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bluesoul-oldsoul:

Mer flashed back to the bored vicious voice threatening her sisters, the loose floaty feeling, hands that…she flinched away from the half memories and pulled back slightly. “I can’t talk about that part. Not yet.” She wiped her eyes quickly before looking back up at him. “And Carrie has always been on the edge of pulling me out. She’s a stickler for the rules, and neither of my sisters have ever been good at that.”

Gus looked at her worriedly, but nodded. “Don’t worry, take your time,” he said gently. He frowned, thinking of Theo. He wasn’t much good with rules either. But that didn’t mean he should be allowed to even talk to Gus. “What a Merlinawful lady.” He smiled sadly at her, holding up the letter before pocketing it securely. “But don’t worry, we won’t let her get away with it.” Concern back on his face, he asked, “Where are you staying, then? Is it a nice place, at least?”

#pmer

misunderstood-badboy:

“Hippogriffs? Unicorns?” He held back a distressed wail. What was a thestral, though? Marco followed him, looking at each of the owls curiously. Why were they all so creepy looking?

“Y-yeah! They’re r-really cool, if you kn-know how to handle them p-properly.” He nodded at the owls. “See any y-you like?”

#pmarco

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bluesoul-oldsoul:

As he wrapped her in a hug, Mer froze for a moment in surprise before wrapping her arms around him and clutching him tightly. She breathed hard, trying to hold back tears but it felt like it was a losing battle. “I’m sorry. Thank you. I’m…I’m going to try and become an emancipated minor, because I can’t think of anything else, but the process isn’t fast, and I need to know that they are ok. I’m so stupid, I should have been able to handle this, but it was all so fast. I don’t mean to be a bother, I just don’t know who I could ask.”

“You’re not a bother. You’re never a bother. Thank you for trusting me. And you’re not stupid. Weird crazy things happen. You found all the loopholes, now all we have to do is make it happen.” He frowned, still hugging her. “Why did this all happen now, though? Seems kind of abrupt.”

#pmer

misunderstood-badboy:

Marco stepped in quickly, holding the door so his friend could walk in after him. “Thank you.” He looked around at the animals, feeling a little intimidated. “Animals are impressive.”

Gus nodded at Marco as he went in, and followed. He grinned excitedly at Marco’s comment. “Y-Yeah! And these are j-just the p-pets. Wait for C-Care of M-Magical C-Creatures, you’ll get to s-see hippogriffs and unicorns, and th-thestrals! Well, if you c-can s-see thestrals.” He walked over to the owl section and peered at the birds.

#cmarco

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bluesoul-oldsoul:

Mer had no idea a simple question could hurt so much. He had a right to know, and maybe she needed to talk about it, but how did you say something like this? Taking a deep breath around the tight ball in her throat, she said quietly, “I’m not living with them anymore. Carrie, my social worker, decided that the environment was ‘unsuitable’. Ok, so things happened at the carnival and I was far from my best, but she visited by surprise and suddenly she’s decided that this proves Flora and Fauna are bad influences and I have to go live with a foster family, and I’m not allowed to see them anymore even though they need me, and I can’t -” Slightly appalled at the way the story spilled out, Mer closed her mouth. She hadn’t meant to start sounding so panicked, she was supposed to be in control, supposed to be on top of things. Feeling the tears start to build she closed her eyes for a second and breathed deeply, trying to push everything into a quiet corner before she spoke again. “The letter will tell them everything they need to know about taking care of the house, and that I’m all right, and what I’m planning to do this next. I’m going to fix it.”

Gus looked at her in horror. From what it sounded like, her sisters were her life To suddenly have that ripped away from her... He slid from his seat as she finished speaking, walking up to her wordlessly and wrapping her in a gentle hug. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, “If anyone can fix it, it will definitely be you. And anything you need, just ask, okay? Anything.”

#pmer

misunderstood-badboy:

“..Understandable.” He smiled at the small owl, scratching her head a few more times before pulling his hand away. “Can she carry letters?” Marco looked over at Gus curiously. “I’m glad I helped then.”

“Y-Yeah! N-No packages or anything, and it t-takes her a little longer to g-get places than a r-regular owl, b-but she’s p-pretty strong.” He ran a thumb over Nugget’s head softly as she clicked her beak at him. Holding the door to the shop open for Marco, Gus smiled shyly. “Y-Yeah. Th-thanks.”

#cmarco

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Broken Throne // Gus & Cherie

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cherie-notafraid:

“I…” She wanted to say yes. She really did need a hug, but if he hugged her she knew she would fall into a million pieces on him. “I do not need a hug. I need to be alone. Now.”

Gus’s mouth opened a little of its own accord, his stomach clenching painfully, his face hurt. He took a step back. He should have seen this coming. A rift had been forming between them. He could be overthinking it; she might just want some alone time. But he didn’t believe that. He’d really thought she was different, that she’d be the one person to stay, maybe forever. He should have known better. No one wanted to stay long in his company. “I...okay,” he said, his voice cracking. ”Okay.” Turning hesitantly, he made to leave, glancing over his shoulder at her.

#ow #how dare #pcherie

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bluesoul-oldsoul:

Mer took the butterbeer with a grateful smile, but she didn’t take a drink. Instead she just held it for a second, trying to clear her head. “I’m sorry, part of my reasons for selfish. I need to ask you for a favor, and I couldn’t think how else to do this, but…” reaching into her pocket, she drew out a thick letter addressed to both of her sisters, “could you give this to Flora? She’ll make sure that both she and Fauna read it. I’d send it myself, but I’m not allowed to contact them to facilitate my ‘adjustment’. I didn’t know how else to get this to them.”

Gus took the letter carefully, staring at the neat handwriting for a second before looking up at her with concern, his voice soft. “What do you mean you can’t contact them? Don’t you live with them?” He swallowed. “I mean, of course I can give it to them, but...Mer, what happened?”

misunderstood-badboy:

“How do you tell if they like you?” He offered another small smile, looking up as he continued to scratch Nugget’s head. Marco found himself relieved that the other boy obliged – he didn’t seem to think him weird, which was good. “Thanks for this.”

“Well, o-owls are m-mostly s-sight b-based, so if they c-close their eyes they l-leave themselves v-vulnerable. M-Meaning they t-trust you.” Gus grinned at the other boy. “N-No, thank y-you! You s-saved me from another b-boring day of j-job hunting.” He nodded at the approaching shop. “Th-that’s the one.”

#cmarco

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bluesoul-oldsoul:

Mer walked carefully down the street, focused on her breathing and in looking like she was calm and controlled. She was back in her usual clothes - pleated knee length blue skirt and her buttoned collared shirt, giving her comfort in how much it hid her from view (not that she had any wounds that could be seen, all of that was hidden as well). But as she walked into the Three Broomsticks and saw Gus waiting, she had to blink back tears. God it was so good to see him, and to know that he had come just because she had asked. She’d forgotten what that was like. Walking quickly, she sat across from him. “Hi. Thank you so much for coming. I realize it was probably short notice, but…things have moved rather quickly here.

Gus jumped a little as she slid into the seat across from him. He smiled in relief. She’d made it. “Of course. And I don’t have much of a busy schedule anyway. N-Not that I wouldn’t be here if I did! I’d definitely come no matter what. Whenever you need me.” He smiled awkwardly, sliding her one of the butterbeers. “Uh, so what’s up?”

#pmer

In a Pickle || Cool Cucumbers

Gus walked into the Three Broomsticks hurriedly, tugging at his clothes. They’d become much too big again, given the worsening of his condition. They were also slightly dirty and smelled persistently of pine needles from his current forest-living situation. He would have tried to wash them if he hadn’t been in such a rush to get here. Combing his fingers through his shaggy hair in hopes to make it look somewhat presentable, he grabbed a table and ordered two butterbeers while he waited for Mer to show up. He still had some emergency cash, and he could stomach liquids for the most part. Besides, from the urgency of her letter, it sounded like she might need one.

#pmer

misunderstood-badboy:

Marco carefully reached a hand out, using his index finger to gently scratch the owl. He smiled slightly. “I’m not sure how I pictured how owls felt, but this definitely wasn’t it. It’s so sofftttt…” The teen looked up at the older boy, an idea forming in his head. “Would you… Uh… Go with me to pick out an owl? I mean, you seem knowledgeable about them..” The request left him mentally smacking himself, but he didn’t want to go alone. One: he didn’t really have the slightest clue where to go. Two: his pursuer was out there, somewhere, waiting for him.

Gus grinned at the gentleness with which the other boy scratched Nugget’s head. The bird closed her eyes, her beak opening a little in happiness. “I think s-she likes y-you.” As Marco requested his company, Gus blinked rapidly in surprise, and then smiled excitedly. “Y-Yeah, s-sure!” He wasn’t the sort people invited with them places, so he was glad of the opportunity. “Uh, th-this way.” He started walking, looking after him to make sure the boy was following.

#cmarco

Hi Gus. It's fine, you don't need to worry about it, and you can use the back of this one to respond. This afternoon maybe? The Three Broomsticks? Things aren't really all right, but it'll be easier to explain in person. I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience. ~ Mer

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Gus, could I meet you in Hogsmeade sometime soon? I need a favor and I don't know who else I can ask. I could maybe use a friend as well. ~ Mer

Gus blinked as an unfamiliar owl swooped in with a letter. He didn’t get a lot of letters, except the ones he’d been trying to avoid from his family, and this writing was much neater than Theo’s chicken scrawl. Opening and reading it, his brows knitted in worry. Rummaging around in his pack, he pulled out a pen. Flipping the parchment over, he wrote on the back. He didn’t have enough money to buy any more. He hoped this was okay. Finishing, he tied the message to the owl’s leg and sent it off.

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-Bumps into someone in Hogsmede-

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bluesoul-oldsoul:

“It’s fine. I mean, it really isn’t so bad, its just a lot because I’m not as used to it, but people do this kind of thing all the time. Besides, what else could I do?” It was what she kept telling herself whenever the load started to feel too hard, because she should be strong enough to carry it and her sisters. It was her job. But at his offer, she smiled, leaning up on her tip toes to kiss him on the cheek. “That’s sweet of you, but you don’t need to worry about me. If you really want, you can stop by and help out, though I can only offer you a meal as recompense. But mostly its just sweeping and the like.”

#tw: vomit mention?#not really but just to be safe #cmer

misunderstood-badboy:

There was no chance that Marco would get a rat or a frog – but the cat was tempting. Sending his own letters would also be a treat – but what if the person who had been threatening him figured out which owl was his? What if he harmed his owl? The thought made him shake. As Nugget flew down, Marco raised his hands over his mouth to prevent himself from squeaking. It was so little – well, littler than he expected. He lowered his hands slowly, grinning. “Oh man.. Are the owls trained? They don’t try and claw at you, right?”

Gus cupped his hands around his owl tenderly, offering the small bird to Marco like a proud dad. “M-most are. N-Nugget wouldn’t hurt anything she c-can’t eat. The p-pet sh-shops usually t-tell you which are the ones that d-do n-nip or s-scratch.” He fidgeted a little. “If you w-want, I c-can handle them f-first to s-see what their t-temperment is. I’ve had worse than a f-few owl n-nibbles.”

#proud dad #cmarco

wilde-beast:

He frowned, not responding right away. He needed a minute to not repeat himself. Finally, after a long while, Adam dropped his arms and turned back towards Gus. “No one knows, right? About you.”

“N-no. Just Violet. And Cherie. But I don’t talk to many people...and not many people even know who I am, so...” Gus shrugged.

#cadam

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