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Post by Brent Yaxley on Nov 12, 2013 0:51:11 GMT
It had been weeks, possibly longer, he'd lost count of the days that he'd been gone. On some 'top secret' mission in the deep depths of some hellish forest and surrounding areas. He'd been close to death on countless occasions, and even closer to being bitten by some wretched creature. Alas, he was alive and his mission wasn't anything he really wanted to talk about, he put it to the back of his mind, didn't let it bother him. The only memories he'd keep would be the scars on his body, the tenseness of his muscles would be defined for a while, but it'd stretch out. He'd broken a few bones here and there but nothing that he was too worried about. Regardless of what had gone on, he was back. He'd promised he'd owl Tiff at some point, seeing as he was only with a few other death eaters, higher up ones, some that we're only seen sat directly beside the Dark Lord himself. Though, being Brent, she hadn't heard a word. He kept meaning too but he'd been busy he had no other excuses - and figured he wouldn't need them, and if he did, then he didn't really care. He was possibly more closed off than ever, he grunted when spoke to and not much else came from his mouth. Though when he did speak, he seemed less aggressive, surprisingly. Though, his movements were sharper, and he was on the verge of being promoted by Voldemort, he'd proven himself and he wasn't dead. The guy owed him something. He'd been at his parents a few hours, letting his mother fuss over him whilst he just sat there, twiddling his thumbs and shrugging. Then he'd moved from his statue like state at home and headed over to Lestrange Manor, figuring he'd best give his fiance a bell. So there he was, stood on the porch of Lestrange manor, his elbows resting on the railing, cigar in hand, wand in the other as he waited for the brunette herself to return home from whatever she was doing. Darkness was brewing over, he looked more defined than ever, like he'd been on a months long workout. He still had scabs, bleeding scratches on his face. Though, they weren't anything to really fuss over.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Nov 12, 2013 4:33:14 GMT
When Tiffany arrived, she seemed to appear from thin air, more ghostly than ever before. Her skin was stretched taut over bone & dwindling muscle. The veins beneath her pale flesh were more prominent than ever, making all of her exposed skin appear more blueish gray than peachy pink. The dress she wore hung loosely on her frame, dipping just under her knees & exposing bone-thin calves for a few inches before they disappeared into her tall, heavy boots.
"Said you'd owl." She broke the silence, the words falling from her cold, chapped lips as a smoke like puff escaped her mouth - it was finally now cold enough outside to see her breath.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Nov 12, 2013 4:36:41 GMT
Brent stopped staring off down the pathway as she popped up, his head turning just slightly so she was in his full view. Taking another drag of his cigar he shrugged his shoulders and set his jaw. Using his free hand he scratched at the side of his jaw as he sighed, just softly, under his breath.
"But being presumed dead is so much more fun." He retorted, sarcastically as he dampened his lower lip. His words to her were probably the most he'd spoken to anyone since being back.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Nov 12, 2013 4:42:07 GMT
She stepped a bit closer, making herself more visible in the dim light & took his wrist in one hand, letting her dress sleeve slide back enough to reveal both her scared, bony hand & the wedding ring on it.
"Come inside. You should be asleep by now." She looked over the cuts & scars that were visible to her as she spoke, fingers sliding away from him slowly.
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ooc, speaking of - WHY ARE YOU UP ITS SO LATE/EARLY
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Nov 12, 2013 5:06:12 GMT
Brent stayed silent, his arm just going with her, he exhaled softly, pain shooting through the ligaments in his arm, but he took it. Just like he'd taken all the pain of the past months. His gaze broke contact with her for a moment as his head gave the smallest shake. He seemed to gaze over her shoulder as she spoke, his skin losing the little colour that could be seen in the light from the window. Tilting his head back he sucked his lips in, like he was about to throw up. As she let go of his wrist, the older male fell onto all fours, his upper body wrenching against the patio.
ooc. yeah it's like 5am but it's reading week so i don't have classes. just essays *blurgh* also, hope you can see gifs on mobile because if not my reply is kinda pointless haha.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Nov 12, 2013 5:09:57 GMT
Tiffany's eyes widened & she let him go quickly, stepping back to make room for him before falling sharply to her knees, bones clashing against the hard patio.
"Brent -" she reached out uselessly, then drew back again, pushing her hair away from her face & leaning in to examine whatever it was he had just thrown up on the hardwood. "What - what happened to you? Come inside." she looked around quickly as if to make sure there were no other witnesses & tried uselessly to help him to his feet.
ooc. totally can on mobile but now i've jumped back on the macbook haha.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Nov 12, 2013 5:19:06 GMT
Blood, blackened blood seeped into the wood as his fingers clawed at the surface below him, drops of the sticky substance falling from the rim of his lower lip. He spat at the ground, before wrenching again, more coming out of him and dripping into a pool on the ground.
A few minutes later, once he'd caught himself and was seemingly done with the gipping he exhaled, shifting his weight to his side, falling to sit on the side, his left arm behind him to steady his sitting position. "Nothing. It's nothing." He breathed out, holding onto her carefully as he pulled himself to his feet.
ooc. haha, fair. awesome. watching house bunny now, but still kicking around. just kik me if i dont reply in forever haha.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Nov 12, 2013 5:24:56 GMT
"It's something." she pointed out, declaring the obvious as he hoisted himself to his feet, stumbling under his weight & then holding him as best she could. She reached up & wiped the blood from his jaw without hesitation - blood was certainly not something that made her squeamish. Kicking open the front door roughly, she hauled both herself and her fiance inside, feeling her breath coming in more panicked little gasps, now. She'd nearly lost it, thinking something had happened to him, but her imagination wasn't able to frighten her as much as seeing him practically fall apart in front of her could.
"Up." she insisted, hoisting him up the few steps of the front area before heading for the staircase to her, (and now his) room. "Please." the last word, one that she never really used, came out as more of a plea, sounding more desperate than anything else. ooc. love that movie! & okay, will do, haha.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Nov 12, 2013 5:39:54 GMT
"Nothing you need to worry about." He replied, attempting to finish the conversation. He was concerned about it enough himself without letting anyone else worry about him. He stumbled with her, his body resting on hers for support. Though, he still supported himself somewhat well, his hand holding onto anything within reaching distance for support.
Pulling away from her, the taller male gripped onto the bannister for support before taking a couple of steps, stopping to exhale and then continuing. He seemed alright now, just a little lethargic.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Nov 12, 2013 5:44:13 GMT
"Brent." she was more stern now as they started on the next group of stairs, finally reaching her door & pushing it open. Illsa lifted her head worriedly & looked up at the pair of them, squirming impatiently on the floor but not getting up to greet them without permission. Heaving him in the general direction of the bed once they were quite close, Tiffany quickly vanished into the bathroom adjoining her room to retrieve some cloths, water & other supplies that she hoped would help out a little. She didn't know what was exactly wrong but the least she could do was try to clean him up a little.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Nov 12, 2013 5:48:07 GMT
Brent shifted, grunting as he made it up the steps, each new one seeming like more effort than the last. He was hoping this would have stopped by the time he'd gotten home, but alas, it hadn't. Exhaling heavily again he walked over to the bed, his hands clutching at the sheets as he pulled himself up onto it.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Nov 12, 2013 5:52:01 GMT
Tiffany returned a few moments later, setting a handful of bottles on the dresser & then filling the bowl in her hands with water from her wand. "How did this happen?" she asked simply, trying to figure out what exactly she would be able to do to help, if anything at all. She doubted she'd be useful beyond sopping up the blood & gore from him but if she could help, she would. "Have you seen Rowle?" she wet one of the cloths in warm water & then gently wiped at his mouth & jaw with it.
He wasn't going to die, was he? She always worried that it would happen while he was away, but now she was beginning to think she'd prefer him to die away from him rather than in her bed.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Nov 12, 2013 5:56:50 GMT
Brent was sat on the bed, propped up by pillows as he rubbed at his shoulder lightly. Tiredly. "Got into a scuffle with some centaurs, had one of the fuckers sit on my ribs, crushed them into my lungs. One of the other death eaters did a bit a botch job at healing me. Can't have it looked at by a healer because he used dark magic and well, I'd rather cough up blood than have my soul ripped out by one of those demon things" Shrugging, he laid his head back, resting it against the pillow. "It's getting better, in time. I think." Dampening his lower lip again, he lifted his head, his own head shaking. "No, only got back this afternoon. Why?"
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Nov 12, 2013 6:00:50 GMT
She held her breath as he spoke & then carefully pushed his shirt up to check on his bruising, being careful not to use much pressure, "I just thought maybe he could help," she mumbled, biting her lip as she looked at the bruises. She knew there wouldn't be anything substantial she could do to help, other than try to give him something for pain.
"How long ago did this happen, recently?" She questioned, fingers darting up to steady the bowl of water on the bed before taking one of the clean cloths & setting the bloody one aside.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Nov 12, 2013 6:06:55 GMT
Brent closed his eyes and set his jaw once more, quite clear that he was in pain though he did quite the job at hiding it. "Not really sure there's much anyone can do at the moment." He answered somewhat aggressively, though unintentional, he was just sore, the slightest amount of pressure send a shooting pain through his lung.
"A fortnight ago, maybe?" He spoke before sitting up to cough, though this time it was unaccompanied by the sticky blood substance. "Managed to avoid so many things and a centaur of all things."
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