Never Made Miracles {adrian/katie}
title; never made miracles
author; elenaface dirtyxemoxkid
rating; pg-13
prompt; 011; of paper and plastic
completed; [2/13]
summary; [for rarepair_shorts] According to doctors, he'd never see the light of day again. Adrian knew he wouldn't see it either.
disclaimer; No, this is definitely a figment of my state of denial. What glee.
PART ONE
With his wounds in one hand and his heart in the other, the scale in Adrian's mind was easily weighing his heart heavier than his deepest cuts. This was why he had snuck out of Saint Mungo's before the doctors could even come back, before they could even tell Katie that he would be okay. Instead, he placed a very strong disillusionment charm of himself that was dying. He couldn't help but watch from his temporarily disillusioned spot as the doctors rushed to try and save his dying hologram. He could see Katie and for the very first time, he could see her on the verge of tears because of him. He snorted. Just because I'm almost dying, she cries. It didn't mean too much to him because he knew others would cry, other people that never meant as much to him as Katie did. He had been pronounced dead at sixteen hours, thirty seven minutes, and twelve seconds. According to doctors, he'd never see the light of day again. Adrian knew he wouldn't see it either.
And so, he ended up on the doorstep of the most infamous Death Eater, unarmed. He had surrendered his wand upon arrival to show his intentions were true and he had even taken a test under Veritaserum. He was waiting, in a rather lavish dining room, for his soon-to-be mentor to return. The chairs, upholstered with plush, comfortable material, surrounded a table as ancient as Merlin, but worth a lot in antiquities. The room showed a pedigree of heritage, purebloods passing down pureblood objects. He couldn't help but admire it for a while, until his companion returned.
A twisted grin gnarled his face as he stood in the doorway, running his long, nimble fingers through his hair and watched Adrian. "I'm glad you found your loyalties," he could only hiss gently as he approached his long-time friend, standing toe to toe with him. Adrian was sitting down, of course, so he looked up into the dark blue eyes of a monster killer, of someone he was supposed to fear. But he didn't, of course. He had known him for most of his life. "I'm really glad you found your loyalties. With your past, Adrian, and your cause of turning to me, you will be a great tool for our side. We don't think of you as such only to be a tool, but we are all just weapons on the winning side, aren't we? But it's more of an offensive than anything. They are the paper, Adrian, and we are the plastic. And when the storm comes, the rain will not disfigure the plastic. Nor the lightning, nor the snow, nor the sleet." He took a step back, putting his hands into his pockets and looking over at his friend with a smirk. The common smirk of a Slytherin. Adrian stood, with the posture of his character: comfortable, leaning, lazy, suggestive.
"Now that all of the questioning is over, I'm really curious. How did you succeed to scare the wits out of your own mother? Mrs. Flint always was a tough cookie." Running his fingers through his hair, he waited for an answer. Marcus reflashed his twisted grin, contoring his face into an evil reflection of what Aurors though those on the Dark Side really looked like. "She was. She softened up over the years, like she didn't know I was going to become a Death Eater, like she didn't know I was going to someday kill someone. My father had gone along the same path and died a hero in my eyes. She started breaking down once they sent a notice to her saying that I had become a threat and if I was to ever return home, she would have to alert Aurors immediately. Even since then, she knew they would hurt me if they apprehended me, so she sent out public announcements, trying to get me to come home." He laughed, moving away from Adrian and sitting at the head of the table. The other Slytherin moved to sit at the opposite side, folding his arms onto the table and looked at him.
"Adrian," he said, now with conviction and seriousness, "talk. Tell me about everything. How did Katie Bell become the climax to your biography? Why did she ever mean so much to you? What in the hell did she do to bring you here, to me?" The other male stiffened in posture. His eyes were cold and unforgiving. Marcus could only grin. He knew the appearance of hatred, of a desire to revenge oneself and it was clearly written across Adrian's face. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair again, clenching it and unclenching it before finally speaking. "I guess I had been attracted to her. It took a lot of convincing on her end to prove that I liked her. And over the years, it started to grow. I thought things would be easier between us because we had been together for five and a half years, but apparently, there's never enough time for her. Only a year or two ago, I joined this Death Eater Retrieval Program and, as you know, our job was to find and immobilize some of the most dangerous Death Eaters. In that instance, it took a lot of convincing coming from her, but I did it for her, you know? Like a romantic asshole."
He stood, walking over to where Marcus was sitting. His eyes were ablaze, covered in a hidden emotion. He couldn't quite predict what he would say next, but he knew the end of the story and he knew what he was here to accomplish. If Marcus wanted to know each traumatizing step that brought him to his doorstep, then it would be wrong for him not to share. "I asked her to marry me," he said almost maniacally, laughing at his own stupidity, "I asked her and she told me that she didn't know me. After five fucking years, Marcus, she didn't know me. I told her if she had; if there were no obstacles of knowing me or being ready, I asked her if she would have. I asked her if she ever would have thought of me like that. And do you know what she said? Not even no. She said, 'Actually, I would have thought you would never marry. Even with me, I was always waiting for you to say you were leaving.' I don't understand it. And I did bring you into everything without knowing how she really felt about everything. We started fighting more than ever when we had started following you up. Everytime I didn't catch you, she always had some shit to say. Always about how I should try harder, how I should care more. I finally realized that she never really cared about me, you know?" He sighed gently, looking down at his friend.
"I fainted from my injuries. Next thing I know, I wake up at Saint Mungo's and that's when I made my decision. I disillusioned myself onto the bed. It took a lot of work, but it was successful and in only a couple of minutes, I'd flatline and be pronounced dead. Then, my body would disappear. I left and came here. And here I am. Marcus, I really do want to switch sides. At least on this side it'll be more usual for me to be on my own and not rely on anyone. I can't trust anyone after what happened with Katie. I wonder how she's taking my death." He couldn't help but wonder. It was something that bothered him for a couple of minutes, but he quickly recovered from it. What did he care about her anymore anyway? Nothing, that was what. Marcus stood, a solemn look on his face. He put a hand on his friend's shoulder, looking directly into his eyes. "I will help you, Adrian. And when the storm comes, the rain will not disfigure the plastic."
author; elenaface dirtyxemoxkid
rating; pg-13
prompt; 011; of paper and plastic
completed; [2/13]
summary; [for rarepair_shorts] According to doctors, he'd never see the light of day again. Adrian knew he wouldn't see it either.
disclaimer; No, this is definitely a figment of my state of denial. What glee.
PART ONE
With his wounds in one hand and his heart in the other, the scale in Adrian's mind was easily weighing his heart heavier than his deepest cuts. This was why he had snuck out of Saint Mungo's before the doctors could even come back, before they could even tell Katie that he would be okay. Instead, he placed a very strong disillusionment charm of himself that was dying. He couldn't help but watch from his temporarily disillusioned spot as the doctors rushed to try and save his dying hologram. He could see Katie and for the very first time, he could see her on the verge of tears because of him. He snorted. Just because I'm almost dying, she cries. It didn't mean too much to him because he knew others would cry, other people that never meant as much to him as Katie did. He had been pronounced dead at sixteen hours, thirty seven minutes, and twelve seconds. According to doctors, he'd never see the light of day again. Adrian knew he wouldn't see it either.
And so, he ended up on the doorstep of the most infamous Death Eater, unarmed. He had surrendered his wand upon arrival to show his intentions were true and he had even taken a test under Veritaserum. He was waiting, in a rather lavish dining room, for his soon-to-be mentor to return. The chairs, upholstered with plush, comfortable material, surrounded a table as ancient as Merlin, but worth a lot in antiquities. The room showed a pedigree of heritage, purebloods passing down pureblood objects. He couldn't help but admire it for a while, until his companion returned.
A twisted grin gnarled his face as he stood in the doorway, running his long, nimble fingers through his hair and watched Adrian. "I'm glad you found your loyalties," he could only hiss gently as he approached his long-time friend, standing toe to toe with him. Adrian was sitting down, of course, so he looked up into the dark blue eyes of a monster killer, of someone he was supposed to fear. But he didn't, of course. He had known him for most of his life. "I'm really glad you found your loyalties. With your past, Adrian, and your cause of turning to me, you will be a great tool for our side. We don't think of you as such only to be a tool, but we are all just weapons on the winning side, aren't we? But it's more of an offensive than anything. They are the paper, Adrian, and we are the plastic. And when the storm comes, the rain will not disfigure the plastic. Nor the lightning, nor the snow, nor the sleet." He took a step back, putting his hands into his pockets and looking over at his friend with a smirk. The common smirk of a Slytherin. Adrian stood, with the posture of his character: comfortable, leaning, lazy, suggestive.
"Now that all of the questioning is over, I'm really curious. How did you succeed to scare the wits out of your own mother? Mrs. Flint always was a tough cookie." Running his fingers through his hair, he waited for an answer. Marcus reflashed his twisted grin, contoring his face into an evil reflection of what Aurors though those on the Dark Side really looked like. "She was. She softened up over the years, like she didn't know I was going to become a Death Eater, like she didn't know I was going to someday kill someone. My father had gone along the same path and died a hero in my eyes. She started breaking down once they sent a notice to her saying that I had become a threat and if I was to ever return home, she would have to alert Aurors immediately. Even since then, she knew they would hurt me if they apprehended me, so she sent out public announcements, trying to get me to come home." He laughed, moving away from Adrian and sitting at the head of the table. The other Slytherin moved to sit at the opposite side, folding his arms onto the table and looked at him.
"Adrian," he said, now with conviction and seriousness, "talk. Tell me about everything. How did Katie Bell become the climax to your biography? Why did she ever mean so much to you? What in the hell did she do to bring you here, to me?" The other male stiffened in posture. His eyes were cold and unforgiving. Marcus could only grin. He knew the appearance of hatred, of a desire to revenge oneself and it was clearly written across Adrian's face. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair again, clenching it and unclenching it before finally speaking. "I guess I had been attracted to her. It took a lot of convincing on her end to prove that I liked her. And over the years, it started to grow. I thought things would be easier between us because we had been together for five and a half years, but apparently, there's never enough time for her. Only a year or two ago, I joined this Death Eater Retrieval Program and, as you know, our job was to find and immobilize some of the most dangerous Death Eaters. In that instance, it took a lot of convincing coming from her, but I did it for her, you know? Like a romantic asshole."
He stood, walking over to where Marcus was sitting. His eyes were ablaze, covered in a hidden emotion. He couldn't quite predict what he would say next, but he knew the end of the story and he knew what he was here to accomplish. If Marcus wanted to know each traumatizing step that brought him to his doorstep, then it would be wrong for him not to share. "I asked her to marry me," he said almost maniacally, laughing at his own stupidity, "I asked her and she told me that she didn't know me. After five fucking years, Marcus, she didn't know me. I told her if she had; if there were no obstacles of knowing me or being ready, I asked her if she would have. I asked her if she ever would have thought of me like that. And do you know what she said? Not even no. She said, 'Actually, I would have thought you would never marry. Even with me, I was always waiting for you to say you were leaving.' I don't understand it. And I did bring you into everything without knowing how she really felt about everything. We started fighting more than ever when we had started following you up. Everytime I didn't catch you, she always had some shit to say. Always about how I should try harder, how I should care more. I finally realized that she never really cared about me, you know?" He sighed gently, looking down at his friend.
"I fainted from my injuries. Next thing I know, I wake up at Saint Mungo's and that's when I made my decision. I disillusioned myself onto the bed. It took a lot of work, but it was successful and in only a couple of minutes, I'd flatline and be pronounced dead. Then, my body would disappear. I left and came here. And here I am. Marcus, I really do want to switch sides. At least on this side it'll be more usual for me to be on my own and not rely on anyone. I can't trust anyone after what happened with Katie. I wonder how she's taking my death." He couldn't help but wonder. It was something that bothered him for a couple of minutes, but he quickly recovered from it. What did he care about her anymore anyway? Nothing, that was what. Marcus stood, a solemn look on his face. He put a hand on his friend's shoulder, looking directly into his eyes. "I will help you, Adrian. And when the storm comes, the rain will not disfigure the plastic."