Post by Cyan on Jan 14, 2011 18:18:16 GMT -5
Cyan inhaled deeply, his arms crossed over his eyes, blocking the light from his stressed retinas. He lied solemnly on the sofa, the toes of his shoes carelessly pointing up from where his heels rested on the arm rest. A slow sigh slipped from between his lips.
He'd fled here from the Hufflepuff Common Room. At some point, he'd stopped screaming, but he couldn't remember when. Was it before he climbed up the hufflepuff ladder? Or after?
The darkness felt so good on his eyes, like a drink of water in the desert.
Cyan was in the process of missing lunch--an Idon'tevenknowwhat had shot at his head, encircled him, and tried to embrace him, mandibles snapping all the while. Needless to say, it utterly destroyed his appetite.
Also, Finny (innocently? accidentally?) molested him earlier, which certainly didn't help matters.
Cyan sighed, flexing his hands. They were clammy from when he clutched onto Finny's shirt, using that demon as a shield against the thirty-legged monster.
The adrenaline rush from when he ran for his life had finally worn off, leaving him aching and tired. He wasn't certain he ever wanted to see another hufflepuff for as long as he lived. Well, except maybe Amira. She was sane. Chika, too. Oh, and Niobe... Say, were there any boys in that house other than Finny?
The curly-haired brunette rested there, his arms crossed over his eyes, his breathing steadily growing deeper and slower. In only a few minutes, he'd fallen asleep.
A muck of ink covered one arm (compliments of Loco Lorraine), and his robe was in disarray. His lovely brown curls were a mess.
Cringing in his sudden slumber, he twitched and muttered, "No... huffle............... monster..."
...In short order, the third-year brunette shoved himself out of the hatch and sprinted away, retreating desperately to his own relatively sane common room and away from those things simply known as... the Hufflepuffs.
He'd fled here from the Hufflepuff Common Room. At some point, he'd stopped screaming, but he couldn't remember when. Was it before he climbed up the hufflepuff ladder? Or after?
The darkness felt so good on his eyes, like a drink of water in the desert.
Cyan was in the process of missing lunch--an Idon'tevenknowwhat had shot at his head, encircled him, and tried to embrace him, mandibles snapping all the while. Needless to say, it utterly destroyed his appetite.
Also, Finny (innocently? accidentally?) molested him earlier, which certainly didn't help matters.
Cyan sighed, flexing his hands. They were clammy from when he clutched onto Finny's shirt, using that demon as a shield against the thirty-legged monster.
The adrenaline rush from when he ran for his life had finally worn off, leaving him aching and tired. He wasn't certain he ever wanted to see another hufflepuff for as long as he lived. Well, except maybe Amira. She was sane. Chika, too. Oh, and Niobe... Say, were there any boys in that house other than Finny?
The curly-haired brunette rested there, his arms crossed over his eyes, his breathing steadily growing deeper and slower. In only a few minutes, he'd fallen asleep.
A muck of ink covered one arm (compliments of Loco Lorraine), and his robe was in disarray. His lovely brown curls were a mess.
Cringing in his sudden slumber, he twitched and muttered, "No... huffle............... monster..."