I’ve been compiling interior design pics bc we’ll be building a new house within the next 5 years and I just NOW recognized the pattern of what I keep bookmarking
Where is my Credece Barebone + Harry Potter friendship fic. Where is the fic about Credence rescuing Harry from the Dursleys. Do I really have to write this myself?? Again?
Nine I despise you but really I don't but look at what you made me do.
this monstrosity of writing came around because of your bloody idea
it's your fault
The darkness wasn't really causing much of an effect to her mood, though the general damp, cold air was a bit unnerving- she was dressed for summer. T-shirt and jeans, which was as summery as she got, but still. And here she was, pacing some medieval cell because something happened, something got all screwed up somewhere along the line (they'd caught up with one of J's "friends"), and now they were here. Maybe they went back in time, maybe they were on another planet, she didn't actually know, and neither did J, as it seemed.
Just that they were stuck. Some time back, they'd set up a bit of a link, just so they could communicate a bit easier- or just for kicks. Honestly, she figured he was a bit lonely or something, seeing as his people could easily jump around in eachother's heads, and here he was, on earth with a bunch of monkeys- well, that was a bit harsh. Anyway, it was also just to see if they could, though her dad usually said "just because you can, doesn't mean you should."
It didn't cause any problems, not after the actual link was created, with a couple headaches and a few other hitches- everything ran smooth after that. Except that he was shutting her out right now, just words, no emotions. They'd put them in different cells, which was really beginning to freak her out- he just kept telling her to stay calm, and that he'd fix this, they wouldn't harm her because she was just a human- they'd probably take her back home when the trial was done.
Well, the trial was done. She wasn't receiving word from J, but with a bit of prodding, she could almost catch a feeling- fear. Fear was there, and then he stopped shutting her out, the emotion was almost overwhelming, and she pulled back, but there wasn't anything she could do. She still had him there, like he was right next to her-
His voice echoed down the hall. She could hear him, they must of been nearby, he-
he was screaming. They were hurting him, she could feel it, and in flashes, she could even see, just red, all red and then the usual blackness of her own vision. She could hear herself shouting, hands wrapped around the bars of her cell, face pressed through the gaps- they were hurting him, why, why couldn't they just
just do what?
Just kill him, was that what she wanted?
Her own scream mingled with his, and she found herself on the stone floor, hands over the sides of her head.
It was quiet.
Cold, very cold.
Dark, as usual, that was almost comforting but
empty
everything was gone, she felt numb.
But why was it so quiet? She almost couldn't place it until
He was dead.
Gone, like he had left a space in her mind, a place that wasn't occupied.
Feleen shuddered, trying to find him, somewhere, he had to be somewhere, maybe he just cut the link so she wouldn't have to feel what he was, that seemed like something he would of done, but
