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spaceElliott wasn't entirely sure why he was bothering with this. On the one hand, it wasn't as though he wanted to just let Jesse stay missing. But he knew that logically, the odds of his finding his boyfriend were slim, and grew slimmer with every second he stayed missing. He could be anywhere. Literally, anywhere. The chances that Elliott could actually manage to find him were... He sighed. If he was just going to be all... angsty, about this, why was he even bothering? Except, he knew why. It was because he was obsessive and pessimistic and he had to do something or he'd drive himself utterly insane. Of course, it was something of a Catch-22; doing nothing made him feel useless, but so did going home alone and with nothing else to go on every night. At this point, there wasn't really a win in this situation. But, at least if he was out looking, he had the tiniest chance of actually finding Jesse, whereas sitting at home doing nothing lacked even that.
spaceThe Ravenclaw glanced at his watch; he had maybe another hour before Kenneth went in search of him and realized he wasn't home. The American didn't like Elliott going out on his own, preferred for them to go together in case something actually happened. But Elliott was seventeen now, and Kenneth had a baby on the way. He wasn't about to run the risk of them getting in a hairy situation and leaving Ver alone to raise the kid because Ken was in jail or worse. As he wandered into a dark alley, he figured that, if he didn't find Jesse anyway, it didn't much matter if he ended up in jail. A bit melodramatic, perhaps, since his life didn't in fact revolve entirely around the redhead, but he was out every day looking all over God's green Earth for him, so maybe he was a bloody liar and it did.
spaceThe sight of the cat caught him off-guard; it was stupid to react this way every single time he saw an orange tabby. There were a million of them, everywhere. Recently, he'd begun to worry if it was a conspiracy, or if science was wrong and in fact orange tabby cats outnumbered the Earth's beetle population, which was supposedly 1/4 of its total lifeforms. That's what he thought the statistic was, anyway. But each time he saw one, he had the stupidest little jolt of hope. And he knew it was stupid, but that didn't stop him from stopping dead in his tracks at the sight. And it didn't stop him from, like always, calling out, "Jesse?" as if, by some miracle, the cat's head would turn in recognition, and transform back into his boyfriend. Stupid, stupid, stupid. But, he did it. Even he couldn't be smart all the time.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 8:21 pm
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There was nothing in sight
But memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide
The ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in
Between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve
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Where am I? Some alley in London
Who am I with? ...Elliott?
What am I doing? Coping
What am I thinking? I don't want to remember anymore!
Who's Important to me? Elliott Holt
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The cat froze, his eyes going wide as he looked over. Jesse, he was Jesse. But Jesse, he wasn't Jesse. He was instead Pancras, and the thought made his head hurt again, and the cat curled up into itself as he struggled to remind himself that Jesse, he was seventeen years old, and he wasn't a boy wandering the streets again with no memories. He shook his head, trying to shuffle his memories back straight, but only succeeded in making him look around confused again, looking for a younger brother he hadn't seen since he was seven. Hammy wouldn't have let him wander alone like this. He had magic, Pancras didn't. That was why he'd been yelled at and yanked around by their father, right?
He blinked back toward the teen that stood in the alley with him and decided to try and ask him if he'd seen a dark-haired five year old around somewhere. However, what came out instead was a long yowl, and Pancras had to blink in shock. No, that wasn't right. People didn't sound like cats. Only cats did, and Pancras wasn't a cat. No, that was Jesse, and Jesse blinked again before realizing that the person standing in the alley wasn't Paul or Hamnet or anyone else but Elli. He stepped forward tentatively, trying to figure out what he should do. It was Elliott, he was safe. He'd always been safe, and Jesse walked forward a bit before hesitating a bit before running over. He started twining himself around the brunette's ankles, meowing up at him and trying to confirm to Elli that he was Jesse. Or was he Pancras? He paused, shaking the thought that he was Pancras out of his mind for the moment.
Jesse was a cat, though how he got that way was currently a mystery for the teen. He meowed mournfully up at Elliott, thinking that maybe he could tell him what happened and why he was a cat. Jesse didn't recall taking any classes for animagus, but he knew that Jojo had wanted to. She'd convinced Jesse to take it too. Hadn't she? That memory flitted away just like every other memory he'd had recently, except for the knowledge that he was Jesse, this was Elli, and somehow he was a cat.
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OOC:
In every loss in every lie
In every truth that you'd deny
And each regret and each goodbye
Was a mistake too great to hide
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 7:05 pm
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spaceElliott didn't really think much of the cat turning and looking at him; he'd made a sound, a much louder sound than any others that could be heard in the alley. Instinct should've made the cat respond. Hell, his presence should've been noticed before he said anything, but the cat being a stray, it might be used to that, at least. He was just shaking his head at himself for his own stupidity when the creature let out a long, oddly strained sort of meow. His eyes narrowed in a glare, annoyed at the cat for some unknown reason. Possibly because he had worse things to worry about than some random stray cat who probably just thought he might feed it. This alley branched off of a neighborhood, it was probably used to sappy bleeding heart types putting scraps out for it. He wanted to tell it that no, he didn't have anything for it, but before he could, the thing stepped forward, hesitating for a moment before sprinting towards him.
spaceThe Ravenclaw swallowed as the tabby began twinging around his ankles, staring down and trying to get a decent enough look to see if- There was no way, though. This had to just be a very, very friendly stray. He knew that the odds of it were... they were basically non-existent. There was no way he'd actually found Jesse. "Hold still," he muttered fruitfully, willing the cat to stop moving long enough for him to be able to actually see its eyes. They wouldn't be blue, there was no way they were blue... Impatient and frustrated, he finally leaned down to pick the cat up, heart stopping in his chest the moment he got it at eye level. Shite. It... It was Jesse. It was actually Jesse!
spaceInstinctively, he held the cat to his chest, eyes squeezing shut as he scratched behind Jesse's ears. "Where the ******** have you been?" he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of it's head. It wasn't as though there was any chance he was wrong, he'd seen the other boy's animagus form more than enough to recognize it. If he were honest, he'd already known, he just didn't want to believe it because it shouldn't have been possible. Or, if it were possible, it was at the very least not probable. Elliott didn't believe in luck, or coincidence for that matter, but he was having a hard time coming up with another explanation. He'd done the math. Several times. He knew this shouldn't have happened. And yet it had, and he had never been so relieved to be wrong in his entire ******** existence.
spaceThe Ravenclaw stiffened suddenly, eyes opening very suddenly, and just as quickly, they narrowed, his gaze turning down to his boyfriend. "Where the ******** have you been?" he asked again, more forcefully this time. "And... Why are you a ******** cat?! Jesus, Jesse, we've been losing- We were worried about you, you bloody arsehole." He held Jesse out at arms length, glaring at him. What the hell was going on? Being a cat implied... Had he not wanted to be found? Why would he be a cat? Why was he wandering around a random arse alley in Little Whinging of all places?! If he'd run away, why did he seem so happy to see him, but if he wanted to see him, why the ******** hadn't he come home? Where had he been?! Had he... Had he literally just gotten away? From wherever he'd been? Elliott inspected the cat, thinking it didn't look to be in terrible shape, all things considered. A bit... a bit thin, maybe, and Elliott's lips thinned at the realization. "Change back," he said, "Tell me what bloody happened."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 12:43 am
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There was nothing in sight
But memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide
The ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in
Between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve
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Where am I? Some alley in London
Who am I with? ...Elliott?
What am I doing? Coping
What am I thinking? I don't want to remember anymore!
Who's Important to me? Elliott Holt
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Jesse was picked up, and brought up to eye level. Jesse tried to say something again, but nothing more than an odd meow came out as a result. When Elliott finally recognized him, Jesse went limp with relief, wanting to cry. He buried his face in the crook of Elli's elbow, shaking and unable to even answer Elli's question. Where had he been? He couldn't recall, and that scared him. God, was he having another amnesia episode? He didn't know, and suddenly Jesse wondered if something terrible had happened that he had no answer for. He knew something had changed, and he'd been trying to pin it down for... Days? Weeks? He couldn't tell and shivered with that realization. There was something seriously wrong, and he couldn't tell what it was. He looked back toward Elli and his mouth opened, and all that came out was a meow, and Jesse still couldn't understand why.
Suddenly he could feel something tense, and flinched as he heard Elliott's tone. He didn't know! He tried to say it, and another strangled meow came out as a result. The way Elli was looking at him wasn't helping, and the cat started shaking again, suddenly very well aware of how vulnerable he was right now and... Oh, god. This was it, wasn't it? Two years with the Holts, and they were sending him back. To Paul. Paul, who had taken him from his family and abused him to the point where he forgot his father and brother and mother and... No, that wasn't right. He winced, his head throbbing. There was so much wrong, and he couldn't say what. What was wrong with his memories? He tried to grab one mentally and hold it in place to see properly, but it flitted out of his grasp and Pancras was left staring at the teen holding him in confusion as he asked him to change back. Change back? From what? He then looked at the teen properly, and Jesse was back, and he started struggling to grab Elli, to reach out and hold him. There was something wrong with his head, something his father had done to him, and Jesse stilled, realization hitting like a ton of bricks.
His father. Hamnet Strudwick. He'd cast something on Jesse, and his memories were scattered and he couldn't make heads or tails of what or when things happened. Something went wrong with the spell. He didn't know what, and his father had said he was going to fix something. With that realization came the fact that he'd run, that what his father had done had screwed with his head so badly that he could no longer even stay in the present. And Paul had found him and had dragged him back home and had locked him in his room again, and Jesse had pleaded with Paul for several days that he was sorry that he'd messed up, that he hadn't meant for the cops to throw him in juvie again and Paul had been so enraged that he broke Jesse's arm again and they'd had to go to another clinic to get it fixed and he'd woken up with the worst hangover in months and Jesse had showered and scrubbed to get everything off to the point he'd been a sobbing mess in the tub while Paul had slept off whatever high he'd been on.
The cat grabbed at his head, claws extended as he tried to reign in his thoughts. No, that was months (years?) ago. He couldn't tell. His mind wasn't cooperating, and Jesse focused on the pain from his claws He, he needed... He needed to get away. Elliott. He was here with Kenneth, right? They had gone to the beach last week, and Jesse had laughed at the way that Elli had gotten annoyed when Kenneth found the books he'd stashed away to read during the trip. Ver had ended up teasing the two Holts when Kenneth had ended up wrestling Elli into the water long enough for Kenneth to dunk him and Elli had spent the rest of the day glaring at his brother. Jesse latched onto that, glad that there was something he was remembering that wasn't from his darker days and had something happy during it.
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In every loss in every lie
In every truth that you'd deny
And each regret and each goodbye
Was a mistake too great to hide
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 9:34 pm
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spaceElliott frowned at the way Jesse was acting; something was wrong, really wrong, and unless the Slytherin turned back into his human self, he had no way of knowing what it was. He didn't bloody speak cat, dammit. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to calm the anger that was just below the surface. He wasn't angry at Jesse, not at all, but this situation was pissing him off because he didn't know how to fix it. His boyfriend wouldn't really know the difference, though, as evidenced by his reaction to Elliott's previous outburst. He scowled, pulling the cat close again and cradling him in his arms, a hand reaching to try and retract the claws from his head. "You're hurting yourself," he muttered, gently scratching the spots where the claws had dug in.
spaceUnsure what he could even do, the teen pressed another kiss to the cat's head, deliberating. He should probably get Jesse home, first and foremost. He was trying not to be annoyed at the redhead for staying a cat, but something might be going on that he didn't understand, and he had to take that into account. Even if his temper was an inch from snapping. He was only angry because he'd been worried, he kept reminding himself. And Jesse was distressed, so snapping at him wouldn't help. It would only scare him, which was completely counter-productive. Besides, he didn't want to be That Guy. He never wanted to be That Guy, even though he knew that in reality that's exactly who he was. He tried not to be. And right now he needed to try, very hard, because the alternative was only going to make things worse. The situation, Jesse's traumatized mental state, probably their relationship, everything would be ruined if he lost his temper. He swallowed, trying to think. Get home. Get help... from who? Kenneth would try, but if Elliott didn't know what to do, how the hell would he? It wasn't like the American knew anything about anima-!
spaceA tic started in his jaw when he realized who he was going to have to ask for help. Jojo'd taken Animagus Studies with Jesse. She'd not stopped showing off her butterfly form since she'd first successfully completed the transformation. There was a chance that Jesse was just... not changing back, on purpose. But Elliott liked to think he wasn't doing that. He wasn't trying to get away from him, had seemed relieved to see him, so whatever was going on, he at least wanted to be home, right? He finally opened his eyes, glancing down. "Are you... stuck?" he asked, not really caring if he looked like some crazy cat person. He just hoped that Jesse could figure out a way to answer the question that he'd actually understand. "I'm... We're gonna go home, and if you're stuck, I'm going to get a hold of Jojo, see if she can help, okay?" he asked, not really expecting a response, particularly not one that made sense. Worst case scenario... he knew there was a spell that forced an Animagus to change back, and it wouldn't be hard to find out what it was. He would rather not have to use it, since it seemed unpleasant from what he recalled, but he'd do it if he had to. Jojo was probably a better option, though. Maybe she could coach Jesse through changing back if he really was stuck. And if he wasn't... Elliott didn't want to force his boyfriend back, but he would, if he had to. Staying a cat wasn't healthy. That in mind, he gave a quick look around to be sure there were no muggles in sight, and apparated back to the manor.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 8:22 pm
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I sat alone, in bed 'til the morning
I'm crying, "They're coming for me"
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me
My mind's like a deadly disease
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Lᴏsᴛ || Pᴜʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
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Virgil walked down the alleyway, mostly to get away from the muggles around the area before he could apparate away. He wasn't really in any hurry, especially since he was returning from an interview with a muggle office manager. Somehow, he doubted he was going to get the job, considering his own superior attitude, but it was honestly hard for him to turn it off. He figured that he could try to get a muggle job though. They wouldn't ask questions about magic, and he could just disappear into the masses of muggles every day. It might seem mundane and beneath him, but it was a lot better than someone being murdered for being a muggleborn or a halfblood simply because they somehow offended Dante. Which, honestly, he should warn people about him. He was certain that he could persuade Niall to write out a notice about his alter so that any of his potential employers wouldn't be blind sided by him suddenly switching on them. Granted, they wouldn't know until after a certain period of time when he wasn't at risk of losing his job, but that was mostly because he wasn't stupid enough to admit to any mental issues before getting hired.
Frowning, he wanted to get a drink at the pub around the corner, but quashed that desire immediately. Instead, he focused on the fact that he was trying to quit drinking. He blamed that solely on Dominique. Bloody Frenchman had gotten it into his head that Virgil needed to quit, and for some damn reason, he'd agreed to go on the wagon. Not that he was enjoying his trip into sobriety. If nothing else, he hated it. There were days he was so disgusted with himself that he couldn't look into a mirror without wishing to hex his reflection, and that neither dissipated nor lessened the longer he spent sober. Ugh, this was just one more day away from alcoholism. He could do it. He was a Ross, and Rosses didn't let something control their life. No, that seemed to be more the case of rampant insanity running basically most of his family's life. The only two that seemed to have avoided it was Darius and Jaslyn. Which, thinking of Darius, he hadn't called him mutt in at least a year or so. Huh, that was new. Granted, he hadn't seen him either in that time, so maybe an excuse could be made that he had to see Darius at least once a month to continuously infer his lack of a pedigree. It made sense in his head, anyway.
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I paced around for hours, on empty
I jumped at the slightest of sounds
And I couldn't stand the person inside me
I turned all the mirrors around
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 9:22 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2018 8:05 pm
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Eagle eye, feather light
Razor sharp just like a knife
Systematic, post traumatic
Girl is on the fly
DANIEL
JAMES
SHEPARD
sixth year │ halfblood │ gryffindor
DJ was used to hearing raised voices by now. His parents had never been the type to keep their fights hushed and quiet, for all that they pretended to be your normal upright prim-and-proper home owners. Especially when either of them had been drinking. He'd been ignoring the steady increase in volume outside his bedroom for the better part of an hour now, drowning it out with the sound of the latest MMORPG. It wasn't until he heard something crash against the floor or a wall that he finally yanked off his headphones, and craned his head back, peering through the dark of his room at his door. There was a momentary lull in the shouting, and then his father roared something in disbelief, and heavy footsteps came echoing down the hall.
It probably seemed like a scene from a melodramatic soap opera, but DJ wasn't scared of his father or his mother. He'd mostly come to regard them as annoying roommates since he'd begun at Hogwarts. They never seemed to want much to do with him, and at this point, he didn't want much to do with them. They never should have had a kid in the first place if they were going to act as though he was the one making their lives miserable, when really it was each other. He definitely wasn't scared of them- his dad was a muggle, and his mum hadn't used magic in years. Plus, they'd never really been the hitting type.
His bedroom door slammed open, and DJ glowered automatically at his father, who looked more incensed than usual. "I want you out," he snarled. His mother was just behind him, face ashen. DJ glanced at her, brow furrowed. This, at least, was new. What the ******** had she told the old man? That he'd gotten a D on an OWL or something? Oh wait. Wait. Did he... know? "He knows," she said hoarsely, and DJ scrambled out of his chair as his father barged further into the room, shaking with barely suppressed rage.
"I'm done, I won't have any more of this shite in my house, I want you ******** out, both of you, take your little freak and go-,"
scoffed DJ, folding his arms across his chest; his father wasn't that much bigger than him at this point, and he wasn't a little kid anymore who was going to cower in a corner while his parents screamed themselves silly about this or that. "I wanted to tell you for ages, but she wouldn't let me," he jerked his head at his mother, "just like she wouldn't tell you about her-,"
"You shut it!" his mother snapped at him, as his father whirled on her.
"I always knew there was something wrong with you, you bloody slag, he might not even be mine, might be-,"
"Oi!" DJ barked, but his mother had beat him to it, shoving his father back and raising her hand to slap him- he caught her wrist and twisted it, and she hissed in pain and jerked away from him. "b*****d!"
"YOU LIED TO ME!" he bellowed.
"What choice did I have?" she screeched back. "Tell you everything? You didn't want to know! You still don't! Just wanted to pretend everything was fine- how could I tell you about him? It's not my fault! I thought he'd be normal! I tried to make him normal!"
Make him normal? By doing what, constantly making him feel like shite for normal kid stuff like running around and wanting to, hm, maybe have an adult play with him for once? Since when had she even wanted to be a mother? She'd basically abandoned Lea years ago. DJ wished she'd done the same to him- he honestly might have been better off at Wool's or something. Maybe a nice, normal wizarding family would have adopted him. Like Ada and Chris. Or anyone, really. It would have been better than this depressing little house and this suffocating neighborhood and the constant tension and fighting-
He didn't even see the blow coming towards him until the last second, and DJ stumbled back into his dresser as Eden wedged herself in between the two, his father's fist collided soundly with her back. She made a pained gasping noise, and Daniel Sr. reared back in alarm, as if he hadn't expected to actually make an impact. "Edith," he said, and there were a few seconds of utter silence, aside from harsh breathing.
"Come on," DJ didn't at first realize that his mother was talking to him, until her fingers wrapped around his wrist. The lights in his room were flickering frantically, on and off, either from his hormonal teenage magic, or her own pent-up magic. His father made as if to block their path out of the room, but the bulb in the bedside lamp shattered, and he jumped back, visibly disturbed as his wife practically dragged his son out of the messy bedroom, into the narrow hall, and out of the house. The night was cool and quiet; a dog was barking a few houses down.
"What now?" DJ asked, trying not to sound too sarcastic, although it didn't really work. Eden didn't answer him, wrapping her arms around herself and leaning against the car in the driveway. He wondered if she was going to cry; he'd never seen his mother cry. He wasn't even sure she could. There was probably something wrong with her. A lot wrong with her. And not being able to properly express any emotions, positive or negative, was probably a big part of it. She said nothing, and he felt a brief pang of guilt, even though he had literally nothing to be guilty about. She'd brought this all upon herself. "Are you okay... Mum?"
After another minute or two, when it seemed obvious Daniel Sr. wasn't going to come out after them, she said in a low, flat tone, "Could have been worse. Let's go. I want to talk to your brother." DJ wasn't about to argue against that. Lea seemed as good a bet as any, at the moment. Eden didn't exactly have any family besides his dad and him. Or friends. Or anybody, really. He almost felt like he could start crying for her, or something, because that sounded like his worst nightmare. But if he started crying she'd probably tell him to shut the hell up or something. So instead he just nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, trailing after her down the street. At least he had his wand on him to call the Knight Bus.
Breathe in let it out
Taste your heart and spit it out
Face down in the dirt
Fall in love she'll make it hurt
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