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Post by James Novak on Jul 14, 2015 11:49:35 GMT -5
You know he wasn't sure how many times this curse had been used against him, but he knew he would never get use to it. It was the worst sort of unnatural pain that is just all consuming and no matter how many times you are exposed to it you will never get use to it. And his father had the curse down to a science, he knew exactly want points to hit on his body that were the most painful. His vision had gone all blurry but he could make out his father standing out in front of Delia, his words sharp and clear and Delia calling out to him and he winced some, goddamnit this stupid fucking curse. He wanted to reply and tell her that he would be okay that he deal with this all the time but there wasn't enough air left in his lungs to say anything.
The next thing he knew Delia was scream and there was suddenly this sharp pain in his hand. To be honest he almost didn't notice because he was being Crucio.But it was like something stabbed right through making his arm go numb. Blood too. He could smell his own blood but... there wasn't all blade or any cruse being thrown his way so what the fuck was going on. Though to be honest he couldn't give a damn really because of what was happen to Delia, because she was screaming and crying and he wanted it to stop more than anything.
He can handle physical pain but he can't handle hurt screams. "S-Stop..." He said voice shaking and he felt the curse being lifted as he coughed and realized there was blood in the corner of his mouth. "That's enough she didn't do anything wrong do. Let her go."
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 14, 2015 15:18:33 GMT -5
He pulled the blade out of the girls hand and then pressed the blade to her cheek. "See now I thought I told you that pretty little girls do not scream or talk back. Because you can make this all stop Cordelia, all I ask is that you try to hold your tongue while I punish my son. You see not only does he have to deal with some rather nasty curses that would be too much for a young lady such as yourself to handle. But he's also going to feel everything you feel, and if you bleed he bleeds. Just count your blessing I didn't make it vice versa." He said narrowing his eyes some as his son asked for him just to let her go.
"Oh I will. She just needs to learn her place first. After all if she is going to be marrying into this family the least she can do is be a obedient little thing, unlike you." He said dragging the blade along her cheek. "Not lets try this again darling. Don't say a word." But no this wasn't enough. A stab wound or a cut or two would never be enough. It was funny, because if Emilio had just killed the girl and Cordelia sat quietly they both would have been on their merry little way. Head off on their silly little date and wouldn't have heard from him but nope. She had to open her mouth and beg him not to kill the girl and he had to listen to her.
Again, maybe they are just meant to be together both pathetic and weak.
He walked over to his desk and picked up a potion bottle as he took off the cap and held it over Cordelia other hand. He looked back over at his son and shook his head. "Better hope she learned her lesson this time." With a flick of his hand he sent Emilio across the room and into a set of bookshelves. "Now have you ever heard of Arsenous oxide? It is one of the most deadly Acid in the world and can burn a hole clean through your hand." With that he let one drop hit the girls hand and waited for a second before saying. "Why don't we figure out how many drops it takes mhm?"
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 14, 2015 16:43:56 GMT -5
Delia was mortified. Everything that she was experiencing was being transferred to James as if she were some sort of human voodoo doll. Whatever magic Enzo was using was dark and likely forbidden, but there was nothing she could do about it. She whimpered as the knife was yanked from her flesh - tugging at it and forcing more pained tears to fall. Why was this happening? Why couldn't she just be obedient? Her spirit was breaking, and her fight was dying off - that bright light of hers dimming rapidly.
James began to speak, trying to request from Enzo that he let Delia go, and Delia shook her head. "James, stop," she begged frantically. "Don't argue with him, please..." She was told not to speak, but if James kept begging for her to be released, the torture would continue and only grow harsher. Perhaps Enzo would forgive her speaking since she was asking his son to abide by him.
But then... Acid.
A single drop fell to her hand, and try as she might to keep her mouth shut, the pain was so excruciating that she feared her heart my burst from shock. Her blood pressure shot up, she felt as if she was just struck with a sudden fever, her muscles tensed all over her body, and then... She confirmed her abilities once more - her hair turning jet black as her irises followed suit and blended with her pupils. Another scream that curdled her blood ripped from her throat, and she sobbed helplessly in the chair that... Well, that she was probably going to die in.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 14, 2015 20:08:19 GMT -5
"My my she a faster learner than you are Emilio, figure out what I wanted to here in five minutes what took you almost seventeen years." Maybe there was something in her then, something that could bring out what he wanted in his son. The fact that he had been showing some fight to protect her was interesting and the fact that she was so easily able to control him. Hmm interesting. You know he could use that right to his advantage. And while he wasn't quite able to get the girl to learn silence he was able to get one thing out of her, fear. Black hair and eyes, blood curdling screams that he was sure was killing his son inside more than his own physical pain was. Fear at the end of the day rules all.
With the girls hand burn rather severely he stopped and took a fistful of her hair and said. "Tell anyone what happened in here and I will make sure that he is the one to watch the light die from your eyes." He said looking her dead in the eyes so she knew he was not messing around. Empty threats never left the man's lips as he continued to spoke. "You are lucky I see something in you Miss Thatcher. I think you will make a wonderful edition to the family now." With a snap of his fingers the ropes that where holding her in place had dissapered. He had picked her up by the hair and lead her out to the door.
"I'll have Emilio come and find you in a little bit, we aren't done yet." He said letting the girl go just outside the door, watching her collapse to the floor. "Have a good evening Miss Thatcher." And with that he closed the door and locked it behind her.
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Post by James Novak on Jul 14, 2015 22:16:00 GMT -5
He was thrown into a bookshelf away from Delia and he was disoriented enough and far enough away to no longer hear what was being said to Delia, but he could hear her screams and feel her pain. The poor thing, it was one thing for him to take this sort of torture, he had been doing it his whole life. But to know that she was going through it... To hear her screams and feel her pain was just the worst thing. Worst than anything that has ever happen to him in the past and all he could think was that he did this too her. If he just made her leave him down by the lake, if he just tried to push her from his mind, if he didn't ask her out on this stupid date then she wouldn't be here right now.
He was the worst possible thing for her, and as much as she kept him sane at times, and as much as he needed her, he couldn't keep her in his life. Even if his father had some twisted idea that they would end up together.
He watched at Delia was lifted up by the hair, which was now jet black and he swallowed. Where was he taking her? He had made out the last few comments and the the door clicked close, Delia now on the other side. Well at least she wasn't here anymore good, no more screams and nothing more to hurt her. He just hope she would be able to get herself to the hospital wing and...
"Now what do I do with you?" He looked up to see his father standing before him and swallowed. Fucking hell this was going to be bad... He should have just killed the girl.
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 15, 2015 12:09:33 GMT -5
Who knew Cordelia could be obedient? It might be an outstanding quality if it weren't for the fact that the only way to get her to bend was to threaten someone she cared about. Delia had hoped that her obedience combined with her attempt to get James to do the same would save the both of them, but there was no such luck with that as her hair was snatched up for her to stare fearfully into his eyes. If there was someone she feared more than God and the Devil themselves, it was this man hovering over her right now. "Yes.. yes sir," she said nervously, swallowing thickly as she was snatched to her feet.
Dragging her towards the door, she whimpered as she was pulled about like some sort of rag doll and stumbled forward out the door as he released her. He told her he wasn't done with James, and her heart wrenched in her chest. But she couldn't object. She couldn't protest, and then, the door was shut with the boy that meant more to her than she realized I'm the other side of it with the most horrible man she had ever met. Hands running through her hair and clenching into fists, she collapsed to the floor and sobbed for a while. She needed to go to the infirmary for her wounds, but...
She had to be there for him when he was finally released.
So, once she was able to stand again, she made her way to the Terra common room and pleaded with one of her fellow classmates to allow her access - moving into his bedroom and sitting atop his bed to wait for him.
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Post by James Novak on Jul 15, 2015 14:51:06 GMT -5
Why couldn't he just do what he was told? It was something he had always struggled with, because he did care about his family and he wanted to make his father proud but he just couldn't be like them. He couldn't kill just for the sake of killing and he couldn't torture for the sake of torturing like everyone else could without batting an eye. Did that really make him as weak as his father claimed him to be? He like to think that having that sort of moral code made him slightly stronger than the rest. But did it really? Because at the end of the day he let Delia get hurt because of his words and action and as he finally left the office he found himself with his back against the door trying to get his bearing straight before he found his way back to his dorm to try and clean himself up.
Hopefully Delia did the smart thing and went to the hospital wing and James would do the same but... No too many question were always asked when he showed up looking the way he did half the time. Honestly his father must have taken pity on him tonight because he was actually able to walk the fuck away for once. Sure he was shaking like mad and he was pretty sure he had like five or six new scars on his arm to add to the ever growing collection but he wasn't to fucked up. Physically of course, mentally that was a whole different sort of story.
He slowly made his way to his dorm, stupid limp making the climb up the stair alot harder than normal and somewhere along the way he realised he must have cut his head because there was blood running down the side of his face he kept having to wipe away. He open the door and planned on just collapsing out in bed when...
"Delia?" What... what was she doing here? He figure she would be in the hospital wing. There was no way they would have let her go already unless... Oh fuck she hasn't gone yet. "Oh my god are you okay? Wait let me see your hands." He knew the damage had to be bad given what had happen to his own and he was quick to reach for the bed sheets, tearing off a strip of fabric to wrap them around her palms.
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 15, 2015 16:10:21 GMT -5
The more Delia thought about it, the more she wondered if James would even be able to make it back to his dorm room, and that thought just made her absolutely nauseous. The phrase "worried sick" had a literal meaning for her as she sat on his bed, awaiting the arrival of someone who might not even be able to walk up the stairs to his room. With that on her mind, she rushed to the window and opened it, quickly emptying her stomach as her body swelled and bubbled up with nerves. How could she have just left him there? Stupid obedience could have gotten him killed.
After her stomach was settled - and completely empty - she returned to the bed to sit back down. But only a few moments later, there was a click and a twist of the doorknob, and in walked James. His head was bleeding, the blood rolling down his face, and his arm was mangled with deep hashes. He walked over to her and began tearing at the bedsheets to wrap her own wounds, but she wasn't having it. Hair and eyes still deeply black, she swatted the strips away despite how much pain it caused her to do so and lunged forward. Arms wrapping tightly around his neck and legs around his waist, she clung to him for dear life and sobbed against his shoulder.
"James!" She shrieked, bawling so hard that she shook against him. "Oh my god, are you okay?! I'm so so so sorry... I shouldn't have left you there. I didn't know what to do, and I had to make sure you were okay and.." Rambling. Incoherent rambling.
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Post by James Novak on Jul 15, 2015 18:15:08 GMT -5
"We are going to have to get you to the hospital, look at those..." She had pulled away from him and his eyebrow knit together with worry but he didn't have time to worry for long because she had basically tackled him to the floor. Her sobs might have been worst than her screams and her words totally cut into him. "Hey stop, none of that. Don't you dare be sorry Delia you did the right thing, it's okay I know how to deal with him and you. God I am so sorry that you..." He swallowed some and looked down but he didn't let go of her, just kept running his hands through her hair and whispering softly. "Shush hey it's okay really I'm fine and I'm going to get you all cleaned up I promise okay?"
He exhaled and winced some as she shifted her weight a little bit, but really he didn't care. He just needed her close, he needed to know that she was going to be okay. But at the end of the day he can't be doing this anymore, he almost got her killed and if something was to happen again... If his father decided to punish him again for getting out of line there was nothing that could stop him from just taking her away from him and he couldn't live with himself if something happen to her. He didn't care if she would never be the perfect little bride or lady, she was perfect just the way she was and she deserved to have the sort of life were she could go out and just be her perfect little self.
After some time just holding her he pulled back slightly and looked at her, brushing some of her hair back and pressing a kiss to her lips. "Okay here's what is going to happen. I'm going to take you up to the hospital wing and then you are going to go back to your dorm and get some sleep. And before you ask..." He paused some because as much as he didn't want to say anything about it if he didn't do it now he might never tell her... "I'm going to be fine but after tonight you need to stay away from me, alright? I never want to put you through that again Delia and the only way I know how to do that is to keep you away from me. And I don't want to because you are just..." God this was so bad was he really going to do this now? Just seemed like the worst timing you know? But again if he doesn't say it now he might never say it.
"Delia you are never going to be the perfect woman or wife but that's what's so amazing about you. And I'm sorry for not appreciating that when I first meet you, I'm sorry for trying to break that in you because it's the best thing about you. And if you stay with me my father is going to want you to be everything you're not and you just deserve so much more than this and I can't believe I am about to be this fucking selfish after saying all that but..." He was kissing her, his hand laces in his hair and it wasn't like the gentle sort of first kiss most girls dream of having, it was quick and hashy but full of something that just felt right. He pulled away and and finally realized what he just did and now like away he was blushing. "I um... I just..."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 15, 2015 20:57:03 GMT -5
To be close to him was exactly what she needed, and try as she might to stop crying, there was just no getting out of it. The only thing she wanted in that moment was to be held by him, but she felt her heart sink a bit as they toppled to the ground. Okay... Maybe that wasn't a good idea. "I'm sorry," she sobbed out, trying to position herself to where she wasn't on any of his visible wounds. If she hurt him further, she would surely implode with guilty and self-loathing, but God, she just couldn't bring herself to pull away from him or remove herself from his person. So, she stayed there - as inappropriate as it was - on top of him and just cherished the fact that he was alright and that he had come back to her alive.
There were suddenly lips pressed against hers, and her eyes widened with shock upon her initial reaction. What was... Why did that feel so incredibly right? Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to dwell on the moment after returning the kiss briefly because he was then onto saying things that confused her. She would go to the infirmary and then go back to her dorm room? "No, I want to come back here and..." He kept speaking, and her brows furrowed together in pain. Why was he kissing her and trying to push her away? Sure, she might be safe without him, but.. "I don't understand," she said with a shake of her head. She was so confused... So very confused.
He then went on to tell her just how perfect she was in his eyes, and even more tears fell from her eyes to coat his shirt in a salty wetness. Her heart was aching in her chest as he began to try and push her from his life, and after their second kiss broke off, she stared down at him with pleading eyes. "No," she said with a firm shake of her head. "I won't do that, James." Her words were inarguable, and her expression showed just how hurt she was by the idea of being away from him. "Because as terrified as I may be from what your father is capable of, and even though I am scared to death that I won't live to see my seventeenth birthday..." She trailed off, swallowing thickly before taking his face between her hands gently.
"I can't be without you, James. And I sure as hell am not going to let you go at this alone." And with that, she lowered her lips to his for a long, intimate, and passionate kiss because... Because she loved this boy beneath her.
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Post by James Novak on Jul 16, 2015 15:27:26 GMT -5
She just kept crying, how does he make her stop? Like he would do anything not to see her cry right now, to have her laugh and smile. He wanted to get her hair back to that silly pink colour or at least blue, or anything other than black. It killed him to see her hair black like that, to see her this broken. She was suppose to be all full of life, full of colour and this was just killing him and it was all his fault and now he couldn't fucking fix it. All he knew to do was hold her and stroke her hair. After a while he did finally feel the need to move off the floor given the slightly painful position she had him pinned in. So as painful as it was he slipped his arms under her legs and turned to pick her up and placed her on the bed before sitting next to her and pulling her back into his arms.
"Come on Delia it's okay. Stop crying please? I..." Why was he still sitting here trying to make her feel better he needed to get her to the hospital. He needed to get her far away from him. He shouldn't be kissing her, it was selfish and stupid and he needed to let her go but god he wanted nothing more than to keep her right here, but by doing so look what he was doing to her...Why did it always come down to these hard choices? And why does it always feel like he made the wrong choice? "Delia just try and understand I am doing this...." But no there were more tears and she was clinging to him and begging for him to never leave him again. "But Delia I..."
"I can't be without you, James. And I sure as hell am not going to let you go at this alone."
And then she was kissing him back, something he never expect her to do. He had dragged her through hell, both intentionally and nonintentionally. And she was a smart enough woman to know that he was terrible for her, and yet god that kisses was just something else... It was passionate and long and left him totally flustered. Now James had kissed a decent number of girls, some of them were terrible kisses, and some of them were alright. Then there was one that was just stellar, the right amount of build up and the mood was just right and it was perfect in everyway.
And this was better than that. So so so much better and more perfect in almost everyway.
But why? Not like this moment was anything speical, not like he should be feeling this way over a kiss that was taking place after that terrible moment. Why was it so much more perfect than that kiss that was set in the perfect moment, because it's not like she was the perfect little bride her needed. Delia was wild and full of life and colour and she could be tamed and she would never be.. she was just... Fuck but that is what he loved about her. He loved her and that is why it felt so right. He loved her so much and now he didn't think he could let her go. He was going to get her fucking killed wasn't he?
He pulled away and swallowed, face flushed as he looked down and found that he was fucking smiling of all things. "Fucking hell Delia what am I going to do with you?"
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 19, 2015 16:12:20 GMT -5
Of course he was attempting to argue with her, and while he could technically win in any argument they had, she really hoped that he wouldn't overthrow her on this one. Physically, he was stronger than her, and emotionally? Well, if he wanted them to be apart, then they would be. But he didn't really want that, did he? He kissed her, and... And he was so broken up about her being tortured by his father, so if that was the way he was reacting to those things, then certainly some part of him cared about what happened to her, right? And, without him, horrible things would certainly happen to her - beginning with the loss of her sanity and...
A broken heart?
This boy had done some right foul things to her, but somehow those things seemed so distant now. After the night she had spent in that very bed with him, something had changed between the two of them. They had discovered some sort of mutual trust and comfort that they found within one another, and things seemed not so... Forced, as they had been before. The date they were supposed to go on that evening didn't feel like a painful chore like it once had, and she found herself nervous and wanting to impress him the best she could before it was interrupted.
James pulled away from their kiss after a moment, and she looked up at him with still watery, puff eyes that still had a few tears breaking free from them even if not as bad as before. He was smiling at her, and she in turn was smiling back up at him. "I don't know," she said with a shake of her head, but she pushed herself up onto her knees to where the two of them were about the same height and wound her arms tightly around his neck. "Just... Promise me you won't go," she begged of him, clinging to him tightly. "Promise that you won't push me away no matter what happens because... Because I can't handle that. The fear I have of your family is nothing compared to the fear I have of losing you.."
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Post by James Novak on Jul 20, 2015 22:37:39 GMT -5
Goddamnit, he was really going to give into her pleas wasn't he? Why did he kiss her, and then kiss her back? Because now he was fucking stuck doing what he knows is the most dangerous thing he could be doing. Why couldn't Delia just focus on the shit he dragged her through and leave him? James sighed and ran his hand through his hair before wincing some. Fuck he forgot about his head and he pulled his hand away and it was totally covered in blood. He always forgot how fucking nausea the sight of his own blood made him and he closed his eyes and shook his head before wiping his hand on his pants. Later, he can deal with himself later. He still had Delia with him and he had to just focus on her even if it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open.
Fucking blood lost, why couldn't he be good at healing spells. You would think by now he would be but nope.
She had her armed wrapped tightly around him again and closed his eyes, maybe she was right. Maybe he could just say fuck it to all the logic for right now and just focus on this. How good it felt to hold her and know that she was safe right now and she wanted him here. Delia didn't want him to go or push him away and he didn't want to either, he just wanted to do what was best for her. And maybe being close like this was the best thing to do, to shower her with affect and just love her. No... no it wasn't and he knew it wasn't but maybe just for tonight he could pretend it was. Just do what Delia does and let his emotion take over. "I'm not going anywhere I promise. Hey no you aren't gonna lose me I promise okay. I'm always going to be right here." He said softly pressing a gentle kiss to her head and brushing back her hair, wishing it could be any other colour right now. Why did it have to be black.
He swallowed hard and exhaled, fuck he just wanted to pass the fuck out right now but no he just had to wait a little longer. He just had to wait until she was better, until she was better and her hair was all normal and she wasn't this upset anymore. He reached up with his hands shaking slightly and brushed away way was left of her tears away. "There that's better, you are too pretty to be crying." He said sincerely with another kiss pressed to her temple. Fuck he was getting so goddamn light headed, he had to shift back onto the bed some more so he could rest his head against the headboard. His eyes flutter close as he exhaled and said. "Okay we... we need to get those hands of your looked at like right now. Longer you sit here the worst it's going to get."
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