It Only Comes in Waves || Alecto & Sirius || August 5th, 2015
@notanotherblack
At some point it was bound to get easier. It had been well over a week since the leak and three days since duty had dragged her from the dark comfort of a downward spiral but her nerves still wouldn’t lay flat. They kept jumping at every beep and whistle she heard walking down the street and worse in her study. At first she had thought it was another break another shift into depths where whispering poisons felt real enough to scream. She’d finally flung her mobile, conspicuously lacking any new messages from the blonde who had gifted it to her, into a wall but even if she hadn’t it couldn’t have interrupted her at work. Alecto was particular about her workspace being clear of distractions and contaminants. The leak had made it obvious that she had been right to classify the seemingly harmless device as belonging to both categories so when she heard that familiar jingle echo discordantly against the hum of magic at the same moment that an intern glanced too guiltily at her pocket something in Alecto snapped.
“For fuck’s safe, Go home Carrow!” Dark eyes flashed dangerously towards her boss’ voice away from the intern sobbing weakly within her grip. She considered him through the haze of red that pulsed in time with the needy ache climbing up her spine. Come to work Alecto. Go home Carrow. It seemed the man could hardly make up his mind where to put her. Bones ground in the younger girl’s wrist and she let out a quiet yelp. “Alecto. You’re tired I’ll deal with her you go on home now,”he coaxed keeping an even tone and finally after another long moment Alecto loosened her grasp enough for the girl to slip free and turned on her heel to stalk out of the room.
Threads of daylight still clung to the sky when she walked out of the building an unusual sight on a normal day and hurried towards home wary of the revealing light. There was an angry buzzing in her mind that grew worse every time she could feel a passerby’s eyes catch on her for longer than she deemed appropriate. By the time she reached her stoop her tongue had grown sharp lashing against the inside of gritted teeth and she was fairly ready to bolt through her door...a door that she found blocked by the back view of a familiar form. Sirius? The jagged edges of her mood grew sharp with surprise and rubbed against what should have been excitement. “It’s fucking Wednes...”she bit down on her words as soon as she drew close enough to see him clearly any hint of malice fleeing at the look on his face. It was near enough to make her gaze flicker to a small black dot on her wrist expecting red or blue. “Sirius? What’s happened?,”she moved towards her door pausing as she debated reaching out for his hand to pull him closer.