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Post by kieronsomhairle on May 6, 2010 4:36:54 GMT
   Half-crazed from lack of sleep Kieron had slipped from the claustrophobic confines of the school and into the cool evening air. It was not yet late enough for a curfew of any sort and therefore he was not getting hammered back under the thumb of rule-crazed Prefects. The handful of students that were still roaming about on the grounds had intuitively sensed that they should give the Gryffindor a wide berth and did so but not without strange looks. Dark hollows had been carved under his eyes from many a sleepless night since Felix's death, the scruff of the unshaven lingered at his chin and he appeared to have lost a bit of weight. Hands balling into fists he felt his muscles tense unnecessarily, a taught bowstring with anger in his eyes. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going but his feet were carrying him further and further away from the place where it had all happened.
I just have to get away. He wanted privacy, to be away from all the questioning eyes and pitying glances that got sent his way. Kieron had begun to think that maybe he should have just followed Felix out that window as some kind of poetic tribute to the bonds of brotherhood. It's not too late, you know...you could just walk into the Black Lake and never walk out--get lost in the mountains and get eaten by Giants or god knows what else. The next thing he knew he was in a grove and there were unsuspecting saplings and his wand was suddenly in his hand. CRRR-ACK! The moans and screams of splintering wood drummed into his ears.
Before he knew it there was a river of hot tears trailing down his cheeks, blue eyes darkened. "I was supposed to protect him!" He was growling through gritted teeth, yelling at innocent plant life. "I was supposed to make sure nothing ever..." He cut himself off, staring hopelessly with shoulders hunched as he dropped to the ground, wand falling from his clenched hand.
"God. Damn. It."
WORDS : HOW MANY
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Poopy
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : Gravedigger by DMB
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
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Post by roxanne hope weasley on May 6, 2010 6:03:01 GMT
   - - - - - - - - - - - - Roxanne could feel the wind in her hair as she flew over the quidditch pitch one last time. The winter had been long, and Roxanne had missed her broom. She landed a little off the pitch, stretching her muscles; Roxanne made her way over to the broom cupboard, to put away her broom. As she emerged from the closet, she saw a familiar figure making its way across the grounds. Roxanne tried to follow, she could tell that most of the students were trying to avoid the large male student, she didn’t. She hadn’t seen her old friend in ages, and she wasn’t going to let the trend continue.
“Kieron” she called after him, but to no avail the Gryffindor seemed completely lost in his own thoughts. Roxanne continued to follow him, breaking into a run when she saw him break something. She couldn’t tell what it was from a distance, but it wasn’t a good sign. A speck of fear intruded her heart and she thought of turning away, but the moment that thought came to mind, it was pushed right out again, there wasn’t room in her life to stop being a friend. Her pace slowed down as she caught up with him.
Wordlessly she dropped to her knees in front of him and wrapped her arms around him. In all the years she’d known him, she’d never seen him like this, not that she blamed him, he’d lost his brother after all. Roxanne held him wordlessly for a few moments; she ran her hand soothingly over his back. She could feel her own throat drying out, a lump forming, she knew what would follow if she didn’t stop it. She wasn’t going to cry, she’d told herself that and she was going to follow through. Her tears were pointless now and they definitely wouldn’t help her friend. For the first time in their relationship she was going to have to be the strong one, the rock and if she started to cry, she couldn’t be the rock. Roxanne closed her eyes for a moment, searching for the words to say, yet she couldn’t come up with any, she could bring herself to say that it would be okay, because it wouldn’t. She couldn’t even imagine the pain he was feeling at the moment. God forbid if anything ever happened to Fred she didn’t know what she would do with herself. Settling for silence, Roxanne kept her arms wrapped around her friend. When he was ready he would talk. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - TAG sayWHO?
WORDS sayHOWMANY?
NOTES sayWHAT?
TUNES heaven help us , my chemical romance.
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Post by kieronsomhairle on May 10, 2010 20:27:21 GMT
Undone by grief and the constricting embrace of guilt at the act of violence he had committed against his won blood Kieron was having a sort of breakdown. Luckily for him it had been in the realms of privacy or at least somewhat relative to those boundaries until he had been discovered. The last person he had ever expected to happen upon him at this embarrassing, revealing moment would have been Roxanne. Boys were not supposed to cry--masculinity meant never showing weakness and never saying you're sorry. Society had forever dictated that its men be the rulers of the universe, consumed by greed for life and wealth in its many forms. As the younger Gryffindor dropped down beside him he flinched and shied away from her touch, sucking in deep breaths as he shoved the heels of his hands into his eyes to push the pain back inside. I'll always see his face staring up at mine as he falls through that fucking window.
"I-I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine..." Repeating the words over and over again as though doing so would make them true. What would everyone think to see him like this now, what would the other students think if they knew they were in the same school with a murderer? Kieron had been in full possession of his mental faculties and as such he had a responsibility to those that did not. But what was he supposed to do? I will always know what I did.
His parents already behaved as though he had killed Felix to begin with, their grief turning them cold and bitter toward their oldest and now only son. Kieron did not want to return home after this school year was over, he would go on to the University and get himself a job and his own place so that he would no longer have to deal with the silence and the blame. Kieron was already punishing himself enough right now as it was and now Roxanne was here unknowingly comforting a murderer.
Fighting to even out his voice his body still as stone he spoke with practiced detachment, "Just having my man period s'all."
WORDS : HOW MANY
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Poopy
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : Gravedigger by DMB
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
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Post by roxanne hope weasley on May 11, 2010 21:15:32 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - - - Roxanne looked at him in disbelief. He was a fool if he thought she would believe him. The man had been crying for Christ’s sake! There was no way he was alright. Yet she would have felt a stronger sense of disbelief had he said something. He had always been a man’s man, one who didn’t believe in showing emotions. She wanted to call him out on the lie he was telling her, but how many times had she herself said she was okay when she wasn’t. There were times where he had gotten it out of her, there were times he had let her lie, he had let her keep it to herself until she was ready to speak. It was time for the relationship to become reciprocal. It was time for her to return the favor.
She shot him one more doubtful look before deciding not to pry. At least not for the moment, he didn’t want to talk right now and she knew she wouldn’t be able to get it out of him. With a small smile she looked up at him “If you say so, but you know I’m here for you right? I know that sounds sappy and I’m sure like a million people have told you that recently, but yea… she trailed off for a minute, she didn’t want to say but I actually am here for you. Who was to say that those people didn’t care about him? “Yea…I guess I just wanted to remind you, you know I wouldn’t ever judge you” she told him honestly.
Roxanne was known for judging those she didn’t know, but she never judged those who were her friends. She loved them to pieces and even if they did something wrong, she would never hold it against them. She had the ability to make endless excuses for them. Hell, if they put up with her they had to be good people. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - TAG Kieron
WORDS not enough
NOTES sorry for the shortness and suckiness
TUNES heaven help us , my chemical romance.
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Post by kieronsomhairle on Jun 5, 2010 5:50:20 GMT
Yeah, he was a shitty liar. Probably the worst he knew of so far and it was embarrassing that Roxanne would ever see him in such a state. Kieron was never that emotional, the unspoken masculine code dictated a certain degree of machismo and stoicism and right now he was displaying a lacking in both areas. No, he was not all right and he might never be again--he was angry, bitter, and guilty with questions about how and why he could ever have let this happen. Over and over again he would dream about Felix crashing through that window, Kieron's wand knocked out of reach so that he might even try to save him. Just frozen with a hand on the shattered frame staring down as his brother's body got smaller and smaller until it stopped moving altogether.
"I..er...I know. I dunno what that was all about, random spasm I guess." Rubbing a calloused hand on the back of his neck as he was so apt to do when made to feel uncomfortable he avoided direct eye contact and stared at a rather boring looking rock situated on the ground near his feet. Kieron was an intelligent boy and yet he was never comfortable or successful in expressing himself in an efficient manner. Perhaps it would always be smoke and mirrors for the Gryffindor, perhaps he needed only to get the hell away from Hogwarts and from his parents. Maybe seeing the world would help give him a perspective he had recently not thought about. As Roxanne spoke the guilty feeling niggled at him again, here she was telling him to talk to her and yet he couldn't find the right words to say.
"I know you wouldn't judge me it's just...I don't know how to talk about. I don't know if I will ever be ready to talk about what happened and it's frustrating. I don't know if anything I am doing is normal or unusual or whatever...I don't know what I'm doing anymore."
WORDS : HOW MANY
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Poopy
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : Gravedigger by DMB
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
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Post by roxanne hope weasley on Jun 6, 2010 19:28:06 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - - - Roxanne adjusted her position, she sat down crossed legged in front of him and looked him over with skepticism etched on to her features. She didn’t believe a word that was coming out of his mouth. She knew Kieron knew that she knew he was lying as well. But there was no point in prodding, He had never been one to share his emotions and she highly doubted that he was about to start now. When he was ready he would share, it might not be with her, but it would be with someone. A person could only keep so much bottled up inside for so long. After a while they were bound to share.
A small sad smile graced her lips as he spoke again. She looked up at him, she knew he was thinking of Felix, she herself often thought of him, although Felix had made it his own personal mission to annoy the living hell out of her once they had broken up, he had been her friend, she cared deeply about Felix, and she missed him, she missed him irritating her,. She missed arguing with him. She missed her friend. It was hard for her to accept that he was gone. It was hard for her to accept that any of her friends were gone. It just seemed so surreal.
She patted his knee lightly, “ This place can be so suffocating at times can’t it?” she stated in a matter of fact tone. She knew she found the walls of the castle to be closing in on her lately. Sure there were good things in her life right now. But in certain places she was reminded of things. She was reminded of the past, or people who had left her. And at those times she just found herself itching to run. To leave the castle behind and never come back. Running, its what she did best. Roxanne knew deep in her heart that she ran away from her problems. She always had and maybe she always would. Sure running away didn’t solve anything, but it was always easier then dealing with the problem
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WORDS not enough
NOTES sorry for the shortness and suckiness
TUNES heaven help us , my chemical romance.
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