moon and stars

[forrestxdweller-blog]

addayagrcyback.

“If you THROW me in that pool against my will, I will bite you,” Addaya said simply, looking over at the next person who seemed to be approaching her. 

                “ Is that a threat, lass, or are ya’  f l i r t i n g  with me?? ” Forrest asked, smiling, stopping by Addaya’s side to coil his arm around her shoulder. ( It said, passively and plainly: she and I are an us. Her and me?? A we. ) 

[forrestxdweller-blog]

jaqurquhart.

With her feet dipped in the water and a book in her hands ( charmed to be water proof, of course ), Jacqueline tried to avoid most of the drunken party goers. Perhaps if Valeria and Dorian didn’t come, she could be reading in her pajamas but alas, she couldn’t bare thinking that something might happen to the if she weren’t present. However, such an appearance drew attention to a very drunk guy who saw fit to splash her. “Is that necessary?!”

              Sat not too far from Jac, Forrest happened to catch the rebound of water. He removed his glasses to wipe clean, chuckling amusedly. “ Bolloxed like that, you’d think he’d gotten into me Mam’s Baileys and not the  w e a k   p i s s  in the punch here, aye. ” He replaced his glasses, took a sip, and caught sight of the book. “ Lass, reading by a pool?? Grand, that is. JUST GRAND. Would you do a fella the favour of sharing y’novel of choice?? I’ve been lookin’ for something new ta’ read. ”

[starrseers-blog]

“ True. But what if they’re poisonous, flesh-eating trees? ”

[forrestxdweller-blog]

“Yes, but. What if friendly leprechauns wait in the tree cavities, holding onto a pot of gold for the right whippersnapper to dillydally by?” ( Of course, this was unlikely, since as a general rule: leprechauns were often grumpy fellows. ) “Or, something equally as fanciful.” 

[starrseers-blog]

“ Oh, that sounds so nice! It might have been nicer without the possibility of blood, but still, good on you, friend. ”

[forrestxdweller-blog]

“I mean, being in the Forbidden Forest doesn’t necessarily mean the possibility of blood. If you’re thoughtful about it, a walk through the trees there can be rather calming, really.” 

[heixmoon-blog]

“I’m fine, thank you for asking.” Hei scowled, glaring at the person who had knocked all the books out of her hands without so much as an apology.

[forrestxdweller-blog]

“Ah, shite —- my apologies, lass,” he quickly leant down and collected them in a somewhat lopsided pile. “Got me head in the clouds today, aye?”

[addayagrcyback-blog]

It was like being engulfed in a silken sunlight that healed, and for a moment – nothing hurt. All she could feel was his body wrapped around hers, its outlines feeling like her own bones that held her up, in fact she didn’t feel like she was a separate person. Addaya felt like they were a ‘we’ ( though, that was not an uncommon feeling around Forrest ), until the pangs of pain started to tug at her. “I’m hurt, but I’m okay now. I’m here with you.”

Ripped from her chest were emotions – none of which she wanted to allow peak through but did ( just accept them for once, see where they’ll take you ). Fear, love, anger, all mixed up, engulfing her, d r o w n i n g her. Too much, everything was too much for her to hold in everything she was feeling during the moments she was, “please don’t leave me alone again.”

It was selfish, but she couldn’t do it, at least in the mindset she was in where emotion took over – barely a fleck of logic shown through – she knew she needed him. Nights out there destroyed her resolve, especially after she had bitten the Maddie MacMillan.  Addaya’s arms tightened around his torso, as her head craned up, her lips depositing light kisses on his jawline. 

“I’m NEVER hurting anyone again,” she whispered. Though, it was most likely wishful thinking – if Addaya had been being herself, she would’ve known the odds of that were slim. By definition she was a monster, a violent one with violent instinctual wants, the chances piled against her. Logically, she would hurt someone again. This didn’t stop her from holding onto Forrest tighter even when she realized how much she didn’t deserve to be in the presence of someone so wonderful. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

[forrestxdweller-blog]

“Where?” His eyes frantically searched her features. “Where are you hurt? How bad is it?” A wound that he couldn’t, at present, see, seemed much scarier than one he could. Forrest didn’t in any way hate what Addaya was —- what he hated was what being a werewolf did to her, how horribly it affected her. That every full moon it broke her, and would do so for the rest of her life. He hated that there was nothing he could do to fix it for her, to alleviate the pain or take away the fear.

At her request, Forrest pulled her closer. His heart ached, hard. Please don’t leave me alone again. “Never,” he whispered, out of breath for still having not caught it. “I’ll never leave you alone, Addaya. I’ll always be with you, I swear by it.” He hugged her to his chest close as two people possibly could be, eyes fluttering shut when her lips brushed his skin. It sent shockwaves dancing from his head to his toes, a comforting warmth blossoming in his stomach. 

“I’ll learn how to brew wolfsbane myself. You’ll have your own mind from now on. I’m not going to let you go through this anymore.” Forrest ran his thumb over her cheek tenderly, collecting a tear that had rolled onto her face. God, it hurt to see her like this. “You’d do the same for me, Addaya. We both know shouldn’t isn’t a possibility that’s apart of us anymore. It never was. Not since I met you.”

Forrest leaned slightly and collected the back of Addaya’s knees with his arm, the other serving as support for her back when he lifted her from the ground. He held her to him, pressed his forehead against hers. “I love you, little wolf.” It was the easiest and truest thing he’d ever said. “I’m in love with you,” he breathed quietly, their lips so close they almost touched. “I’ll marry you some day, if you’d have me.” Forrest’s mouth met Addaya’s in a gentle, small kiss. He barely pulled away when he spoke next. “But, for now, would you allow a soft old Irish sod like me the honour of being your boyfriend?” 

[addayagrcyback-blog]

Nights like these she preferred chains. Being locked against something, each pull of them against her skin reminding her of the monster she was much more pleasant than the running, the pushing and pulling of the mind into another plane of existence where she was out of it – watching herself, but unable to control a thing. Her personal nightmare. 

Nights like these she also preferred chains because the metal reminded her of one more thing – she wasn’t alone. Now, as she tripped over branches, she was. It was scary, and emotions betrayed Addaya’s face, the mask of neutrality she usually wore was off. Addaya was raw, she was cold, and she needed Forrest. 

That’s really what it came down to, all in all. Her sister was her sister, and her brothers had those they cared about. While yes, she cared for them all, there was only one person she was trying to get to as she walked through the trees towards Hogwarts. It could’ve been easy to sink into the dirt right there, make a home in the woods, but she had someone who depended on her. Who she depended on. Who she loved. 

( Because she really did love him, didn’t she? His love was driving her now, as radiant and true as he was, and keeping her going. It was horrible without him that night. )

‘I’m right there.’ Of course he was, and she felt her legs pick up pace as she went in his direction, “Forrest?” Was her voice even loud enough? Addaya didn’t raise it often, but if any time was the time to, it was probably now. Even if her voice trembled, even though, she felt a sound that resembled anything loud could possibly break her being – she needed him to hear her. Addaya cleared her voice, using all the strength she could to say, “I’m right here.”

[forrestxdweller-blog]

Unfathomable, it seemed, an existence without her. Forrest could remember his life before Addaya, sure. But he couldn’t remember the point of it, the purpose. To be there for her. The meaning of life was simple as that. To see the inquisitive quirk in her smile, or soak in the tempered, brilliant words she had to say. And yet, inevitably, the thought ricocheted about his head still. His personal nightmare. 

“I’m coming.” He delved between the towering trees, navigating over twigs and leaves crunching beneath his steps. Forrest couldn’t find the joke in this, the way to make light of it like he usually did. Was she scared? God, he had to find her. His steps quickened, eyes fleeting back and forth to catch a glimpse of the girl. A part of him tried to dwell on the truth that Addaya was more than capable on her own, that her wit or her strength wouldn’t fall short. 

‘Forrest.’

His head snapped toward the sound, the direction of his path altering in it’s favour. An intrinsic reaction, one that didn’t require thought. “Addaya?!” Forrest shouted back, breaking into a sprint. And there she was, stumbling over branches and all alone. Large, fast strides closed the distance between them, and he didn’t waste a moment in draping the blanket he’d brought around her shoulders, nor enclosing her frame tightly in his arms. “I’m here, Adds. Right here,” Forrest assured, his eyes closed as he murmured into her hair. 

They opened the next second, though, and he reluctantly released her. “Are you hurt?” Subconsciously, his hands tucked away loose strands of her hair. He found her, he found her, he found her. The terror that buzzed in his veins died down, instead replaced with, well, love. It was always present within him for Addaya, but now it practically radiated out of his pores. “Are you okay?”

[forrestxdweller-blog]

A full moon, to most, went generally unnoticed. Possibly a passing glance, nothing more than a vague acknowledgement. Not for the werewolves of Hogwarts. Not for Addaya Greyback. And therefore, not for Forrest Fadly. Two sides of a coin, either of the two very seldom left the other’s side. That night, and every one of it’s kind since he’d met the girl, however, he didn’t have a choice. “Aye,” he nodded a distracted greeting to Nefetari and her boyfriend, returning from the trees. 

Forrest had been able to at least contain his concern up until that point, but now it surfaced to contort his features. Addaya’s older sister was usually the last of them to return. “Where are you?” He asked, barely a whisper, as if somehow, wherever she was, she’d hear his voice and come walking back to him. Why wasn’t she back yet? Had something happened to her? She was out there alone. Addaya was in the Forbidden Forrest alone. He took a step toward the trees.

And then another, and another. Forrest had promised he wouldn’t follow her, but he’d sooner break it than stand idly by when he could be with her. Really, there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for her. It had never been a slow build up, never casual, never hidden under his nose. The very first time he spoke to Addaya, a nervous first year, bearing the weight of a room almost entirely full of stranger’s judging, he’d felt it. He’d felt it for six years since. 

Everything he was, everything he had, ( which, wasn’t very much, admittedly, ) it belonged to Addaya. Always had. Always would.

So he walked closer and closer to the trees, undaunted by whatever may have lurked beyond. The only fear he felt stemmed from the unspeakable, terrifying thought that his concerns were founded. That something had happened to her. It was a fear that had his brows knitted in worry, that had the potential to shatter his world entirely. “Come on, little wolf. I’m here. I’m right there.”  

[forrestxdweller-blog]

sloanemars:

     “No, you’ll only fall under my good graces. I       love both, too. It’s the best holiday, and there       are lots of candy, so it wins. Christmas who?”       She nodded her head. “Yeah, I see. I’d recommend       getting a couple of things ready, depending on how       you’re feeling that day.”

“Christmas, who?” He repeated agreeably. ( Truthfully, he adored Christmas as much as a boy’s heart could muster. But why argue when Halloween was just as good, and so very close? ) “Gotcha’, gotcha’.” Forrest nodded, thankful for the tips. “How y’been, then, love? Aside from the obligatory Halloween planning.”

[forrestxdweller-blog]

rxversals:

“Can’t say I’m impressed.” She smiled, only slightly teasing him. “I can say, however, that the poor little kid would’ve believed you if you kept it the short version, Forrest.”

“You break my heart, Nina,” he chuckled softly. “Y’think so, do ya’? Well, shit. Shall I go get him back, then, try again a second time? Or pick a fresh one. What say you, lass?”

[forrestxdweller-blog]

addayagrcyback:

Jumping, no, practically bouncing onto the scene, Addaya smiled over at Forrest, “showing him why Atlantis is real, aye?” she asked, practically mirroring his accent. Of course, it wasn’t in a way that was rudely mocking, just in a way that she sometimes slipped into when she was around him. Going back to her regular voice, she continued, “you showed him the evidence the Muggles digged up in 2017, right?”

“Hey, lady,” he greeted, pulling Addaya gently toward himself to plant a peck upon her cheek. “Aye, love, you know me too well. Even down to the accent. Sure I’m not going to lose my mystery anytime soon and you’re going to find a cooler, more aloof best friend? Just make sure he’s not Irish, nor named anything to do with nature. —- Actually, no, wouldn’t sit right with me even if he was American and named Shopping Mall.” Forrest cocked a single, furry brow, “’course I did. What am I, an Atlantis amateur? Unfortunately I think the little lad would have believed it much more coming from you —- you’re prettier than I am. And I’m not saying this just ‘cause I like ya’.”

[forrestxdweller-blog]

“See, lad? And that’s why Atlantis is real. I’d bet it on my life,” Forrest finished explaining to the first year —- an hour and a half after he begun. 

[forrestxdweller-blog]

sloanemars:

     “Are you genuinely excited for Halloween because       it’s Halloween, or are you just excited for the feast?”

Sloane flipped the page of the catalogue, her eyes landong on a Wendigo ensemble before darting back to her company.

     “Oh, or is it both? As for the costume, I’m not sure       where I’ll end up. Maybe I’ll have my brother buy       them all and have his girlfriend try them on to see       which one looks better. What about you, do you       have a costume planned?”

“Would ya’ judge me if I said a bitta’ both?” Forrest asked, rolling out a chuckle. Halloween was one of his favourites: even if he’d like to spend it with his parents too, the holiday at the castle was always a blast. “Sounds like a plan,” he nodded, enthused. “I got a few things in mind —- but honest, it’s touch and go at this point, lass. I keep going back and forth, y’know?”

[forrestxdweller-blog]

sloanemars:

Sloane was rifling through a Halloween costumes catalogue her brother had sent her ( Slade’s own form of fun, knowing how much she loved the holiday and dressing up, but never being able to ), before she glanced up at the other in front of her.

     “You know, I found it kind of odd that no one’s ever put on        Halloween costumes, but then I look at what everyone’s        wearing.”

“I am so excited for Halloween, a lad can barely contain himself,” Forrest said, beaming rather brightly. “Y’got a costume planned, then, lass? Wait, wait, no. Don’t tell me. It’s gonna be just like Christmas: surprises!!!”

[xrowanclaw-blog]

“Well it was a lot more stifling for those of us closer to the ground, believe me.” She said in reply, a quick smile lighting up her face. She laughed, Hogwarts was probably the freshest air she’d ever had access to on a regular basis, living in London, “I’ll take your word for it. And if I ever take a day off classes to go to Ireland, I’ll tell McGonagall that it was your suggestion.” She gave a wry grin before laughing at his description of her uncle, knowing there were a few frightened eleven-year-olds who would disagree. “I’m sure he’ll be glad to know someone appreciates his theatrics.” Rowan nodded, gesturing to the area around her, “Well I haven’t run into anyone else around here but I’m sure people will start leaving the lake soon if they haven’t already…” She trailed off, looking back at the crowd in the distance, her smile dimmed. She shook her head, looking back at him and cracking another smile, laughing softly, “I love the forest. Well, what I’ve seen, which isn’t too much–don’t want to run afoul any of the creatures that might want to eat me. I stay on the outskirts but it’s lovely.” She shrugged, “But I usually stick to daytime wandering. What about you? Does your name give you a keen insight into the workings of the forest? A mental map, maybe?”

[forrestxdweller-blog]

“I’ll try to sympathise, but ah, we tall folk —- we’re not akin to lowering ourselves to understand the wee folk,” Forrest lightheartedly teased, a strange contrast to the intensity of the night in general. A welcome one, nonetheless. Though it wasn’t easy to avoid the thought that perhaps making jokes on such an occasion was decidedly insensitive, he resolved that the Universe would forgive him in favour of Rowan’s pleasant smile. “Cheers, lass. Really, one can’t say they’ve experienced fresh air until they’ve been,” Forrest assured. His features warmed even further when she spoke of the forest, and again at her underlying respect of the creatures it homed. “Aye, second to Ireland, forests are me favourite places to be. Though you are right, daytime wandering with this particular one is likely the best, and safest choice. Not to say that all the beasties roaming in there are out to hurt us witches and wizards —- but nice to give them their space just as they do for us.” He’d always had a strong connection to nature, and at the suggestion it was linked to his name, Forrest rolled out a hearty few chuckles. “A mental map? Sadly not. Any chances you could point me in the proper direction where a lad might be able to find one of those?”

[xrowanclaw-blog]

Relaxing marginally when she saw his face–she hadn’t even realized how tense she was–Rowan lowered her wand a bit, eyes adjusting to the area around them, now brightly lit by both of their wands. “I’m fine, just… needed some air.” She said, smiling to prove it. Even though the memorial had been held outside, it still felt stifling. “I’m Rowan.” She said, sticking her hand out. “Ollivander. And you’re Forrest, right?” Forrest Fadly. One year above her in Ravenclaw and–well, that was about the extent of her knowledge. She explained, “I have a good memory for names.” And wands, among other things, just like Garrick. “Though hopefully it doesn’t come off as creepy as when my uncle does it at the shop.” She murmured a bit absently, glancing off into the forest in thought, “So, um, what brings you out here?”

[forrestxdweller-blog]

“Wouldn’t have a clue why? Certainly wasn’t intense back there, at least not from my angle. Then, I am rather tall,” he tried to joke, offering her a small smile, half in self jest. “Though, being honest here, if you’re looking for air, Scotland just isn’t the place for it, lass. Ireland, that’s where the best air is at, crisp as a Sunday morning. Pay no attention to the accent, this has nothing to do with bias, just the truth,” he conveniently added in, words thick as always with his undeniable Irish drawl. “Nice t’formally meet ya, Rowan... Ollivander, aye?” His smile grew, then, wide and true as his always was. “Not at all, your uncle’s a right laugh.” Forrest dipped his hands into his pockets, “was actually looking round for a friend. But if she hasn’t found me yet there must be a reason for it, so I think I’m relieved of my duty for a few moments, at least.” In truth, Forrest could spend an entire day looking for Addaya if need be, but he didn’t particularly fancy the idea of leaving Rowan alone either. “Y’like it?” He asked, nodding to the forest off to their side. “Best be answering carefully, love. It is my name sake, after all,” he laughed, yet another attempt at humour.

[addayagrcyback-blog]

“I suppose … – I’m supposed to give my condolences, correct?” she whispered to the person next to her, quickly. Not that she didn’t care, it’s just that she didn’t know what to do in these sort of situations. “I’m not used to events like this after someone dies.”

[addayagrcyback-blog]

[forrestxdweller-blog]

“Aye, love,” Forrest encouraged, extending an arm to stretch around Addaya’s shoulders and pull her close in the cold weather. He assumed this type of thing wasn’t familiar to her, and if he could help her he’d do his best. “Best not to be getting used to them, then. Hopefully it’ll be the last we see for a long time to come. You alright?” He asked, now shifting his attention fully toward her. “I saw you talking with Nefetari earlier.”