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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 11, 2009 17:39:04 GMT
I really shouldn't have went to Knockturn.
Slowly, I walk up to the pathway to Fitzy's house. My breathing was still a little off and of course I was still bleeding through my clothes but my cloak covered it and it wasn't flowing like before.
Looking around, it still had to be around three or so in the morning, glancing at the lights on the curbs as I finally reach his door.
It's like he's not going to notice someone attacked me. I couldn't lie about it. Well I could, just he wouldn't believe me. I raise my hand to knock on the door, hopefully he'll hear it cause I really don't want to go home and let three children see their mother, bleeding with broken bones and faint marks of injury on her face, arms, you name it.
I sigh a little after the second knock, pulling the red cloak around me even though it's soaked with my blood, but it's cold and I'm not letting myself freeze to death after all that.
I really shouldn't have went to Knockturn, then I wouldn't have to be in front of this door right now.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 12, 2009 2:45:18 GMT
By rights, I shouldn't hear a knock on the door at three in the morning. I'm not that light a sleeper. Tonight, I just so happen to have woken up abruptly because... actually, I don't know why. Maybe some telepathic sense.
It's a good thing I did though, obviously, because on my way back from getting a drink of water, I happen to hear the door... and after my usual round of paranoia, pull it open to find Shelby there covered in blood.
"Jesus Christ, Shell, what happened?"
((Meh, short, couldn't be bothered.))
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 12, 2009 4:25:55 GMT
I glance up at him, giving Fitzy a faint smile like I always do when I come to see him. Except this isn't a typical visit at all. "He told me not to say... threatened the kids and my life." I say softly with a bit of worry in the tone before shifting a little on my slightly healed leg. Logan didn't fully heal it. I guess he was just used to more injuring magic than healing.
"I think I need to lay down or something. Maybe a shower to get this blood off of me... I don't know." I mumble before slowly taking a couple more steps as a way to ask if I could come into the house. I doubt he would say no right now, not in my condition.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 3:57:38 GMT
"Wait... what?" I as, shaking my sleep-deprived head even as I automatically open the door further so she can come in. "Not a brilliant strategy, Shell, hinting that somebody did this but then saying you can't say. In future, try just lying outright."
I'm eying her worriedly even though the sarcasm, because she really looks hurt.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 4:07:12 GMT
"Sorry that I didn't lie to you?" I say looking back at him before untying my cloak. "I think it's sort of obvious who did this, don't you think?" I ask before wincing slightly. I would lay down onto the couch but seeing as my clothes were blood stained, that wasn't a great idea. "Can you try to heal me some so I can stop bleeding and then borrow some clothes if you don't mind?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 4:12:06 GMT
"Oh, right. I forgot about the fact that you show up here covered in blood in a regular basic, so I should know automatically who the hell it was," I snap, then shake my head. Heightington and Logan both spring to mind immediately and simultaneously, with Riyann not far behind, and none seems more likely than another.
"I'm no good at healing by the way," I add in a much more civil tone, drawing my wand but not sure what to do. I don't think I even know the spell.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 4:15:14 GMT
I walk over to him and frown deeply. It's not like I asked for Logan to attack me. "You don't have to be a jerk like you normally are." I mutter back to him before sighing briefly. "It was Logan. Cruicoed me in the temple and everything in between."
I sigh lightly again before biting my lip. "I guess I can try I suppose..." I say before glancing down at my blood stained hands trying to heal some of the more drastic wounds.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 4:21:17 GMT
I have to close my eyes, clenching my jaw and fists and muttering under my breath, "... fucking kill him...." in order to try and get a grip on myself, but eventually I manage.
"Sorry, but I think it's three a.m. and I'm worried, all right?" I eye her warily, wishing I was anything close to helpful. "Are you all right, besides the obvious?"
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 4:29:29 GMT
"No, you can't say a word to him. He threatened to kill me and my kids." I say glancing at him with a frown still. "I know, I know. You're worried?" I ask before tilting my head slightly as the bleeding started to stop finally. Glancing down at my shirt and jeans I frown even more before nodding faintly. "Yeah, just tired a bit is all because the obvious."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 4:34:38 GMT
"I didn't say I was going to say anything to him, I said I was going to kill him," I mutter unnecessarily. "Or just turn him in. Screw Arden and her threats."
I glance at her again, glad to see she seems to know what she's doing. "Mm, tired would make sense at three a.m. Where did you run into him anyway?"
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 4:38:11 GMT
"That either. I don't need you dead." I say before shaking my head faintly before biting my lip. I sigh a little, already knowing he wasn't going to like my answer. "Knockturn Alley?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 4:44:39 GMT
"And again, I didn't - Knockturn Alley?" I repeat halfway through the halfhearted argument, raising my eyebrows but then just shaking my head. "Right. And you were there why?"
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 4:49:43 GMT
I look at him before wincing slightly as I shift to my left leg. My right was still banged up pretty bad. "I take walks when I have a lot on my mind. I always end up in Knockturn though when I stop thinking about my whereabouts and more of solving my problems." I say before shrugging a bit. "He caught sight of me and took advantage."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 4:56:17 GMT
"Hm." I eye her disapprovingly, then shake my head because I can't really lecture anyone on being careful and the like. "Need to tell Arden to get a stronger leash then," I mutter finally.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 5:01:22 GMT
"What? I can go for walks." I say crossing my arms lightly. "It's not like I'm your girlfriend or anything." Seeing as I'm now single. I shift again before laughing faintly at his statement. "So can I take a quick shower then and borrow some clothes? I would like to get my blood off of me."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 5:06:53 GMT
"Yeah, sure," I shrug. Though I don't know what the hell I have around here that will fit you.
"And I know you're not, and I know you're allowed," I add a touch defensively, then stifle a yawn.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 5:11:40 GMT
I nod faintly before shrugging a bit. "I'll just wear a t-shirt or button up shirt if that's okay?" I ask before mentally slapping myself but instead I bite my lip. "Sorry about that." I look at him slightly confused on why he's being so defensive about that. "I was just stating that I wasn't. You don't need to throw up a wall." I add to my statements before walking over to the bathroom and locking the door as I started to take a shower.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 5:15:45 GMT
Like I said, it's just too bloody early, I think with a mental sigh, not bothering to say it out loud and either she'll hear it or she won't. In the meantime, I go fetch her a shirt, leaving it outside the bathroom door and falling backward on the couch, knowing I won't actually fall back asleep but at least I can pretend.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 5:20:27 GMT
After a few minutes, I open the door faintly, seeing Fitzy was asleep on the couch or at least he might be. Glancing around I notice a shirt on the ground and smile weakly before wincing as I grab it. Putting on the button up shirt I walk into the living room and poke him lightly. "Hey you. I need to sleep there unless I'm sleeping in your bed with you this time." I say softly before feeling a few droplets of water from my hair fall and hit him in the face, causing me to laugh a little.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 5:23:38 GMT
"Mm...." I groan faintly, not opening my eyes. "You can go ahead and sleep in my bed by yourself, I don't care. Just as long as I don't have to move."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 5:27:07 GMT
"But. Please?" I whine faintly before poking him again in the arm. "I don't want to sleep by myself, especially tonight."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 5:29:41 GMT
I consider that briefly, until my mind starts wandering, and finally sit up shaking my head. "Understandable, so I hope that you realize I'm not remotely serious when I say that I hate you right now."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 5:31:21 GMT
I smile faintly before nodding at him. "Thank you." I add before leaning down a little and kissing his cheek. "Come on then."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 5:33:41 GMT
"It's my bloody house, you can't give me orders," I mutter, only half making sense even to myself as I start to follow her, then realize in a slight panic that I forgot to relock the door after I let her in, and quickly move to do that.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 5:38:46 GMT
"I can if I want." I say before watching him hurry to the door to lock it. I walk into his bedroom and glance around before climbing slowly into his bed and pulling the covers up as I stare at the doorway.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 5:44:31 GMT
Dammit, that was stupid of me, and I spend a few extra seconds glowering at the doorknob for a minute before shaking my head and heading back to my room. I'm trying to ignore how weird it is that Shelby's here, but finally I don't want to bother anymore.
"You realize how weird this is, if you're not... we're not... anything in particular, right?" I ask, sitting on the edge of the bed and raising my eyebrows at her.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 5:48:23 GMT
Looking over at him for a second, I simply shrug and smile at him weakly. "I know. As much as I wish we were but I understand. You don't know what love is and you said you'd let me know once you figured it out." I say before turning over on my side to face him.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 5:56:08 GMT
"Good synopsis," I mutter, then shrug, glancing at her. "I might have some idea though."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 13, 2009 5:59:51 GMT
"Thanks, I think." before tilting my head slightly at the next thing he said. "Really? Care to explain?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 13, 2009 15:54:59 GMT
"... Maybe... when it's not three in the morning," I shrug, lying down. "Probably more intelligible that way."
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