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The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open}} « Thread Started on Jul 22, 2007, 6:13am »
He was eighteen and he could do now whatever he pleased. Under the law he couldn't be forced to do his parent's bidding, which would have had him serving his recuperative sentence at home. Now he simply lay on his bed, his hands twitching spasmodically when he released them from the awful clenches that were completely involuntary. Or not.
Somehow the pain of feeling his longer than usual fingernails digging into his palm, the tension that eventually felt as if his hand was about to fracture, eased the pain he felt inside just a bit. Had he had a razor... But he wasn't brave enough to go that far. Alessandro Zorion just laid on his bed at his dorm, where he had insisted he was better off than in the hospital wing.
There there had been pain, and failed attempt upon failed attempt to restore his eyesight by agonizing procedures. Which was not an improvement over where he was now. Here there was solitude, after he had shouted his roommates out of the place and threatened with whatever curses he could muster at this point. But he had not meant it seriously, and some part of him still hoped they would return. Yet not with pity, which he could feel hanging on their every words. With what, he didn't know. But he loathed the solitude.
It was beyond shame. It was far exceeding shame. It was defeat. Not over a stupid battle from which he could bounce back and come again. But from the war. What use was an invalid in this contest f death and Death Eaters? What could he do now, blind? So very, very little. And the horror of the thought was before him as if mocking.
It had been a long fall from Ego. He had absolutely no clue what to look forward to.
His eyes stared unblinking, unseen at the ceiling and burned furiously. Even tears were now denied to him. Save for this horrible stinging, this scalding sensation.
Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #1 on Jul 24, 2007, 7:30pm »
The battle had caused such pain and such grief over the inhabitants of Anima Eterna, that Cyril Nimeras doubted that it would ever completely heal. Sadly, the Prefect had been unable to do much, except Stun and Disarm a few Death Eaters, for he had found himself buried alive when the barriers on the third floor fell.
Thank goodness for the Protego Durus spell. OK, so, it stopped working about half an hour after it had been cast, but it protected him from the worst. Although the Seventh Year had found himself with a broken arm, and some broken ribs, he had managed to survive.
And that was something in and of itself. After waiting for what seemed like hours in the Leale Common Room (he wasn't one of the life-or-death cases, not by far, the seventeen year old had been free to go.
Some days later, he had been sitting in his dorm, reading a book or the other, when Zorion had arrived, shouted and screamed and overall threatened to curse them if they didn't leave.
Still, he wasn't letting his roommate kick him out of his... room. Yup, no chance. So he crept up the stairs as soundlessly as he could, hoping that his footsteps wouldn't alert the angry Zorion of his presence.
Now, let's be realistic, the guy couldn't even point a wand anymore. Of course, Cyril would never dream of making fun of his roommate for something like that... No, he would never want anyone to end up blind. Least of all somebody who seemed to love books so much.
After opening the door, which, to his horror, creaked ominously, the Spirito made his way to his bed, let himself fall down on it, grabbed 'The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six and started reading, somewhat conscious of the noise he made every time he turned a page.
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Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #2 on Jul 24, 2007, 9:56pm »
He couldn't see his roommate's face as the other boy barged inside. Pretty much, that's what it sounded like. But Aless knew that his senses were just adapting and overcompensating for the lack of sight. Already his hearing was much sharper, and he could feel the texture of the bed covers under his fingers in finer detail than he had ever before.
It wasn't so much that he felt more than before. He had to be frank and honest with himself. He had not gained super senses, or his remaining four become in any way enhanced. It was simply that they were more heavily relied on. And without sight, where everything was pitch black in his mind, there was a sort of eerie calm in his mind that allowed him to pay more attention to the other senses.
The turning of each page was... Torture. Did Cyril not understand he couldn't read anymore? Or was he still sore about the Duplicatus spell he'd accidentally performed months ago? It wasn't as if their relationship thus far had been chummy. Strained, detached, aloof were words better used to describe it. So, was this revenge? What sort of sick bastard was he?
"Will you cut that out?!" He had not meant to scream. Or had he even raised his voice. No, he'd spoken rather loudly, and felt every ounce of meanness in his voice. Good. So what? If the other one was too stupid to figure it out that he was fucking blind, he had to learn somewhere somehow!
Involuntarily, Aless sighed. Again the prickling, burning in the eyes. That horrible feeling that meant he would have cried if his tear ducts were still intact. A lasting effect of the curse he'd suffered. It was as if under the pressure of all that was on him, he was caving in.
"I'm sorry!" He said, sobbing, but still no tears.
What a fucked up sight he must look. As if he'd ever know. As if he'd ever see again. Oh, of course, the healers had said there was a small possibility that the curse would wear off in time, and he'd recovered some of his sight. As it was, however, they had no idea what type of malicious spell it had been, and what might counter it, or how its lingering effects might fade out. Or not.
Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #3 on Jul 24, 2007, 10:30pm »
Quite truthfully, even knowing what losing one of your senses did to the others (strengthening them), Cyril wasn't really thinking about 'hurting' his roommate. The Prefect just wanted to read in peace, for God's sake.
And, quite frankly, the Common Room wasn't the best place to do so, seeing as it was full of mourning people. Phrases such as 'He died... I can't believe he died...' or 'She's gone... forever' filled the air every few seconds, and, quite frankly, the Brit did not feel like listening to the woes of other people.
He was so lucky, in a way, because he didn't really have any close friends at AE. And he wasn't really worried. Yes, he was sad at the destruction, at the deaths and everything else. But, right now? He just needed to escape the gloomy atmosphere.
Torturing Alessandro wasn't really what the Spirito wanted to do. Loving books as much as he did, one would have thought that the Londoner would understand the Zorion's pain at not being able to read anymore.
Sore? Come on, even Cyril could admit that other people made mistakes. And, in retrospective, it had been a rather funny spell. But, having a clone wasn't really something that the Nimeras boy wanted. Perhaps they weren't the best of friends... but still...
"Will you cut that out?!" The sudden cry made the seventeen year old raise his head, to look at his roommate. It was all he could do not to drop the book, which had, strangely, become rather heavy. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sounds would come out of it.
The stupidity of his actions crept up on him rather quickly, and he got up to leave the room as quickly as he could, but Alessandro spoke again, stopping the Nimeras on his tracks."I'm sorry!"
The Prefect shook his head, and, remembering that his roommate could not longer see, spoke. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't think that my reading---" He stopped speaking rather suddenly, looking around to avoid looking at the now vacant-looking eyes of Alessandro Zorion.
"I'll... I'll just leave you alone, then." he muttered, turning toward the door, stopping just as he reached it. "I'm sorry for that, mate."
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Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #4 on Jul 25, 2007, 6:09pm »
"I'll... I'll just leave you alone, then."
No! "Don't leave," Zorion said sadly, hoping to communicate as much as possible through his voice. "I was an idiot, I'm sorry. Stay?"
Damn it. Sure Cyril was not his friend, but it wasn't as if he had that many. For starters, forget about joining the swim team! That was a hope long gone, since he couldn't see. And until he gained some sort of sense of orientation in this unknown world of darkness, he could barely even walk in a straight line. Insecurity plagued him.
Whereas before he might have been a little bit arrogant. At least about knowledge, about his ability as a wizard. This whole thing sucked so much, and he felt his right fist clench until it was so painful that he had to will his muscles to relax. To accept his fate.
At least there was no scarring from the curse. The healers had seen to it, and for that he was thankful. Even if he could not see it himself in any mirror, he at least wouldn't be repulsive to others. But he had no idea how his eyes looked. No one had told him, no one dared, he guessed. And rightly so. He'd been in such a foul mood lately. Uncalled for, really.
He sat up at his end of the bed and leaned forward a little to pat the hopefully empty space before him. Wordlessly indicating to Cyril to sit there. Only that he did not like this nonverbal communication. As if it robbed him of yet another sense, and he abruptly spoke, "Please, sit."
Aless knew the other boy was still standing because he had not heard him walk back towards his own bed. Walking made a particular sound, which had more to do with the clothing worn than with the footfalls on the floors.
Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #5 on Jul 25, 2007, 8:02pm »
It was a wonder to hear just how... desperate Alessandro seemed. Why the hell did he want Cyril to stay there? There was not even the basis for a friendship between them. In fact, they hardly interacted, unless they had to be partners during a class or something.
"Well... all right." he agreed, but remained standing near the door, waiting for... whatever he was supposed to. Truly, the Prefect could not see what he was supposed to accomplish by staying there. Just offer his company? Perhaps. It was almost impossible to offer any kind of consolation, since, well, you know, the Brit wasn't blind.
With concern in his eyes, the Spirito looked at his roommate, clenching his right fist. An action he recognized as either being very angry or very impotent. Still, no words could come to mind. Just some gratefulness to whatever Gods there existed, because he hadn't ended up blind.
Uncalled for! When such a thing happened to you, foul mood was only to be expected. Perhaps a bit frowned upon by your peers, because, after all, they hadn't had anything to do with your disgrace. Still, it was, at least in Cyril's case, somewhat tolerated. Somewhat.
The Seventh year continued looking at Alessandro, waiting for a speech or something. Instead, he just got an invitation to sit down. Perhaps his roommate wanted to talk about something. Perhaps he needed a friendly person that would be willing to listen.
He walked briskly toward his bed, his robe (yes, he was dressed in a robe, in the middle of the summer) making a slight noise as it moved. As he sat down, he spoke. "Are you all right?"
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Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #6 on Jul 25, 2007, 8:27pm »
He was relieved to hear the rustling of Cyril's robe as he walked, and then feel as the bed moved only slightly when the other one sat down on it. At least the other one wasn't as pissed off with him as all that. Maybe they could work on a sort of friendship. Maybe he wouldn't have to be alone, on top of being blind.
But was it out of pity? Of course, it was. There was no way to avoid feeling pity for someone who had lost their eyesight, Aless thought cruelly, and realistically. He just had to get used to that reaction, at first. And he became determined that pity would not be the only feeling he would henceforth evoke from others around him. However hurt he was, however lost he felt, there was more to him than just sightless eyes.
"Not alright. But getting there. Slowly," He attempted to smile, perhaps the first one he'd given for a long while. "It is a lot to get used to. As if you're living in an entirely different world." He explained to his room mate.
But there was something that he wanted to talk about. A burning question that had been there all along, ever since he had moved into this new room, and met his two roommates. And now that he had taken his focus out of self-pity, he begun to glimpse it. It was a strange thing how he could visualize his thoughts, now, without the interference of actually seeing the world outside of him. As if in the darkness, the things within his mind were clear enough to make themselves vaguely visible. A strange sensation nonetheless.
"Can I ask you a question?" His eyes might have been impassive, seeing nothing and reacting to nothing at all. But his face, he hoped, was lit with expressiveness. He felt shy about asking this, especially after his outburst just seconds before. But now that he had the guy sitting in front of him, on his bed, what better time could there be?
Besides, Luc was elsewhere. Perfect timing, if you thought about it...
Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #7 on Jul 25, 2007, 9:07pm »
As said before, Cyril could, somewhat, understand Alessandro's foul mood, and wasn't about to walk away when he had been asked to stay. Work on a sort of friendship? Eh, well, it could work, it could not. For the moment, Cyril would just sit there and listen to whatever his roommate had to say.
Pity? Well, yeah. It was mostly out of pity. There really was no way to avoid it. Unless you somehow became some sort of heartless bastard. But it wasn't all of it. Believe it or not, Cyril respected the Zorion boy. Even if it was just because he could do magic that Mr. Nimeras could not.
"That's good." The Brit responded, smiling back, before remembering that his roommate could not see him anymore. "Just keep persevering. Where there's a will, there's a way." Nice. Motivational talk. Well, if it stopped the Spirito in front of him from screaming and blandishing his wand around, while inadvertently firing spells... so be it.
The Prefect had once read a book about a boy who lost his eyesight, and, in the end, came to accept it and became a better person. It was a long journey, according to the book. Although he wouldn't dare say it out loud, for fear of angering Aless (people who had pity inflicted upon them tended to be rather... aggressive), he wished that the older boy would eventually recover from the blow.
"Uh... sure. I'll try to answer it to the best of my ability." Oh, please, let it be something like 'Will you read the homework's chapters for me?' or something like that. He really wasn't in the best frame of mind to answer anything like 'Do you think I shall ever recover?'
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Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #8 on Jul 25, 2007, 9:18pm »
Sure he was a blind as a bat, but he could still hear the trepidation in the other's voice when he gave him permission to as the question. Did the other one suspect that he was about to ask a rather delicate question? It was, after all, and he could not believe that he was about to ask it.
He held his breath for a moment, applied all the senses remaining to him into investigating every sound, smell, and feel that he was able to. And then with an exhale asked the question, "Do you think Luc would like to be my boyfriend--or, go out with me sometime? I mean, I know you two have known each other rather longer than I have, and--and well, you know. I just had to ask someone. I mean, is he even gay? I get that feeling, but you can never tell. Do you know if Luc is gay?"
Yeah... a lot in one breath. But he was a nervous wreck right about then. Sure he'd guess that the Nimeras guy was gay, too. And therefore hoped that he had a gaydar of some sort in working order to back his up. But he had long ago noticed that his gaydar worked at one-hundred percent efficiency until he was actually infatuated to the person he was trying to find out about. And then it stopped working and gave out all sorts of anomalous readings.
Aless was keenly aware that this could make things incredibly awkward from now on, but then again, friendships were made like that. And if they could get over the fact... Or--by Merlin--what if the blonde Brit had a crush on Luc? Now that would be the end of all possible friendship. He suddenly felt like a moron, for having asked that question. Such a simple set of words that could disturb their peace, if any had existed between them at all.
Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #9 on Jul 25, 2007, 10:48pm »
Yes, Cyril did in fact suspect that some delicate question was about to pop up. To be quite frank, he was ready to answer anything Alessandro decided to throw his way. Well... almost anything. He fingered his wand absentmindedly, waiting for the question.
Which, for the record, made him stare in disbelief at his roommate, blink several times, and finally choke when he tried to speak, and gasp at the same time. "What?!" he managed to croak out after a while. Of all the questions that he was expecting, this was the strangest one. Luc de Lioncourt, gay? Being Alessandro Zorion's boyfriend?
The world was fucked up. It really was. "I... I'm not sure." The Prefect answered, truthfully. "I hadn't even thought of that possibility." Yes, Cyril was gay. So what? Big deal. Not like he was letting that little tidbit of information out of his mouth anytime soon. "Quite frankly, Luc and I rarely talk, and I know nothing of his... err... sexual preferences." Please, change of topic, change of topic!
But, even though the Spirito didn't want to speak, he found himself doing so. "Luc is rather... reserved, really. I dunno if he would... err... 'go out' with you." What in the name of Merlin was a 'gaydar'? Something that Cyril seriously lacked. Oh, yes. Guessing or 'knowing' that either Luc or Alessandro were gay, was out of his league. Just like casting the Protean Charm was.
Awkward? Hell, yes, it would get very, very awkward from now on. Getting out his wand and obliviating himself seemed like a really good idea. However, he had to discover something else first. "So, I take it that you are gay?" Yeah, I know. The most amazing question ever.
Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #10 on Aug 25, 2007, 8:49pm »
((FINALLY, YAY.))
He went through life with very few thoughts, this boy. Of course, he could realize that in an instant - see that he never focused on friends or romance. He had, what? One family tie? One that had gone missing oh so long ago. It didn't help that Jacques' best friend wouldn't even talk to him about it now.
He was suspicious of Lisa. There seemed to be a few others who'd made the same speculations. However, he'd always thought her pleasant. And surely, the blonde male would never be the one to accuse a lady of such a thing. He couldn't even ask her.
And thus, he'd lost all ability to look her in the eyes. He rarely spoke to her anymore.
This attack, as it were, was wearing on him. He'd made a friend in Artemis Devereux, and now he found her amongst a list of so-called 'casualties'. Pah. Casualties. They came from wars, not these unncessary and highly unprovoked attacks. Did he care? Of course. Did he intend to do anything about it? Never. Violence could never solve more violence.
He only wished others could see that.
Music had become a greater friend yet since he'd lost the two people closest to him, and Luc de Lioncourt had virtually shut himself off. Kept himself locked away from the rest of the world just to compose. Not the notes on a page, no. Himself. He needed to compose himself, so he could face each day with that same impassive stare.
He'd apparently done a good enough job, though he felt almightily weary. At long last, he trudged back to his dorm, rather sure he'd be alone once he got there. Fate had never been a friend of his, though. So it seemed, at any rate.
Nobody had the ability to turn back time. Well, nobody short of extremely rich and/or powerful wizards, which he most certainly was not. The Frenchman was, for lack of a better term, screwed the moment he pushed open that door.
"Do you think Luc would like to be my boyfriend--or, go out with me sometime? I mean, I know you two have known each other rather longer than I have, and--and well, you know. I just had to ask someone. I mean, is he even gay? I get that feeling, but you can never tell. Do you know if Luc is gay?"
Hm. What an interestng question. He himself didn't know anymore - well, alright. He knew, the eldest Spirito just never seemed to act out on it. And he couldn't exactly do the same then, now, could he? Somehow, 'oh Alessandro, let me bring back your sight with a thousand sweet kisses' didn't seem right at all.
Maybe that was what this was? He wasn't entirely sure, though the musician continued to stand in the door, hardly listening as Cyril hesitantly responded. Well, maybe he should... he should voice his own opinion?
"Alessandro?" he piped up, shuffling awkwardly in the room a moment before looking at Cyril with wide blue eyes. Oh, he could already tell he was going to sorely regret coming to his dorm that day.
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Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #11 on Aug 25, 2007, 9:19pm »
So yes, he was nervous to out himself to someone he barely spoke to, and the few times that they had spoken to each other--Cyril and him--was practically always grumpy and querulously on both sides. And coming out is a big step, especially for the only child of a conservative pure-blood magical family. And, and---Luc saying his name all of the sudden!
Like the way glass shatters, Alessandro felt himself be smashed to smithereens by the impact of the surprise. He jumped, quite literally he jumped and would have let out a strangled squeal if his voice had not also managed to flee from fright. The first sensation that his overloaded brain begun to feel was a terrible mix of heat--he was blushing--and cold. The palm of his hands became humid from the inevitable nervous sweat, though surprisingly the rest of his body remained rather... cool in comparison to the room temperature.
Then other thoughts begun to leak in. Like, Cyril. Just the thought of the boy--his fellow roommate--sitting there at the feet of the bed. Sight unavailable, his mind constructed a hazy mental picture of him, which he guessed must have been as awkward in this situation as he'd heard from the earlier words, plus several degrees of shock. And then, suddenly but not unexpectedly: Luc!
What the flying fuck!?
He was screwed now, he knew that. The other boy would react in the worse way possible. For many reasons, and many ways possible for such a reaction to occur. If he were not gay, Aless was sure he'd be beaten up. After all, they had been sharing a dormitory all along and just now he was to find out that the other boy fancied him. Creepy. And if he were gay, it would be equally an unfavorable response. Same reasons, different circumstances, either way he was fucked.
He could see--ironically--in his mind how Luc's thoughts would form, or would have had already formed: No wonder he was so nervous and awkward the day we met! And then the whole broom ride thing! Wow, stupid me for not figuring it out! He's a faerie! And not the winged kind... Goddamn fagot!
Aless died a bit inside. But still no words would come out of his mouth. He was so horrified that he was sure the other two could see him shaking like a leaf--when in truth, he was just very still, with a rather appalled look on his face.
Re: The Sightless Sounds of Breathing Sadly {{Open « Reply #12 on Aug 25, 2007, 9:35pm »
So while they were talking about uncomfortable things, such as one sexuality, Cyril was thinking that the only thing they needed to create more awkardness in the room was Luc de Lioncourt himself popping it and hearing whatever it was that they were saying.
And of course, as it will always happen in these cases, Luc de Lioncourt soon appeared out of what seemed to be thin eyes and spoke Alessandro's name. And then proceeded to look at Cyril in an extremely bemused way. To which the Brit Spirito could only respond with an equally, if not even more so, bewildered expression.
One really should not jump to conclussions about how fast you were going to be screwed in these situations. And given that the Eight Year was not pointing his wand and them and crying curses at the top of his lungs, everything seemed to be extremely fine... for the moment.
Still, the Prefect couldn't fail to notice the way Alessandro seemed to show his nervousness. Which is to say, looking as though someone had announced he would be struck with the Avada Kedavra in that very instant. Not that it was a pleasant sight to watch, but then again, both boys looked to be equally bewildered by what was happening.
And he was stuck in the middle of it all. Why the hell couldn't Lioncourt move away from the bloody door? The Brit remained quiet, not wanting to interrupt the... 'moment', so to speak. Whipping out his wand and casting a temporary Deafening Hex upon himself seemed like a good idea.
But curiosity always wins in the end and so the Seventh Year continued staring in turns at his roommates, wondering, half-amused, half-scared of what they would say next.
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