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@zabinislythers
“Alcohol isn’t exactly easy to get your hands on as a prisoner so you can have a sip and that’s it because this is all I have to last me for the week.” Aiden explained to the other as he passed along the small silver flask after taking a small sip.
“No, no, it’s okay.” Lyra offered him a smile. “I wouldn’t want to take something so precious from you.”
thebetrothedslytherin:
Josh found himself smiling, feeling some of the weight lifted off of his shoulder just by seeing Lyra’s smile. He’d felt like she’d been holding something back, and been quite reserved since the attack which, of course, he couldn’t blame her but he was truly worried about her. “Good, I’m glad, but I do have something to tell you. I don’t want to upset you or anything but I feel like you need to know that Erin approached me earlier and erm… Well, I think she has her memories back from the sounds of it.”
Lyra’s brows raised slightly in curiosity. Surprisingly, the thoughts that crossed her mind in the few seconds it took for Josh to get to the point did not delve to dark and negative places. Instead, she waited for his words. Though, she couldn’t be prepared for what he had said. She felt the air leave her lungs and there were a few minutes before she was even able to formulate a sentence. Lyra wasn’t sure what this meant. Of course she had always wanted what was best for Josh, even if that didn’t include her -- it was part of the reason she felt so guilty about not telling him the full extent of her condition. And now, he was being so honest with her. She was at a loss, but finally found her words again. “She remembers you?” She met Josh’s gaze and took in a breath. “How?” It was a curious one. The concept of erasing someone’s memory -- a part of who they are never truly sat right with Lyra. Yet, still she felt herself being selfish and wishing that she had never remembered.
merry-macdonald:
Mary nodded with a small smile at the woman’s reply. “Good.” She replied softly. Though the more she looked at the witch the more something told her that she wasn’t doing quite as good as she claimed – not that she was surprised by this. “I know, but I wanted to.” The brunette stated tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “I know we’re on different sides but you seem different from the others and Remus told us how the whole thing had occurred – you tried to help him.” She didn’t want to upset the female by stirring her memories so she tried to keep it short. “You’re going to need help…some friends and I just wanted you to know that you’re not alone and although we are on different sides if you want the help… well… I’m here.”
A small amount of warmth rose in her chest at the witch’s comment. Even though she was a member of the Order, and one of the few people who pretty much knew her entire predicament. It was at least some sort of indication that she wasn’t the type to get word out about the situation -- though the fact she had thought to help her was telling enough. Even if that might have been more for her friend. Though, her next words made her reconsider her thought process. “Us?” She questioned, remembering only the brunette at the scene. Well, besides the werewolf and the stag. She wasn’t comfortable letting others know what had happened, but she supposed she didn’t have much of a say in that regard. Still, the offer of help brought a small but genuine smile to her lips. In her current predicament, as a prisoner and a new werewolf, some help or even a friend would be nice. And although she couldn’t imagine that would go down well with other Death Eaters, there was a lot about her that wouldn’t these days. “Thank you,” she said. “I would like that -- and I appreciate it.” Her gaze moved down to her lap for a moment before moving back to look at her. "But I don't want to cause any trouble for you."
@zabinislythers
Josh had been meaning to speak to his fiancee since he’d had the conversation with Erin but he had no idea what he was going to say or what it meant. Walking into the room he smiled at the witch before closing the gap between them, placing his hands on her waist before pressing his lips to her forehead. Pulling back slightly his hand went up to her face, his thumb gently brushing across her cheek as he tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “How you feeling babe?”
Hearing the door open behind her, Lyra twirled around immediately and was relieved to see that it was only Josh who had entered. It wasn’t as if she had been expecting anyone else, but some people did like to walk in unannounced -- guards especially. A smile found its way to her lips when she felt his hands against her waist, growing even more when he placed a kiss against her forehead. This was one of the few things that made her feel okay. Or at least as if things could be okay. Although, at the same time, every moment she spent with her fiance caused an overwhelming amount of guilt to grow inside her, knowing that she still hadn’t told him the reality of the attack. She’d almost told him a couple times -- promised herself that she would, but at the last minute she would chicken out and walk away from his door, or simply say something unrelated. With the smile still on her lips, she looked up to meet his gaze. “I’m good,” she nodded, her own hand moving to rest lightly on top of his. She always felt better in his company. “Even better now that you’re here.”
@zabinislythers
The young witch knocked on the prisoners door waiting for a reply before opening the door. “I hope I’m not intruding.” She stated entering the room, her usual confidence replaced with a small nervous voice. Mary wasn’t sure what kind of a person the death eater was, whether she had be annoyed by her presence yet she still wanted to check on the witch. “I just wanted to check how you were doing?”
Hearing a knock at the door, Lyra looked up from the book she had been reading. She didn’t have much time to move, however, before the familiar brunette entered the room. Lyra shook her head at the woman’s comment and placed her book on the bedside table. She wasn’t quite sure what the protocol here was. Of course she was thankful to the witch for helping her, but at the same time she occupied a very real and traumatic part of her life that Lyra only wished to forget about -- regardless of whether that was actually possible (it wasn’t). Still, she offered the other witch a small smile and nodded. “I’m doing pretty good,” she said, continuing to nod though she averted her eyes for a moment. It wasn’t exactly a lie. Considering what had happened, she was doing good -- physically, at least. She was alive, after all and she had the brunette to thank for that. That was good. When regarding her mental state, the word might have been less appropriate. “You, uh --” she pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. “You didn’t have to come check on me.” Lyra was surprised that she had bothered, actually, considering the fact they were on opposing sides of this war. Though, if Lyra wasn’t entirely sure of where she stood in regards to Voldemort’s cause before, then she was even less clear about that now. “But, thanks.” She offered the witch another smile.
thebetrothedslytherin:
“And have they? Y'know, been able to erm knock you out.” He asked concerned for, not fully understanding the whole muggle medicines. He didn’t want her to be in pain or to lie awake at night so knowing that the muggles could help her rest, was a comforting thought. “Hey, you can’t think about that. About what ifs. It won’t change anything. It’s happened and now we just need to think of how to move forward with it all.” He squeezed her hand once more and moved to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
Lyra nodded at his question. “They have.” Which she was thankful for, because without them she likely wouldn’t have been able to sleep. She found it difficult to keep her eyes focused on his, but she managed to do so until he stopped talking. She nodded and her eyes flickered back to her hands, where one of his lay too. “Okay.” She was thankful for the comfort, but couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. He didn’t need to be here with her. Though it might have been more sorrow for herself given that she was certain that their future was essentially non-existent from this point onward, and having him near her was only offering her hope. Still, his presence was offering her comfort that she hadn’t thought was possible. “I’m sorry you’re back here.” She said, meeting his gaze again.
howling-lupin:
All he had to do was look at the female to see the turmoil she was going through. The fight she was facing inside her head showed on her face. She probably had a millions questions running through her head. “For a long time I thought people would be able to see past this curse, I know the judgements and the stigma surrounding it but there are people that will look past it - if they care about you enough they won’t turn their backs on you.” He told her hoping it was some sort of comfort. “I kept it hidden from my friends for a while thinking they’d think I was some sort of monster, I mean I am to a degree, but that’s not me that’s something I have no control over and they understand that. They even went as far as trying to help me and cover for me during my transitions.” Remus found himself hoping the woman had someone like his brothers that would help and support her. He would do all he could of course but she’d need support from her own loved ones.
Lyra had a difficult time believing those words. They may have been true for him, someone who was surrounded by those with more open minds, but her situation was not even a fraction similar. She could almost feel the disapproval from her fellow Death Eaters and her family already, and they didn’t even know yet. Only the Order members that had helped her knew. That thought made her sick to her stomach. If only because it would be so easy for them to let it slip -- they had no connection to her, no alliance. There was no reason for them to keep her secret. Then again, there was no reason for them to have offered her help in the first place. She imagined that it was largely to assist him, rather than her. She couldn’t imagine how it must have been to involuntarily attack someone because of an urge he couldn’t control. It didn’t make it better to know that, of course. Lyra supposed that soon she would be able to understand. The mere thought caused her frown to deepen. “You can’t honestly tell me that you think they wouldn’t cast me out.” It was hard. There were a lot of things that Lyra didn’t necessarily agree with about the Death Eaters, but at the same time they were the only thing she knew -- family both by blood and otherwise. She supposed that would be short lived now. “You know them.” She said, meeting his gaze. The Order had their own opinions on Death Eaters and she couldn’t imagine that they included them being open-minded. There were some that might not have judged her as severely, but even then, things would never be the same. She would always be different. Part of her wished she could run away from everything -- but she knew the disease would only follow her. “I’m glad you have friends that can help you.” And she was being genuine. “And I appreciate them helping me, too.” Even if it was an extension of helping their friend. “But I don’t have that.” She shook her head, but managed to stop any tears from passing from her eyes. Perhaps it was wrong to believe that of her friends, but what they were fighting for was directly opposed to the idea of impure blood -- which is a category she now inhabited.
Blood in my mouth
Poison in my veins
And tears in my eyes
I’ll get up again.
thebetrothedslytherin:
Josh raised a brow, “Muggle ones?” He had no issue it, he was just glad they were trying to help her and if they worked did it really matter whether they were wizard medicine or not. “Are they any good?” The male questioned following her gaze to the small paper cup they say in. “Of course I’m worried, but you don’t need to apologise – none of this is your fault.”
Lyra nodded, meeting his gaze. “If they’re supposed to knock you out for a few hours, then they’re pretty good.” She smiled slightly before she nodded again. “It’s surprising, but they help the pain.” It was interesting how muggles didn’t have the potions and spells they had access to, and yet managed to create little pills that helped all the same. “If I hadn’t been out there --” she sighed, looking down at her hands. “He told me to go, before --”
thebetrothedslytherin:
The male nodded, listening to his fiancee.·“Have they given you anything for the pain?” He asked wondering if they could do anything for her if she was still stinging. Josh looked at her sadly, bringing her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to it.·“Well, thank merlin it was’t.” He replied shaking his head at the mere thought of it. The male wasn’t strong enough to live in a world where she didn’t exist. “Why are you apologising? You have nothing to apologise for.” He shook his head bewildered.
Lyra nodded in response to his question. They’d initially given her wizard medicine to help, given the extent of her injuries, but it seemed they had a limited supply of that. "I’m on these little tablets now.” She informed him, her gaze moving to the table where two more sat that she was supposed to take in another hour or so. They only gave her two at a time -- apparently they were strong. They did ease the pain a fair bit, so maybe they were. A smile came to her lips at the action and his following comment. She squeezed his hand in response, though she couldn't agree. She wondered if he would feel the same when -- if she told him the extent of her injuries.·“I just --” She should tell him. Lyra shook her head.·“You seemed worried.”·
howling-lupin:
The male found himself cringing wracked with guilt as the woman’s hand shot to her neck. Although the witch looked away from him, he could still see the tears that had begun to build up in her eyes - and in that moment he’d never hated himself more. He watched as she avoided eye contact with him at all costs, she couldn’t even stand to look at him, he didn’t blame her, of course, as far as she was concerned he was a monster that had just ruined her life. She wasn’t too far from the truth. Her question caught him off guard, he should have expected it really. It was an important question that needed answers. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the answers, well, not a definitive one anyway. A sad expression as painted on the male’s face. He felt guilty that he couldn’t give her an answer that would make everything easier for her. “I can’t fully answer that. I wish I could but I fear I’d just be lying to you as I still find myself asking that question everyday.“ He still kept his distance not wanting to panic the female. "The easiest way I could answer that would be try and rely on those around you, those that care for you. Obviously you can’t go telling everyone, but if you had at least one person you could trust, it would make things easier for you. You won’t feel as alone. I wouldn’t have managed to make it this far without my friends. You’ll find your own little ways as you go along though, small things that bring you joy.” Remus found himself stepping forward as she began to cry, wanting to help some way but after taking a few paces forwards he stopped not knowing whether she’d want him anywhere near her.
Lyra probably shouldn’t have expected a straight forward answer about this. It was very likely that he had felt a similar way to her when he had first experienced his werewolf attack. Yet, that hadn’t occurred to her until she listened to his words. Those words did not help to comfort her though. Rely on those around her? She was surrounded by people who looked down on his kind -- she would never be welcomed by them if she informed them of what had happened and what she would have to deal with. A few may not have reacted as badly, but it was still something that even the most accepting of people would struggle to deal with. Who knew his story, she wondered. Who accepted him? She heard his footsteps come closer to her, and she turned to look at him for the first time. The flashes of the attack did not cease, but through the tears and the struggle, she managed to push them down and keep her gaze on him. He looked so young and so wounded himself, that there was a conflict of emotions inside her. But it didn’t change anything. “And what if no one accepts it -- me?” She looked down at her arm, the dark mark that stretched over her forearm made her chest tight. “How do you make it through then?” She swallowed.
thebetrothedslytherin:
Josh was sure his heart had stopped when the order member had approached him telling him Lyra had been attacked. He rushed to the hospital to be by her side, quizzing the female, he believed to be called Mary, on their way. A wave of nausea overcame him as the words left the brunette mouth. Werewolf attack. The words were enough to strike fear into anyone. Taking a deep breath he slowly pushed the door to her hospital room open, leaving Mary behind as he entered. His tongue darted out his mouth brushing across his dry lips and he tried to think what to say. There were no words that could comfort her. She was lucky to be alive. “Hey” His voice was softer than normal as he walked over to her bedside. Concern and sadness was written across his face as he took in her appearance. It was clear she’d been crying, he couldn’t blame her - it must have been a terrifying experience. “How are you feeling?” Josh asked her though he knew it was a stupid question. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his own.
Lyra’s chest felt tight as she heard her fiancé’s voice fill the otherwise silent room. It was soft and laced with concern, and she hated being the cause of that. She wasn’t even sure what she could say to him, but she offered him a small smile in reply to his greeting. It was forced, but it was the first smile to grace her features since the attack. The feeling of his hand against hers almost made her withdraw, but she’d held back the initial instinct and moments later it filled her with some amount of comfort. Though, she knew it was limited. There was no way he could provide that if he knew the circumstances surrounding her future. She took in a shaky breath and took a few moments to reply. “Still stinging -- but they know what they’re doing here.” She pressed her lips together. Her body was still aching, and her wounds still hurt -- but they were nothing compared to how they felt when the wolf had initially ripped into her skin. But, her mental state was a different story. Lyra was still wondering why they had even bothered to let her live -- to suffer this curse her whole life. Maybe one day she would be thankful, but she still wished they hadn’t at the moment -- maybe that was selfish. "I thought it was the end." She frowned, attempting to keep the tears down. She wished it was. "I'm sorry." For making him worry, for going out alone, for forcing him into such a horrible position (even if he didn't necessarily know it yet), for being so detached right now from him and everythng else.
howling-lupin:
Closed Starter || @zabinislythers
Remus was always a bit disorientated after turning but this time had been worse. Normally he didn’t need to worry about anything because he had his friends to help keep him away from people but this time he’d made a grave error which could have endangered everyone. Images for the night flashed in his mind. The picture of the terrified young woman was forever etched into brain. The male hadn’t left his room in two days, he’d not eaten or slept – he just wanted to disappear. He couldn’t believe what he had done. If only the witch had listen to him– not that he was blaming her, far from it. He knew he was the one to blame, he was the monster, and now he’d turned her into one too. Knowing he couldn’t just stay in his room hiding from his problems he slowly made his way down to the hospital. He had to see her, or at least try to. Remus wanted to apologise to her and offer to help her in whatever way he could. After finally finding out what room she was in he waiting outside her door for a few minutes trying to build up the courage to enter. Scratching the back of his head, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door before pushing it open. He could only imagine what he looked like. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, not to mention the cuts and bruises he was covered in. “Hi…” He cursed himself for being so casual. “I just wanted to come see how you were and apologise … I mean, I know that doesn’t fix things but I just needed to say it.” Remus kept his distance not wanting to scare the female. Wringing his hands he continued, “I’ll help you in whatever way I can.” He couldn’t help the tears brimming his eyes as he saw the condition she was in. A wave of sickness overcame him as he noticed the bandage on her neck from where he’d scratched her.
Hearing the knock at the door, Lyra looked up from the book that was perched on her lap. A nurse had given it to her to help take her mind off of things, but it wasn’t really working. She had been stuck on the same page for what felt like hours, and she wasn’t quite sure what had happened in the last chapter. The words had never fully registered with her. Lyra wasn’t sure anything could distract her from her thoughts, books or company. The latter was less welcome, considering the state she was in. When she reluctantly looked up to see who had entered, she was met with a face that she would probably never forget. A face she didn’t even have a name for, yet he was now such a defining aspect of her life. The moment she looked at him, she saw the wolf on top of her, ripping at her flesh with its razor sharp claws and teeth -- she could almost feel her wounds open up again. Her hand absent-mindedly made its way to her neck before she even realised what she was doing. In reality, it was her fault that this had happened -- she had been out there alone, she hadn’t listened to his request to leave and she had paid for it. But, in practice, she couldn’t help the resentment that she felt towards him. And the pain that even looking at him caused. She felt the tears come to her eyes again and quickly averted her gaze from the young man. At any other moment, she might have felt sorry for him or wanted to help him. He looked just as broken as she felt and he was so young, too. But those feelings were far from the ones that resided inside her at that moment.
The curly-haired witch missed a lot of what he had said, caught up in her own thoughts and emotions and not focusing on the world around her. That is what it had been like for the majority of her time in the hospital so far. He was obviously trying, and sincere in that attempt, too. But, Lyra couldn’t even look at him, much less accept his offer of help. How could she forgive someone who had turned her into a monster? However reluctantly or unwilling that might have been on his part. Yet, she wasn’t sure there was any other choice. How else would she deal with this curse at the next full moon? If she even made it that far. Instead of responding to his comments -- something she wasn’t sure she was ready to do -- she addressed him with a separate question. “How do I live like this?” It wasn’t angry. In fact, her voice was so quiet and she felt so numb from the sadness that she wasn’t even sure it was there any more. She wasn’t even sure she was looking for an answer, the question had just slipped out in the silence that followed the man’s comments. The tears that had been threatening to spill once again ever since she had taken in his face, so different in the light -- and with the obvious crying of his own he had been doing -- they finally spilled over, slowly at first. Her body shook with them, and the droplets fell onto the pages of the book still open on her lap.
closed starter || @thebetrothedslytherin
Lyra’s arms wrapped around her knees as she curled up on the hospital bed, sheets gathered around her. She didn’t know how long she’d been there, sobbing into her arms, blocking out the world around her and, quite frankly, feeling sorry for herself. The wound on her left side pulled with every breath that she took, reminding her of the reason she was stuck there -- the reason her life was practically over. She’d begged them, but they’d let her live anyway. And now, she had about a month to think about how she was going to cope with this. Hearing the door to the room squeak as it opened slowly, Lyra wiped her eyes with her sleeves before looking up at the individual who had just entered. And, her heart dropped to the floor. Just seeing him made made her mind go wild again with these negative thoughts. Luckily, she had a gauze on her neck for the moment, so there was no way of knowing what her injuries actually were, beyond a wound of some sort. But it wouldn’t be long before she’d have to tell him. She did have to tell him, right? It was his life too and he didn’t deserve this.
Another Life || Self Para
Lyra could barely remember how she had got in this position. She didn’t know where she was, besides a hospital somewhere. The white walls, and nurses hovering above her indicated as such. She could feel the pain travelling throughout her whole body, but the burning she felt on the right side of her torso was unbearable. The beast’s teeth had ripped through her shirt, now stained crimson, and had pierced the skin. The wound was still fresh, and the smell of her own blood filled the small room. She tried to turn to look at it, but could barely lift her head without a sharp pain shooting through her neck, and that’s what she remembered. She saw the werewolf on top of her, its claws ripping into her neck. A scream filled the room as she relived the memory. The nurses all reached for her, holding her down. “It’s better not to move. It’ll be okay. We’re going to help you.” She heard the voices, kind as they were, but she couldn’t help but attempt to struggle. Her eyes were wet and stinging from tears and she hadn’t even realised she had been crying. She felt weak, pinned to the bed -- just as she had been pinned to the ground by the wolf who knows how long before this. Her body had even less strength now, with the severe wounds her body was subject to.
“Please.” Lyra’s words echoed through the room. “Please --” The witch’s tears were more obvious now, pouring down her cheeks. She knew what she wanted to tell them, but the words were stuck in her throat. She didn’t want this. Any of it. Why hadn’t she run when he had asked? The image of the man, young and frustrated -- or was he frightened? -- filled her mind. She couldn’t close her eyes without seeing his face -- in both forms that he had taken. Why had she been so stupid. “Please don’t do this.” She said through the tears, begging the nurses -- anyone who would listen to her. She didn’t want this. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. If she had just sat at home and not involved herself with the hands-on dirty work then she would have escaped this. But she couldn’t have done that. “Please just -- just let me die.” The words hung in the air, the room otherwise silent -- in shock. But soon enough murmurs from the other nurses broke the silence, and the one that had spoken to her before bent down and whispered some supposedly comforting words to her. The voice was gentle, but the words did not fully register with her at that moment. All she could focus on was the pain -- her whole body felt worn out -- tired. She felt like she could fall asleep at any moment if it wasn’t for the fact that her body felt as if it was on fire. “Please.” She screamed the word this time, wincing as she did so from the pain that shot through her neck.
With that, what seemed to be a doctor walked through the door and into the room. “We’re going to take good care of you, miss. I promise.” His tone should have been reassuring, it should have given her some sense of comfort. But, it didn’t. This wasn’t her life -- this couldn’t be. She pleaded with them, still, but the pleas fell on deaf ears. They wouldn’t let her die -- even if she wished it. Whether that was honourable or cruel would be a question better answered in the future. For now, it certainly seemed like the latter. Her vision blurred with the excess of tears, and her body grew weaker as the pain grew stronger.
“Please...” It was the last word to pass from her lips before Lyra felt herself plummet into excruciating darkness.
quidditchjones:
Gwenog could only laugh, knowing the tragedy of the situation was enough to either make you laugh or cry, and Gwenog knew which one she would choose. She had to remain positive, in order to return home and to a somewhat normality. “I think we would be asking too much if we expected them to care— however, I appreciate your concern.” She weakly smiled, moving to sit up slightly so she had a better view of the female.
Lyra nodded in agreement. She knew that viewing the prisoners as even worth consideration didn’t come easy for many Death Eater’s. Perhaps she should have held that belief, too. But, she just didn’t. “Whatever we are fighting for, we’re all still human. And no one should be treated less than that.” She offered the other a smile in return.
