timestamp: ——, 26th of october 1950 . · location: diagon alley, the verdant reliquary. ( warded, private space ) · tagging: @snappedwands !
the sun had risen, the moon had set, and artemis fawley was still breathing. she was beaten and bruised, cut and scarred, but alive. that was all she could thank the moon for at the end of the night, that she could see another day. thaxter had found her in the early morning, had dried her tears and bandaged her wounds. he had been her shoulder to lean on, the one that she was more grateful for than she knew what to do with. he had cracked jokes, the pair of them smiling as they went. somewhere along the way, he had begun to bandage the emotional wounds she had suffered too, allowing his companionship to be a blanket for her. she’d told him, at the very least, where she needed to go. that, at least for the time being, the verdant reliquary would be her safehaven.
thaxter had disappeared to go, presumably, get his broom and she wasn’t sure when he would be back. she approaches and is stopped by the pressure of the ward in front of her, she knows what will happen if she steps any further. and so, with no wand to cast and very little of a voice left to shout, she finds herself sitting on the pavement outside of the establishment, knees tucked up and arms folded beneath as she waits. she’s not sure how long it is before she spots movement from within and sees the door beginning to crack open, “ lazarus? ” artemis voices quietly as a familiar figure steps into the threshold. it’s the first time in the entirety of whatever odd relationship they had that his first name passes her lips. she can’t find it inside herself to put up the typically chipper version of herself that mister avery sees. she is simply artemis in this moment. she pushes herself to her feet, attempting to dust off her already torn and dirtied jeans. “ may i come in? ”
