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Post by Vasilisa Alyona Konstantinov on Nov 3, 2011 14:14:02 GMT 1
The stinging sharpness of a murderer’s blade. Her words landing on an insane killer’s ears. The sound of footsteps echoing across the main chamber. The relief she felt when she saw a few faces from the rescue squad composed of aurors. Christian’s face as he stared at her… his face displayed too many emotions it broke her heart… and as she looked at him, she felt her ability to morph began to slip along with her calm demeanor just like once before… And then, she woke up.
Ironically, it had been three days since all the horrible things happened and yet all the feelings she felt that day came back in the dream so vividly. Her sleeping position cause her injured arm to hurt so badly that whatever sleepiness she had left after the dream was lost. Sighing, she got up and went to a place that was deserted and far from the Slytherin dormitory, the astronomy tower. It was around half past ten in the evening when she reached the tower. Upon sitting down, she gently rolled up her sleeve and removed the makeshift bandage she place on it. It was not bleeding the way it did when she got it. And for that she was thankful… then all of a sudden, there was a shadow and she saw a familiar pair of shoes right in front of her. Controlled by instinct, she quickly morphed the wound away. Unfortunately, the bondage on her hand is not morph-able… along with the small amount of fresh blood that appeared to oozed out unblemished skin, reminding her that she was a mere metamorphmagus, not self-healing. |
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Post by christian on Nov 3, 2011 16:49:15 GMT 1
Christian tossed and turned on his bed, still unable to sleep. Apparently, he has been thinking about a lot of things and the more he dwelled on these thoughts, the more sleep was eluding him and so after almost a half hour of frantic tossing and turning, he finally gave up. He got up from his bed and looked at his pocket watch: it was now a quarter past ten in the evening. Deciding that sleep is not the best way to try and escape from his thoughts, he dressed up swiftly and in a few minutes, he walked past the doors of the common room into the chilly corridors. The next thing on his list is to decide where he should go and spend some time…he tried to rack his brains into thinking what place would best suit the occasion and when he immediately thought of it, he quickly but quietly walked.
While walking, he could not help but remember the events that happened just three days ago, when he was on the verge of madness because he wanted to fight the notorious ripper who killed more than half of the guards all because of a single girl. When this girl apparently tried to save him from being dealt with the final blow by the ripper’s sword, he felt a sudden edge of despair and sadness and as he stared into her, he could sense something familiar…like he was supposed to feel something but it seemed inappropriate for the situation. And as he climbed up the stairs leading to the towers, he knew that something awaits him at the top. His expectations were fulfilled when he saw the familiar figure of someone close to his heart, but upon watching her actions, he could sense something was terribly wrong. And as he found himself walking right in front of her, he saw everything he needed to see. “Vasilisa…” he trailed off as he reached out tentatively for her injured arm and held it gently against his own.
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Post by Vasilisa Alyona Konstantinov on Nov 3, 2011 17:20:14 GMT 1
The owner of the shoes did not have to utter a word. He did not have to move either. She knew who it was. Vasilisa was too acquainted with him. Even his shadow was so familiar to her. At any other moment, she would have felt so comfortable and at home in his presence. But, that night was an exception. She felt like a child caught by her nanny with one hand stuck in a cookie jar. She felt so naive to have checked her wound inside the castle. As her bluish violet eyes followed his gentle actions, Vasilisa remained silent for she had no clue what to say to him.
It pains her to see him worry so she decided to comfort him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s healing well.” Vasilisa said, a small genuine smile on her face. For the first time since the incident, she felt unsure of… everything. She had no idea how Christian interpreted what he saw. From the morphing to the fact that she was wounded exactly where the girl who looked like Prue saved him. She did not know what was on Christian’s mind at the moment and she would have traded anything to get even just a piece of his mind. “I haven’t seen you since breakfast today… is everything alright?” Vasilisa asked, concerned. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by christian on Nov 3, 2011 17:37:58 GMT 1
As Christian held her injured arm, his mind flashed back into the time he was saved. His keen eyes caught everything that happened, especially where she was hit and he was sure she was hit pretty good by the slash of the ripper’s sword. However, as his hazel eyes bored deep into her bluish violet ones, he could see a million emotions permeating through. He sighed as he continued to examine her arm, and realizing that it seemed like her cover was blown, he decided to remain silent about it for the time being.
When he heard her tell him not to worry, that the wound was healing pretty well, he could feel his heart shatter into a million pieces that instant. He was not that naïve not to see the extent of the injury; as a swordsman, he knew wounds very well, knowing how extensive they could be depending on the blow. That wound however, looked hardly like it was healing well. And from the look in her eyes, he knew that she wanted to know badly what he was thinking. “Oh…I just didn’t feel like eating any, that’s all,” he answered swiftly when she commented about him not being seen at breakfast that day. He merely nodded curtly as she asked him if everything was alright. He then gently lowered her injured arm and enveloped her into a hug. “I missed you…you have no idea how much I suffered…” was all he said as he hugged her tightly, fighting the urge to let his tears fall.
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Post by Vasilisa Alyona Konstantinov on Nov 3, 2011 18:12:44 GMT 1
One of the things that Vasilisa loved about Christian was his ability to surprise her. Yes she knew him well and sometimes she could predict what he would say or how he would react but there were times when she was so clueless as to how he would play his role on the stage called life. That night was one of those times. From what she could deduce from his expression, saying he had a lot of things in mind would be putting it lightly. It was quite obvious that he was enlightened by the wound about the truth behind some past events; but, when he didn’t say anything about it, she was.. surprised.
Vasilisa felt her heart break at the sight of his expression upon hearing her supposedly comforting words. A part of her wanted to say she ran into a stray branch and earned the wound just to make him feel better… but she didn’t want to lie to him. Not telling him everything was difficult. Telling him a lie was harder. “I’ve missed you too. So much.” Vasilisa said, her voice barely above whisper. Her heart skipped a beat when he hugged her and she hugged him back. She sighed in contentment as she enjoyed the warmth of his presence. “I’m so happy to see you again. It’s be-“ She trailed off, biting her lip in pain as she felt her injured arm being pressed against Christian’s torso. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by christian on Nov 3, 2011 18:35:03 GMT 1
As Christian hugged her, he could feel her warmth and he missed it greatly. After the event happened, he had to keep himself away from everyone, including her in order to give him some time to recover and save himself. Now that he was with Vasilisa once again, he felt so happy that he could feel like he was flying…until he saw the look on her face as she winced. He gently disengaged himself from her and whispered, “Are you alright?” Knowing that she was in considerable pain, he quickly swept her into his arms and moved her into a spot where they could sit comfortably. He then lowered her down into one of the stone benches and sat down next to her.
“That is quite an injury, I’d say,” he then commented as he took her injured arm gently again and examined it thoroughly. He knew that the ripper was already aiming to kill him during that moment and that if not for her interfering, the ripper would have delivered that killing blow on him and he would have been six feet under the ground already. He immediately cringed over the thought. A minute of silence passed between the two of them, neither wanted to start speaking at all. Then, as though by instinct, he went over to her uninjured side and sat down again. Using his left hand, he gently guided her head so as it rested on his shoulder. “I actually did not expect you be here though…what made you come over here?” he asked.
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Post by Vasilisa Alyona Konstantinov on Nov 5, 2011 7:13:45 GMT 1
She was in great pain and the next thing she knew her head was resting comfortably on Christian’s shoulder. Despite the slight throbbing of her upper arm, she could not help but smile. The manner Christian helped her to the bench was gentle… like he always had been to her. His sweet and familiar gesture was enough for her to forget the pain. It was both a familiar and relaxing position for her. Beside him, she felt so at home, so safe, she would have fallen asleep if it were not for the slight throbbing in her arm and the sweet idea of staying up beside Christian.
“It was. But, it has been healing great.” Vasilisa almost gave in to the urge to conceal the wound using her ability but she stopped herself automatically… she was not used to morphing in someone presence. But it was Christian and she did not want him to hurt any longer. She knew seeing her wound hurt him so she slowly morphed it away, until the skin looked unblemished again. She took the bondage and gently wiped the blood on her skin. And just like that, her arm looked normal again. “I needed some air. I dreamed about the ripper.” Vasilisa said, her voice soft. She moved a little closer to him and stayed quiet, enjoying his company. |
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Post by christian on Nov 5, 2011 16:12:59 GMT 1
The scenario was indeed perfect: the cold night, the perfect hour of chilling out and Vasilisa cuddled close to him. Christian could not ask for more. He suffered greatly during the time he was recovering from the ordeal and seeing her meant that he would well be on the road to recovery. He tilted his head slightly so that it rested softly against hers and placed an arm on her other shoulder, pulling close. He could feel her warmth against his and he sighed in contentment as they shared a meaningful silence together.
The night would have been picture perfect if not for the minor things that he noticed during the course of time. First off was the fact that her injured arm seemed to look better. He could not understand how it happened but he decided to keep quiet about it so as not to disturb her reverie for he knew that it was his presence that she needed the most and he did not want to spoil it for her. However, what actually disturbed him was the statement that she uttered. He actually gripped her shoulder a bit harder that he used to and pulled her even closer to him so as her head was already lying on his chest. “You dreamed about him, you say? Tell me what happened,” he said as he gently enveloped her into a hug.
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Post by Vasilisa Alyona Konstantinov on Nov 6, 2011 8:29:20 GMT 1
Vasilisa went along with Christian’s hug and found herself enveloped in his arms; with her head on his chest and his arms around her, she felt more secured and at peace than she had been feeling this past days. As she savoured the feeling of being this close to him, her mind raced. If she had been conversing with anyone except Christian, she would not be in this situation. The young Slytherin would have lied about the reason why she was out of bed. It was easy to formulate a reason if the need arose. And with her logic, she would have made it very realistic and very convincing. But, it was not the case. She was with Christian and she could not lie like that. Not to him.
Vasilisa was well aware that he was waiting for a response. She knew how Christian was always concerned about her. She was sure he was disturbed by the idea of her dreaming about a fugitive, a murderer. I dreamed of the moment I got this. She wanted to say while pointing at her injured arm; but, instead she said: “It was brief. I saw his face and his unreadable… mad expression. The sight of it gave me goose bumps. Then I felt the pain of the slash on my arm. I woke up shortly after that.” She then gently got out of Christian’s arms but stayed seated close to him. She took a deep breath and quickly thought of she would add something else... something that would help him know the truth. “It was like a replay of the encounter you had with the ripper. You were there and so was Prue.” She added after a pause, her eyes fixed on Christian’s face, trying to psychologize him. |
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Post by christian on Nov 6, 2011 9:46:16 GMT 1
As Christian hugged her, he knew that she could hear his heatbeat. He was quite surprised at the fact that they were this close. However, he knew that she needed his company more than ever. As he listened to her relate her dream, he could not help but be anxious. His heartbeat started to become erratic as he was hearing the gory details. He then closed his eyes and pictured the event, and suddenly, something hit him. The shock of actually remembering the event did not surprise him at all because he knew that he managed to realize something…
Vasilisa must have felt and realized his light bulb moment that is why she got out of his embrace. On top of that, his heart started to beat erratically, as indicated when he became nervous about something. And it didn’t help to calm his heartbeat at all when he heard her next statement. Suddenly, he felt the pieces of his puzzle fitting in. Finally he would get the chance to know the truth behind her words. He noticed her eyes fixed right on his as though she was studying his reaction so he smiled sweetly then cupped her face gently on his hands and said, “So are you ready to tell your participation in this event? Please tell me. I beg you. I’ve been tormented with the same thoughts of it every evening and I really wanted to know it badly. Please…” he trailed off as he leaned his head on hers, his hands still cupping her face.
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