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eachdraidh2014-07-15 03:26 am
brainiest) wrote in eachdraidh2014-07-15 03:26 am
( video ; seelie + unseelie )
(ooc: link to a video representation here! tw for torture/blood)
THE DREAM;
THE DREAM;
[ It starts of as nothing more than blackness and screaming, the sounds flickering desperately and the panicked breathing soon taking over. When Hermione remembers this moment it's the pain that surfaces first, then the panic, then the horror of her memories, but it takes so, so long for the memories to crawl out and be more than just echoed sounds.ADDED ABOUT AN HOUR LATER, text;
Then there are visions, flashes of a face bearing into her own, whispering to her and a wand moving in front of her eyes, the sound of a curse echoing around her body as she screams with the pain, twitching. Her vision swims, now, from the agony, even as she lies through her teeth - and she is lying, desperately, not expecting to be believed but relishing the fact that even now, when she's on her back on a cold floor with a witch trying to Crucio her to death, she can protect her best friends.
It doesn't take long for the other woman to come back and take over Hermione's light of sight completely, leaning close and shouting in her face even as she tries to bite back desperate sobs. It's almost impossible, not with the ravaging pain that's taking over her, and it's not until the woman moves to the side and jerks forward, body twitching as she does something out of Hermione's vision but she still screams, body lurching and everything twisting as she tries to get away.
Everything is burning pain and agony and there's nothing she can do but breathe and try to keep going, despite her tears, desperate sobs that overtake the entire nightmare. The one word that echoes, over and over, is Mudblood; mudblood, mudblood, each hiss like a stab to her heart and another cut to her body.
Eventually, finally, the screaming is over, her voice is hoarse, and she's left just... Staring. Her gaze is a little fuzzy and distant, a little lost, and her hands twitch a little, her body readjusting to it's pain threshold being pushed too far, too fast, pulling all her energy out of her and leaving her worse for it. Eventually there are more whispered shouts behind her and a hand lifts, grabbing her, a knife pressed to her throat and her best friends in front of her, their lives on the line again and she'd failed --
and then she wakes up. ]
I don't suppose there's any way to get rid of this, is there? I'm sorry for anyone who had to see that. I'm truly sorry.
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[ the tortoise was the winner of his race, wasn't he? the hare had exhausted himself by running — luke doesn't view himself as the hare, having been running at this pace for a good decade of his life. but simply because someone's fast doesn't mean the slower of the two has no chance to catch up and overtake. ]
Something Hermione Granger doesn't know? Color me shocked. But that's why there's people around who do know. Like me — it is simple. Ghosts exists — when summoned. Bitches like her get punished in the afterlife. The explanation for the sky being blue may be complex, but not everything is layered like an onion.
[ not everything is an ogre, despite it looking big and scary and completely and utterly intimidating. sometimes, they are. most often than not, they aren't. the afterlife is one thing luke knows better than hermione ever will — luckily for him, she'd missed his own slip. he's been to hell and back on a converse shoe flying carpet ride a few times. he knows what he's talking about, even if he has yet to experience the afterlife himself, having his own journey hijacked by fairies. but the afterlife exists — perhaps hades in her world is a little quieter, without the lameass record label as a gateway to hell. ]
It looked like it did. I thought wands broke if you try and use them to carve your initials into trees.
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[ she could probably do something. a bit of magic. some speed boost. tease him a bit. something. she isn't sure because this isn't really anything serious but she appreciates it all the same; getting her mind off the horrible things that are being broadcast over the network, echoing, constantly, here and there. ]
I'm not omniscient, you know. Just well learned. There are too many conflicting ideas as to what happens when you die, especially in different worlds with ghosts and coming back from the dead - all sorts. It's too much for anyone to spend too long thinking about, I think. It'd make your head hurt. I'd like to think people are treated the way they deserve for the things they did in their lifetimes, however.
[ did you really just make a shrek reference luke. seriously. if she was in her right mind she would be questioning him about meeting hades like, now, but she's still a little broken up considering her situation. breathing out, she smiles to herself, trying to make herself feel better even as she replies. ]
No. Wands break if they're snapped or damaged beyond repair. She didn't use her wand. She used a knife.
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[ there's a very small thought blossoming in luke's head that hermione granger not giving up easily will one day come to bite him in the ass. those who insist on seeing good in him when he hasn't even begun his spiel on how he's the bad guy, the wicked old crone, in this fairytale are people who are going to cause trouble for him. ]
You know what they say — Karma's a bitch. There's no way to say it without earning soap in my mouth, so I hope you choose your most sweet-smelling, Hermione Granger.
[ even if hades doesn't exist in her world, karma does. it's universal, touching almost every world those within drabwurld hail from, from the elves to the wizards to even the demigods. luke's met karma on her doorstep, and he can't say he hadn't welcomed her with open arms. ]
[ he doesn't particularly want to ask, but. ]
A muggle knife?
[ reading it over, it seems stupid to ask, but considering sticks are a source of power for her, and purebloods dislike muggles, luke feels like there's a point to him asking, even if it's buried beneath his own wince. ]
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Oh, I will. Perhaps some lavender, or a little gillyweed- then you'd have gills to breathe through the soapy mess. I'm good, aren't I?
[ perhaps karma did exist. perhaps bellatrix got what she deserves. either way, hermione is happy to dismiss it, to let it go, to not think about bellatrix lestrange again. even her wand still haunted her and hermione wished there was a way for her to get rid of it where she'd feel entirely comfortable. there isn't, though, and, so, it's her burden to bear.
finally, another reply comes through. ]
No. A cursed one. That's why I can't remove the scar.
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[ even though luke thinks he'd be safe in a pool of water, or even the ocean, over time, he's still uncomfortable being within poseidon's domain. he may be dead, or somehow forgiven, or something that would stop the god of the sea from drowning him slowly, but luke can't quite live with himself for trying to attack a boy who had merely been as blinded and lost as he is. another hero meeting his own dragon, but instead of it being ladon, it had been luke castellan trying to claw him to death. ]
[ luke's tempted to ask if she's proud of it, including it within her muggleborn and proud motto, but it's not a question he wishes to ask, finding his fingers typing something else entirely. ]
I got mine from a dragon. I don't know if you've ever read about Ladon, but he's my Bellatrix. Can't really remove it. Doubt Apollo would want to, anyway.
[ in the tradition of greek gods being parents, he's a piece of shit, too. halcyon green had deserved a better father, just as thalia did, and just as he did. but it's a rant he doesn't want to type, nor even think of, overcome with a grief he hasn't felt in years. ]