABY? He wasn't a baby at all! He was eleven! A very intelligent and mature eleven! Before he could get his protest out, though, he was floating towards land. He stared nonplussed at Zeph as he bounced through the air, realizing that Zeph wasn't the one doing the magic. He looked at The rainbow-haired girl then, about to say something about being able to walk just fine when he was suddenly set down and dried off with some other spell. Well, sort of dried off. He was still a bit damp, and thus a bit cold, but he was already starting to look better color-wise. He looked at Zeph as he felt his hand running through those damp black locks, unsure what he should say right at the moment.
"See, even if I am ducking frun--I mean, fucking drunk, I'm still better than you, or any other guy for that matter! Who the hell needs Prince Fucking Charming anyway? All you guys are the same, it's always the same lame-ass shit. You're either gay-ass pedos, or, or, you want to fuck around with the bitches that don't want you. Forget the ones that actually like you. Not you though, right kid? You'll be okay, as long as you don't let that asshole control you."
Okay, that was a bit uncalled for. Zeph wasn't controlling him at all! Alright, so maybe he'd used his superior strength to drag Draven out into the water, but that was the only thing Zeph had done against Draven's will. The fact of the matter was that Draven made the majority of his own choices. He really wanted to yell at her for calling Zeph an asshole, but he restrained himself. More anger would not help the issue. When he spoke, it was with a tone of strained friendliness. "I appreciate your concern, Miss, but--"
Zeph stepped in front of him before he could finish.
Then he pulled out his wand.
Ohhhhhhh god. Oh god oh god oh god.
Draven darted between the boyfriend and the drunk, arms spread out and a desperate expression on his face. "Please, both of you, there's no need to get into a fight." He looked at Zeph. "Zephyrus, she said herself that she's drunk. She isn't thinking straight. You can't hold her accountable for what she's saying." He looked at Layne. "Miss, I assure you, Zeph is a good person. He lets me make my own decisions, honest. He's also very talented with that wand of his so it might be a good idea to make an attempt at holding your tongue." Weak smile. "I know that's a lot to ask of a drunk, but I'd be glad to provide a Langlock jinx if that's what it takes to keep you quiet. I don't want to see you hurt." It wasn't meant as a threat. It was a genuine offering of a favor. Magically shut her up so Zeph doesn't go apeshit on her.
Please dear God provide a miracle and make these teenagers listen to an eleven-year old.
Last Edit: May 4, 2011 20:10:15 GMT -5 by ~Draven~
Post by Layne F. Larkin on May 4, 2011 20:48:30 GMT -5
What was this? An angry boy threatening her with a wand? Perfect. It had been her goal all along to piss this asshole off enough so that he'd reach for his wand first. She would show him. She would show everyone.
No one makes a fool out of Layne Fucking Larkin.
Not him. Not Bird Boy. Not Hero.
No. No no no no no. This had nothing to do with that shithead, this was about this shithead, standing right in front of her.
Wasn't it?
Before she could figure this out, the kid was standing between her and the asshole.
"Please, both of you, there's no need to get into a fight. Zephyrus, she said herself that she's drunk. She isn't thinking straight. You can't hold her accountable for what she's saying. Miss, I assure you, Zeph is a good person. He lets me make my own decisions, honest. He's also very talented with that wand of his so it might be a good idea to make an attempt at holding your tongue. I know that's a lot to ask of a drunk, but I'd be glad to provide a Langlock jinx if that's what it takes to keep you quiet. I don't want to see you hurt."
Layne smiled as kindly at the kid as she could manage. Had she ever been so cute at that age? She doubted it. She'd been smoking by then, although she gave it up later. Cigarettes were deemed 'too muggle' by her group of friends back at Salem.
"Hold it right there, kiddo. I gotta correct a few things. First, my name ain't 'Miss'. I'm Layne Fucking Larkin. Second, when I'm not drunk off my ass, I am damn good with my wand too. Third, I am drunk, but I'm sure as shit not a drunk. Big fucking difference. Next, if you langlock me, I'll have to get even, and I don't want that drama, because you seem sweet. And lastly, if he tries anything, it's not me who'll get hurt."
Suddenly, Layne didn't feel so good. Just in time, she turned away from the pair and vomited.
And then something worse happened.
Layne Fucking Larkin was suddenly crying. In public.
Draven had stepped in between them. "Please, both of you, there's no need to get into a fight. Zephyrus, she said herself that she's drunk. She isn't thinking straight. You can't hold her accountable for what she's saying. Miss, I assure you, Zeph is a good person. He lets me make my own decisions, honest. He's also very talented with that wand of his so it might be a good idea to make an attempt at holding your tongue. I know that's a lot to ask of a drunk, but I'd be glad to provide a Langlock jinx if that's what it takes to keep you quiet. I don't want to see you hurt."
Then the rainbow-haired shithead spoke. "Hold it right there, kiddo. I gotta correct a few things. First, my name ain't 'Miss'. I'm Layne Fucking Larkin. Second, when I'm not drunk off my ass, I am damn good with my wand too. Third, I am drunk, but I'm sure as shit not a drunk. Big fucking difference. Next, if you langlock me, I'll have to get even, and I don't want that drama, because you seem sweet. And lastly, if he tries anything, it's not me who'll get hurt."
"Okay then, Layne Fucking Larkin," Zeph sneered. " Let me warn you. If you even so much as touch a hair on his head, I'll shave each and every bit of hair off of your head."
He was being dead serious.
"If a spell you cast strays toward him, then that gives me a perfect reason to kick your ass, girl or not."
He wasn't letting that bitch win because of his boyfriend's pacifism, no matter how much he loved him.
...She turned away and threw up. He stood there, confused and frowning. What?
The girl smiled at him, but it didn't make him feel any better. He could tell it was one of those irritated, resisting-the-urge-to-punch-you-in-the-face smiles. Maybe he was wrong, but he sure felt uneasy about how she was looking at him. Unconsciously, he took a couple steps towards Zeph.
"Hold it right there, kiddo. I gotta correct a few things. First, my name ain't 'Miss'. I'm Layne Fucking Larkin. Second, when I'm not drunk off my ass, I am damn good with my wand too. Third, I am drunk, but I'm sure as shit not a drunk. Big fucking difference. Next, if you langlock me, I'll have to get even, and I don't want that drama, because you seem sweet. And lastly, if he tries anything, it's not me who'll get hurt."
Okay yeah she was scary. Couple more steps toward his boyfriend.
"Okay then, Layne Fucking Larkin. Let me warn you. If you even so much as touch a hair on his head, I'll shave each and every bit of hair off of your head. If a spell you cast strays toward him, then that gives me a perfect reason to kick your ass, girl or not."
...Was he the only sane one here? He turned towards Zeph, completely ready to give him a scolding for perpetuating the conflict, when he was cut off by the sound of retching behind him. The boy whirled around again to see that Layne was now crying. Whether it was because of the vomit or because of the threats, Zeph would still get the blame for it. "Zephyrus please! She's drunk. She probably doesn't mean half of what she says."
And with that, he trotted over to Layne and put his right hand on her back, giving it a few gentle pats while he cleaned up the vomit with a Terego spell. Once the spot in front of her was clean, he stepped in front of her and reached up to wipe her eyes one at a time. "That really is a wretched feeling, isn't it? I had my own bout just a few hours ago and it was so bad that I passed out for a good while." He gently took one of her arms and tugged it ever so slightly. "Come on then, Layne, sit down. You'll feel better." He shot a warning look at Zeph.
Don't you dare try anything when she's this vulnerable.
Last Edit: May 5, 2011 15:43:49 GMT -5 by ~Draven~
Post by Layne F. Larkin on May 7, 2011 13:28:46 GMT -5
She hated to let anyone see her this way, especially not these two. She had been so close to being her old self again. And now this. Shit, if this was how it was going to be, she'd never take another fucking drink again.
"Fucking Gryffindorks are ruining my fucking life," she muttered to herself, trying to stop herself from crying.
She let the kid pull her into a sitting position. "Why did I drink so fucking much?" she wailed. "What the hell was I thinking?" She pulled her two-thirds empty bottle out of her jacket and stared at it. "This goddamn shit is supposed to make you feel better, but I only feel worse, which I didn't think was fucking possible. Kid, here, you can have this shit. Must be a defective fucking bottle."
"Why did I drink so fucking much? What the hell was I thinking?"
Draven smiled nervously, raising his eyebrows as he saw just how little was left of...whatever was in that bottle. Something alcoholic, naturally, but it didn't look like anything he'd seen before. He shot a puzzled look at Zeph before returning his gaze to Layne and chuckling uneasily. "You were probably thinking something like 'Wow, this tastes great' or 'Golly this is a great buzz.' Or...something. Perhaps you weren't thinking at all once you reached a certain level of intoxication, and you were just drinking it because it was there." He shrugged. "I'm the same with chocolate milk to be honest...minus the intoxication bit. Non-alcoholic and all, but it just tastes so splendid!" Way to confirm you're still a little kid, Draven.
"This goddamn shit is supposed to make you feel better, but I only feel worse, which I didn't think was fucking possible."
Draven let out a quiet sigh and patted Layne's back gently. "Sometimes things don't behave as expected, especially things affecting the body. We're all built differently so it follows that we'd have different reactions to things." He was trying to comfort her, he really was, but his cerebral approach probably wouldn't help much. Most people didn't appreciate his braininess, especially when they were upset and really just wanted a hug and someone to tell them everything is alright. He just...wasn't well equipped for that.
"Kid, here, you can have this shit. Must be a defective fucking bottle."
He blinked. He blinked again. "...What?" His eyes shifted to the one-third full bottle, then back to Layne. If she was that screwed up after two thirds, what would one third do to him? Even butterbeer had a profound effect on the little guy, for crying out loud! He bit his lip and grimaced. "Er...Layne, I'm only eleven." Then again, she was underage too. She probably wouldn't see his age as an issue. He needed a better argument. "Er...if that stuff is stronger than butterbeer, I'd better not. I had some butterbeer last night, just a glass, and it...sent me under the table and I woke up this morning with no clothes on." Nervous smile. "But, er...maybe you could try and make nice with Zeph over there and offer it to him? Not that you did anything wrong of course, he just...well, he probably thinks you did." Another glance at Zeph before focusing back on Layne. "He really is a sweet fellow, Layne. You two just got off on the wrong foot."
Post by Layne F. Larkin on May 8, 2011 9:55:18 GMT -5
"You were probably thinking something like 'Wow, this tastes great' or 'Golly this is a great buzz.' Or...something. Perhaps you weren't thinking at all once you reached a certain level of intoxication, and you were just drinking it because it was there. I'm the same with chocolate milk to be honest...minus the intoxication bit. Non-alcoholic and all, but it just tastes so splendid!"
Layne quirked an eyebrow, her tears diverted for the moment, as she tried not to chuckle over how goddamn adorable this kid was. Did he really imagine her using a word like 'golly'? Not fucking likely. She missed his little lecture on bio-chemistry, something she would have found puzzling anyway. She was so focused on her own misery that she was shocked when he wouldn't accept her gift.
"...What? Er...Layne, I'm only eleven. Er...if that stuff is stronger than butterbeer, I'd better not. I had some butterbeer last night, just a glass, and it...sent me under the table and I woke up this morning with no clothes on."
That did it. She really did laugh then. "Sounds like the first time I had some firewhiskey. I woke up in the middle of the quodpot feild, with only a hat on. I think I was twelve."
"But, er...maybe you could try and make nice with Zeph over there and offer it to him? Not that you did anything wrong of course, he just...well, he probably thinks you did. He really is a sweet fellow, Layne. You two just got off on the wrong foot."
Layne considered that. If she made nice with the gryffindork, he might not tell the whole fucking school that Layne Larkin had lost her shit and started crying. People might guess why she was crying, and that would be very, very bad. So, she turned to look at Zephyrus. "Hey, Pedo, I've changed my mind. You're not absolutely fucking disgusting. The kid here seems to really like you. But, if I ever find out I was right about you, or if you make the kid cry, then I make you cry. Got it? In the meanwhile, here's a peace offering." She tossed the unbreakable, mostly empty bottle of firewhiskey to him."DERP!
"Sounds like the first time I had some firewhiskey. I woke up in the middle of the quodpot feild, with only a hat on. I think I was twelve."
...Wait, what did he miss while he was zoned out?
"But, er...maybe you could try and make nice with Zeph over there and offer it to him? Not that you did anything wrong of course, he just...well, he probably thinks you did. He really is a sweet fellow, Layne. You two just got off on the wrong foot."
Zeph looked at Draven and smiled. He couldn't help it, the guy was always ready to make everyone feel better. Zeph's anger, or whatever was left if it, had vanished by then.
"Hey, Pedo, I've changed my mind. You're not absolutely fucking disgusting. The kid here seems to really like you. But, if I ever find out I was right about you, or if you make the kid cry, then I make you cry. Got it? In the meanwhile, here's a peace offering."
She tossed the bottle at him, which he caught with his face. A slight miscalculation. It didn't break, but it sure woke him from his reverie.
"...Sure? I doubt I'll make the kid cry any time soon, Layne. Either way, that warning is mutual. Not like either of us will try, hopefully." he laughed awkwardly.
How wrong he was. He'd end up making Draven cry. He knew that deep inside. He'd been planning something for a while. Something dangerous. Something stupid. Something that involved him leaving. When, he wasn't sure. But he couldn't take Draven. It was too risky. Zeph knew he'd flip his shit if they even looked at Draven.
He had to do it alone.
"You sure you're okay?" Zeph asked, trying to keep the darkness that clouded his mind moments before from appearing on his face. Knowing him, it probably did for a bit.
"Sounds like the first time I had some firewhiskey. I woke up in the middle of the quodpot feild, with only a hat on. I think I was twelve."
Draven giggled at that. He could picture it as if it were happening that very moment in front of him: Layne buck naked save for a hat on her rainbow-haired head. Worse than waking up naked under a table by far. At least in that scenario he'd been inside. She'd been outside, in the open. He wondered if anyone had seen her out there, but decided not to pry further. If someone had, it had probably been mortifying for Layne. He didn't want to risk making her cry again.
"Hey, Pedo, I've changed my mind. You're not absolutely fucking disgusting. The kid here seems to really like you. But, if I ever find out I was right about you, or if you make the kid cry, then I make you cry. Got it? In the meanwhile, here's a peace offering."
His boyfriend obviously hadn't been paying attention, seeing as he caught the bottle with his face. Draven would grimace and make a strained "Ooh" sound as unbreakable glass hit breakable bone, hand covering his face where the bottle had hit Zeph. That was going to leave a mark. A big black and blue mark in the middle of his beloved's face. Layne hadn't done it on purpose, though. Draven hoped Zeph knew that.
"...Sure? I doubt I'll make the kid cry any time soon, Layne. Either way, that warning is mutual. Not like either of us will try, hopefully."
So now Zeph was calling him "the kid" too, huh? Draven giggled. Whatever, but Layne deserved to know his actual name. "The kid has a name, you know." he teased as he smiled at Layne and held out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Draven." Zeph would be glad that Draven had distracted himself: had Draven been looking at his boyfriend, he certainly would have seen the brief mood swing. He didn't look back at Zeph until the Gryffindor spoke again.
"You sure you're okay?"
Awww, there was the Zeph he knew and loved. The kind, nurturing fellow. Draven smiled at him and nodded in approval before letting out a little chuckle. "We could ask you the very same thing, Zeph. That was quite a smack in the face you took." Another giggle. "I can hold your face underwater if you like. I bet that would numb it up nice and quick."
Revenge for almost drowning the little guy? No way.
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