RP Continued from Slytherin Common Room

Feb 02, 2005 05:07

Speaking the password, Evan stepped through the portrait that covered his door, beckoning Jarrod to follow. His roomate was out, chasing girls, so they were sure to be undisturbed for a good few hours yet. Sitting down on his bed, Evan hugged his knees, backed into the corner. His every action radiated caginess, his unwillingness to be too close to ( Read more... )

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jarrod_avery February 2 2005, 04:57:25 UTC
OOC:

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jarrod_avery February 2 2005, 05:02:35 UTC
Jarrod slid next to him on the bed, and put his arm around Evan's shoulder.
"It's alright, lover. If it makes you uncomfortable. You don't need to talk about it. I'm here for you if you need me, and just know that nothing you say will make me think any less of you."

Jarrod could not believe how sappy he was being. This was not like him at all! Yet seeing Evan like this...looking so frightened. He wanted to hold him, to protect him. To chase away all his fears and doubts.

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obsequious_dark February 2 2005, 05:19:18 UTC
Leaning into Jarrod's side, Evan drew strength from his lover's presence and words ( ... )

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jarrod_avery February 2 2005, 05:25:55 UTC
Jarrod didn't know anything beatles, or weeping guitars (unless they were charmed to weep but that would be a bit pointless), but he was able to guess this must have been the name of the Muggle music Evan was talking about.

He listened as Evan told him about how his father flun him out of the room, and he felt a flash of anger. Even if he didn't personally know Mr. Rosier, he couldn't imagine anyone wanting harm Evan. Bastard...

"What happened to Dylan?" He asked in a soft, gentle voice, wrapping his arms around Evan and pulling him into a hug.

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obsequious_dark February 2 2005, 05:36:49 UTC
"I couldn't get up, I was bleeding, and sore - I could just hear them screaming at each other. Dad crucio'd him. 18 years old, and he was tortured by his own father ( ... )

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jarrod_avery February 2 2005, 06:07:37 UTC
Jarrod chuckled. "Would you be interested in hearing how fucked up the House of Avery is? You just may start feeling better about your own family." He sat back leaning again the headboard, and studied his finger nails. He didn't mind sharing some amusing stories. He wanted to cheer Evan up, and get his mind off painful memories.

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obsequious_dark February 2 2005, 06:09:49 UTC

Nodding, Evan handed him a glass. Taking a sip of his own firewhisky, he settled beside Jarrod, touching his side but not invading his space.

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jarrod_avery February 2 2005, 06:29:22 UTC
I don't get on well with my father either. Granted he never laid a hand on me, but he's still an arsehole. He ignores my mother when there are no guests to entertain. He spends most of his time alone in his private quarters. The fuck if I know what he's doing there.

Anyway compared to my Uncle Christopher, my father is a lovely man. That wretched poor excuse for a Wizard lives with us. He's an alcoholic, with a nasty temper. I do enjoy pestering him, though. It's so funny when he throw a tantrum." Jarrod chuckled.

"I was never fond of that bastard. I mentioned him to you a few days ago. Remember? He's my mum's only brother. Just because she married into the Avery household, he thinks he's entitled to our money. That fat, lazy son of a bitch ( ... )

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obsequious_dark February 2 2005, 12:22:06 UTC

Leaning his head on Jarrod's shoulder, Evan nodded, smiling at the thought of the portly man in a tiny bikini.

"You sound like you were a vile child, love. What did you do to make him attack you with a knife?"

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