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Post by roddy on Apr 3, 2012 23:59:14 GMT
 The sun slowly peaked over the horizon, stretching it’s arms out across the ground much like those it awakens in it’s movements. The earth warms under its gentle caress, stirring. The birds flutter from their nests and sing the world awake, signaling the start of a new day. The suns rays eventually hit the lake, filtering through it’s murky depths and through a lone window in the Slytherin dungeons.
It warms the exposed leg that is pocking out from under forest green sheets, disturbing the occupant of the bed. With a groan, Rodolphus LeStrange rolled over, further pushing the sheet from his body, the sun now lighting the skin of his bare chest, warming him further and dragging him from Morpheus’ sweet and calming embrace. Groaning, the noise filling the silent dorm, the Slytherin swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up and jumping slightly as bare feet touched cold stone.
Padding out, the young man freshened up and woke himself up with a shower before moving back to his room to dress. His watch informed it was only 5am- why on earth was he awake and ready for the day at this ungodly time? Normal circumstances would have driven him to bed, but in his state he decided it was more prudent to let his dorm mates rest and to just head down to the Common Room.
Moving slowly, running a hand through still damp hair, Rodolphus stumbled on the last step and all by fell into the Common Room. Correcting his balance, he continued forwards, not even checking to see if anyone had seen. After all, who else would be up at this time? Looking up, pale blue eyes widened slightly in surprise when he spotted a very familiar figure sitting by the fire. Confusion drew his eyebrows together into a light frown; what was he doing up this early?
Moving silently, the Slytherin came around the end of a sofa before settling into a wing-back chair, clearing his throat. “Bastard?” Rodolphus asked, hoping his teasing name would jerk his brother out of his space-starring. |
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Post by bastan on Apr 6, 2012 11:35:02 GMT
Time had not been easy for Bastan of late, it was only so long that the boy could continue this way before someone noticed his peakiness. No sleep, no appetite, extra activities were bound to takes it's toll. Yet still Bastan could not sleep more than an hour or two before waking up shaking and covered in sweat. The Slytherin knew that he should go to the Hospital wing, maybe get a concoction that could help him to sleep or something to give him an appetite but he just could not be bothered. It was as if he was stuck in a rut, an endless circle of bad habits that were so familiar and soothing to him that they were hard to get out of. Even though he knew they were bad, he could just not change.
This night, morning but the same as every other, the only difference was he fell into an exhausted stupor about 1am and woke at 3:30am. Giving up the boy waited by the fire in the common room in a vain hope that the fire would sooth him off into another sleep. It didn't and he had no other choice but to wait until the sun rose.
For what seemed like an eternity, the boy, wrapped in an emerald green blankets, lay on the leather, high backed sofas and watched the flames. A House elf, hours ago made him a hot chocolate as he sat there, but it sat full and cold now. Blue eyes, turned amber from the crackling fire as he stared into nothingness.
'Bastard.'
His head swung around and looked up to see his older brother standing there. His older brother smiling his same beautiful, reassuring smile, the same that could be depicted in many different ways. The familiar nickname gave him warmth, which was strange as it was an ongoing joke between the two brothers. Rodolphus would always tease Bastan and say that he was adopted or something, that he wasn't a part of the family and though Bastan knew this to be not true, he did wonder considering that in many ways how different he was. But he looked too alike his brother for any of it to be true. Ok so he had his Mothers jawline and feminate features whilst Roddy had their Fathers razor sharp jaw and hair colour, but still....
"Hey Bro, a bit early for you isn't it?" he asked wondering why Rod was up this early. |
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Post by roddy on Apr 19, 2012 21:53:36 GMT
Looking down at his brother, Rodolphus couldn't help but chuckle when Rabastan jumped. He'd obviously caught the boy unawares as he stared into the fire looking slightly morose. As he starred back into eyes dyed amber by the firelight he felt a swell of protectiveness bubble within his chest. His brother had never been the biggest fan of wearing his emotions on his sleeve and strolling around with a smile on his face 24/7, but he could tell something was wrong. Bastan was unusually distant, broody, withdrawn almost. Everytime he spoke with the younger LeStrange he always felt he was somewhere else as of late...
Scratching the back of his head, he settled into a wing-backed chair beside him. "Just a bit, you know what I'm like with early starts," he said with his trademark smirk. Rod was terrible with early starts, his Father always going on at him for his laziness, but it was something he couldn't help; the LeStrange heir just appreciated his sleep too much. "What are you doing up, Bastan?"
Leaning back, he kept his gaze on his Brother, not wanting to miss a single facial expression. He'd always been able to read when Bastan was lying to him, even as small children. Rob always seemed to be more deviant, more able to lie convincingly without being called out on it, at least when it came to each other. Eying the bags under his eyes and general defeated demeanor he lent forwards again, resting is forearms on his thighs as he did so. "You Ok? Have you even been to sleep yet?" The Slytherin asked before continuing. "Not being funny, but you look like hell." He chuckled, trying to get his brother to relax so he'd speak to him. |
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Post by bastan on Apr 28, 2012 0:46:23 GMT
Bastan hated that, being made to jump. But it was always worse when you had a guilty conscience or had some things on his mind. This night, Bastan was guilty of both. He had plenty on his mind and he was feeling guilty that he had not spoken to Roddy about this predicament. but how on Earht could he? He, Bastan was having hot Gay feelings towards his best friend and on top of that was feeling green with envy and murderous towards Narcissa Black. The sister of Roddy's new fangled on and off love interest Bellatrix. Bastan inwardly groaned and turned to see the same ble eyes that he owned mirrored back at him.
Bastan groaned again even louder when he could see evidence of worry on his older brothers features. He loved his brother like no other and would fight with him to the death, and that is what made this secret even more harder to tell. But he had no clue how Roddy would take it, he could even lose his older brother if he knew the truth. After all they were LeStrange's a notoriously rich and respected family amongst the Purebloods, as was the Carrows and what right had he, Rabastan LeStrange to tarnish all that? to make the good names become a laughing stock! To hurt his brother, Ammy. Resolution etched on his face, he egged himself on to answer his brother, heart shattering into a million pieces. The consequence of carrying on an act and pretending to be someone he wasn't for the sake of everyone that he loved
"What are you doing up, Bastan?"
Bastan could not be bothered to answer, nor did he have a quick reply so he just continued staring into the flames. "You Ok? Have you even been to sleep yet?"
Shrouded words buzzed into his tired brain, had he been to sleep yet? days were merging into one, minutes into hours and right now Bastan did not know what tie of what day it was. "Um yeah I think so, slept a little while earlier, just a lot on me plate at the moment." he answered hurriedly trying to ease his brothers worry. "Anyway what are you doing up at this time? What time is it?" he asked giving a little awkward chuckle to try and illustrate all was well and failing miserably.
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