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Haunting images | closed rp with pieorstrudel
realpercivalgraves:
He had been doing well. Really. He had to have been, otherwise they would have never allowed him to get back to his post after only a month of leave. There were protocols about this kind of thing. But he had demanded and cajoled and guilted his healers into releasing him after only a week after he had been found, starving, dehydrated and severely wounded in his own house.
Then came the difficult task of getting himself reinstated. Alone, back at home, a house he had been using as his own, Percival was climbing the walls. There was nothing to focus on but the memories and he was terrified they wouldn’t take him back. What would he have done then? His work was everything he had.
But it was counterproductive to think like that. He was reinstated and Grindlewald was extradited to Germany to be tried and found guilty. He should just get over it. It wasn’t as if he had never been tortured before or kidnapped before. It was part and parcel of being an auror.
Except this had been different. He had always managed to get out of any sticky situation on his own. No one before had ever managed to get so deep under his skin, to break him so thoroughly. Even now, three months after the whole ordeal he would get flashbacks. He never could predict what would set it off.
Just like now. He had been reading a report and had nudged a scroll off his able. It rolled under his desk and he bent to retrieve it. Suddenly he was back in his prison. It was dark and claustrophobic. No enough air. He had no idea of the passage of time. Had he been here hours, days, years? Would he ever get out? He could not remember how human touch felt. Just pain. His muscles were still spasming from the last cruciatus curse, his arms hurt from being tight behind his back. Magic dampening cuffs. He couldn’t even fight the invasion of his mind. Grindlewald’s icy reach all over his thoughts and memories. He was shaking.
He couldn’t breathe.
Queenie knew. Despite not wanting to know all of the time. Before all of this had happened, Mr Graves had his walls so built up that she never even heard a whisper of his emotions or feelings - now, it was rather difficult for her to shut him out.
When he returned to work so quickly, it had caught her off guard -- she hadn’t expected him to be back so soon. No one did. No one should be back that soon after something like that. The blonde had said nothing to or about him, she didn’t feel as if she could.
She had heard him as she was walking through the corridors of MACUSA, having an overwhelming urge to pick up her pace to find her way to his office. Queenie bounced on her feet with a quick and purposeful stride, knocking on the door and pushing it to see if it was open.
“Mr Graves.” Her soft voice called out, thin brows furrowing together as she stood there. “Are you alright, hun?”
In Depth Headcanon Prompts;
☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?
miistergraves:
Percival gave a slight nod, smiling. “Well, I don’t have any siblings but I imagine if I did, I’d be inclined to be OVERPROTECTIVE of them.” He’d grown up alone for the most part, save for their house elf and the two no-maj children who’d lived in a nearby town he’d befriended one summer. It hadn’t been a lengthy friendship. Needless to say, his father hadn’t approved. “Aren’t you protective of her as well?”
A nod, anyone should be over their siblings, or that what she supposed. Fingers tapped against her other hand as she shuffled herself upon the chair. “Oh, of course I am. We’ve ALWAYS looked after each other. We’ve all we got.”
tolcveistodestrcy:
Gellert kept his cloak on. The Deathly Hallow necklace laid on his chest, on his shirt. He responded: “Oh, don’t you worry. I am used to smaller apartments. My own home is not that big either.” He carefully sat down and gazed at her. “Has public view on your sister changed? I saw her in the newspaper regarding Grindelwald’s capture.”
A nod, she made sure that everything that had been left this morning was still as it was before turning to the man. The question caught her off guard; why did he want to know? “...I don’t know, hun. Tina ten’s to keep me out of that sor’ of thing, she likes to think she’s protectin’ me. She’s more appreciated now, people are thankful for her work.”
But we made ‘em cocoa.
miistergraves:
“I would hope you enjoyed your hobby.” Percival raised an eyebrow, smirking. He didn’t have much time for HOBBIES of any kind. If someone asked him to name one he would have to think on it, certainly. Cooking, however, was not one. “I’m sure it goes both ways.” He’d only seen the sisters together a handful of times but it was apparent that they both cared very deeply for one another.
“Oh, I do!” Queenie replied, grinning wide as she smiled over to him. A nod of her head, gently placing her fork down to lean it against her plate. “Teenie has ALWAYS been there for me -- ever since our parents died. Tho’ she does ten’ to protect me a lit’le too much.”
fantasticbaker:
“You need to talk about somethin’, hon? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you, really.”
The blonde paused for a moment, her pink lips pressing together as she thought of a way to word this. “D’ya ever think it would be easier if I was normal, hun?”
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tolcveistodestrcy:
They entered the house. Gellert responded: “Still… I believe a thank you is the least I can say in exchange.” He looked around the apartment. “Nice place you have got here.”
A smile was flashed at the other, pushing the door closed with a pink heel, before moving over to the kitchen area of the apartment. “It’s not much -- but it’s fine for me an’ m’sister.” Blue hues flicked over to him as she shrugged off her pink coat and placed allowed it to move and hang itself up.
i’m trying to be more active, i tend to struggle with canon characters (especially when there’s not too much to go on). my muse tend to waver, and i’m focused on one of my OCs at the moment; mostly because i love her so much. there are a few things in the queue.
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Jacob vs Demiguise - deleted scene (pt 1 of 2)
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miistergraves:
“Well, it’s hardly a terrible hobby to have.” Probably one of the better ones. Certainly a very useful one. Percival had never spent much time PRACTICING cooking charms. He’d only gotten the hang of cleaning charms because of daily use but charm work had never been his strong suit. “I’m sure Tina appreciates it.”
“I suppose not.” The blonde GRINNED, her shoulders shrugging delicately -- “It’s just somethin’ that I enjoy doin’.” She had dabbled in both cooking and cleaning charms, Queenie took on my of the domestic role (even at work) while Tina was more of the career girl. “I’m sure she does, she’s done so much for me.”
@fantasticbaker liked THIS for a starer.
“ But the voice inside sings a different song What is wrong with me?”
( like for a lyric starter )