— some order safe house, with fabian prewett. ( @patrcnus )
for the first time in — he doesn’t know how much time has passed since being a boy and free. but he is free. osiris can move his arms and legs with volition for a reason he didn’t stick around to listen to. the curse melted away from around his spine and osiris wasn’t prepared to let that chance slip through his fingers. but as death eaters catch his trail not even a day later, si has another first: fearing for his life. a life he’d just gotten control over again. to have it ripped from his hands now would be the cruelest form of torture. so he fights harder than he’s ever had to. it doesn’t matter that they disarm him, because they spent years teaching the prisoner wandless magic.
but he isn’t given the opportunity to really show them what they’d created when for the first time, si doesn’t fight alone. he didn’t see where they came from, nor did he care. in that moment, he didn’t even care who they were, just that they turned their wands so easily on his oppressors. that’s how he lands himself bound to a chair in an otherwise empty room. it wasn’t his saviors ( he’s not settled on this status, far from it ) who leave him in such a state, but his own suggestion. i don’t trust myself, he tells them upon arriving in what he might later come to know as an order safe house, i’ve spent my whole life under imperius, is the easiest and quickest explanation he can give them. and with that, they leave him alone in a room with only one window, bound to a chair. an improvement, he thinks.
for a man with so much fight rooted into every fiber of himself, he does a remarkable job of keeping the fear of being trapped again under the surface. when the door opens, he thinks his heart stops for a second, as if his father would be the one opening it. “ who are you? what we’re you all talking about out there?” maybe the panic is harder to hide than he predicted. “ i don’t want to be tied up like this forever.”