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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 19:38:32 GMT -5
Destrane watched as the snake was destroyed. No matter, no matter. He approached his mentor, wand pointing at the man. "Crucio!" his voice was like a slap in the face as he glared down at his professor. There was no mercy in his actions, pent up anger seizing control of his body.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 20:05:58 GMT -5
A strangled cry of agony tore its way through Gabrielle's throat, his muscles contracting against his will. It felt as if his blood was eating him alive, each cell of his body exploding with an agony no other spell could create. His wand fell from his hand and rolled a ways from him, signaling his forfeit to the fight. There was no possible way he was escaping the painful grasp of the curse.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 20:08:28 GMT -5
Suddenly Destrane ended the curse. What had he done? He quickly grabbed his mentor's wand and held it out to the older man, refusing to look at him or help him in any way. The attack was out of self-indulgances and completely uncalled for. He bit his lip and sighed.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 20:15:47 GMT -5
It took Gabrielle a moment to find a bit of composure before his shaking hand reached up to grasp his wand, his arm dropping down beside him once it was firm in his grasp. "You better get back to your dormitory before someone catches you out this late." he breathed, his voice staggering as his body did what it could to regain control of itself.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 20:17:02 GMT -5
Destrane walked over to the door before stopping. He hesitated and turned to look at his teacher. His expression had changed from the cruel, cold-hearted man to the innocent boy once more as his eyes shined sadly. He had never meant for it to go that far.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 20:20:03 GMT -5
"Go, Rane." he whispered, referring to the nickname he had given him when they were much more than student and mentor; much more than friends. "I don't want you getting into anymore trouble than you have to." Rielle looked as he if were talking in his sleep, his eyes closed and his body relaxed as much as possible. He knew the fastest way to get over a Cruciatus was to simply let the aftermath wash over you and claim what it wanted before moving on.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 20:23:15 GMT -5
Destrane closed his eyes before shaking his head. He walked over to him and knelt beside the man, sighing. "Professor....," he paused, hesitating, "Here," he offered him the full bottle of firewhiskey, knowing that the warm burning could help. God knows, he had suffered under the curse so many times in his life.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 20:33:42 GMT -5
Gabrielle smiled weakly and pushed himself into the best upright position he could manage, which wasn't that much, and took liquor bottle, allowing a small sip to flow into his mouth and down his throat; the warmth of the whiskey did help with the stinging sensation left afterward. "Thank you." he whispered, his gaze shifting from the insides of his eye lids to Destrane's emerald ones. "I believe we've come past formalities, haven't we, Destrane?" His voice was its usual, but the undertone of worry, just barely detectable, tugged at the fondness many memories created.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 20:36:01 GMT -5
Destrane managed a slight smile. "Aye, I suppose so, Gabe," he lowered himself further to sit in his normal position once more. His own body stung with the aftershock of the Cruciatus Curse but he made no mention of it. It would be sin to, as his father taught him that it was weakness and that the weak would be destroyed mercilessly.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 20:53:08 GMT -5
Gabe chuckled softly and took another sip of fire whiskey before offering the bottle to Destrane. "Right nasty Cruciatus you have." he stated simply, allowing himself to lay back down, this time his head resting against the side of Rane's leg. "Bet your father's proud of that."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 20:54:48 GMT -5
Destrane looked down at him, thinking. "Mmm, I bet he is, but its hard to tell," he looked off into space, a frown marring his lips. "It seems like I don't do anything well enough for him anymore. I know he just wants to push me to the best of my abilities but there is never any...reprieve or pat on the back anymore." He didn't want to sound like he was complaining, but it just slipped out.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 21:00:45 GMT -5
Rielle sighed and patted the floor next to him, a silent gesture for the younger boy to lay next to him. "I'm sure," he began, taking another sip from the whiskey bottle. "He'll make up for it in the long run. Get you a pet dragon or something." He chuckled lightly and sighed, letting his eyes close for a moment. "How long has it been?" he asked suddenly. "Since we last just laid back and talked?"
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 21:03:39 GMT -5
Destrane scooted over and lay down, closing his eyes. His expression was slightly uneasy. He wasn't comfortable with closeness anymore, something he had been broken of in the worst ways imaginable. "I think...not since I was thirteen," he replied softly, sighing. For some reason, though he would never give up Cricket for anything, he felt slightly unhappy about his sister and it seemed to betray him through the tremor in his dark voice.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 21:24:37 GMT -5
Gabe's hand found Destrane's arm, and he gently gave it a squeeze, his muscles still not working as well as they normally would. "We'll have to find time to do this more often then." he replied softly, his fingers lingering a moment too long as he drew his hand away. He would always love Des, no matter what came between them, but ... More as a son than a lover, of that he was sure of now. "Rane, you seem troubled. You know ... I've always got an open ear. If you ever want to use it."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 21:28:33 GMT -5
Destrane sighed and closed his eyes, fighting with himself. "I guess I'm having sister trouble. I recently learned that, well, as everyone but, apparently Aston and I, that she was adopted. That led to her saying she had feelings for me," he looked over at Gabe, frowning, "And that landed me into a lot of trouble and worry for her. And then after that, I begin dating Helena, and though I will never let her go, everything seems to be spiralling out of control." He suddenly slammed his fist onto the stone floor, ignoring the pain that erupted from a small fracture he caused by the blow.
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