antonin & lily ✘ blackouts
✘ It was the snap of a twig that created a knee-jerk reaction. One moment, Red watched with a wicked smirk as fire erupted, engulfing trees. People moved nearby but he remained hidden from casualties dragged like fresh meat to safety. The next moment, he withdrew like Devil’s Snare exposed to sunlight. Out popped Antonin Dolohov, blinking away sleepiness and confusion as he adjusted to new surroundings. A dark forest lit up by explosions and brought to life by not so distant screaming.
Set on his face, a silver mask that blocked ragged breathing from properly entering tight lungs and he was quick to remove it, not thinking of who might be nearby, of who may see him in this state. This wasn’t the first time he’d arrived on the scene of horror, confused and terrified, but it hadn’t happened frequently enough for him to know what the fuck to do. Who would know what to do here, now, with fire burning and---
---shit! A girl, pale-faced and in clear agony, rested against a nearby tree, unaware of his presence until--
---he stumbled back like a fucking idiot, the sight of her allowing his foot to crash down against a twig and---
The girl, despite all her body was putting her through, looked towards him and Antonin froze. It was dark, but the chance that she might recognize him beneath vague moonlight and glowing flames was far too great for him to simply take off, appearing guilty for sins he did not remember committing. Before she could process anything, Antonin stowed his, or whoever had been cursing his fucking body’s, mask away, and he moved forward.
“You alrigh’?” he asked, trying to speak softly but doing his best not to cause alarm. Genuinely, he wanted to help her, wanted her to help him, too, because Merlin knew what in the fuck was going on here. “You need some help? Look half dead, no offense.”