St.Mungo's
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Sept 23, 2016 6:32:49 GMT
Since he was probably already well and truly fucked when it came to his face being plastered in tomorrow's newspapers, Draco decided that he might as well add a cherry on top and go see the other half of the House Arrest crew. He'd left Mali's apartment with something hollow, something angry in his gut, and now he wanted answers. He wasn't going to get them from the Ministry or the press, but he was certainly going to do his best to sass them out of the older Healer - he had nothing, really, to lose. Which was how he ended up on the doorstep of the Homestead, eyeing the house not unfavorably and rapping, sharply, on the door. His sleeve, which had gotten torn somehow in his discussion with Mali, flapped around his Marked arm, only partially obscuring it in the dim light. It didn't matter, not at all. Not that the tattoo was, as was normal, now, burning with conscience - not that Mali had just given his ego one of the largest blows it had received since Hermione Granger punched him in the face. Now all he wanted to know was what Death Eaters had come after the hospital, and whether he needed to be ready for them. Rapping on the door, Draco wondered how many times Theo had repeated this scenario over the last couple of weeks. He had sympathy for his situation - even if he had killed Frank Longbottom - but his purpose was more important than Theo's comfort. Besides, Draco mused drily, if Theo punched him out on the lawn it might even help Theo's case. Who knew? Whatever he needed to justify his visit. When the door finally opened, Draco spread his hands wide, raising an eyebrow at Theo's appearance already. " Just when I thought you were going to manage to come back to work," he greeted, as if this were an ordinary social visit. " Anything to get vacation days, hmm?" He tucked his hands in his pockets, gaze intent on Theo's face. He wasn't sure how far to push it right now, wasn't sure where the line was. At least Theo didn't have a wand, so he wouldn't get hexed - but he could still, likely, get punched. ______ Theo Ashland |
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Post by Theo Ashland on Sept 24, 2016 23:22:07 GMT
For the first time since his house arrest began, Theo was actually enjoying his entire house, and not just confining himself to his bedroom. Shame and anger drove him there, unable and unwilling to face even his family for what he'd done and what happened after. Those feelings were deep seated and very much still there, waiting for him in the still sleepless nights - but a new little flicker of hope in Theo's heart kept them in their place, in the shadows. Through some sort of strange kindness Theo still didn't really understand, he'd been allowed to see Mali. And she still loved him. A big part of his shame and anger came from what he did and said to her, so to hear that was akin to a reawakening.
And now that he was reawakened, he was hungry something awful. Theo wasn't exactly a great cook, but that little flicker of hope gave him the motivation to do a whole lot of things he hadn't done in a while. He shuffled around the kitchen, breaking a sweat over a simple pot of spaghetti - but it was his spaghetti, and he was growing rather proud of the aroma filling the kitchen and spilling out into the empty house. Shame no one else was here to witness this masterpiece in the making.
Almost as if that was a conjuring thought, a knock sounded at the front door almost immediately after he thought it. Theo's heart dropped a bit. He didn't want just anyone here as witness...obviously, that wasn't going to be Mali at the door; and his own family wouldn't knock on their own front door. Those were about the only people Theo could still bear to see. Most everyone else wanted to yell at him. The Lupins weren't so bad, he supposed, but their kindness still made him feel uncomfortable in a way he couldn't really articulate. Theo sighed, laying his spoon down and going to the door.
There was a face he didn't expect to see, coming to visit him on house arrest - for any reason. Of course Theo knew who Draco Malfoy was - Death Eater son, apparently got quite a bit mixed up in it himself at some point; but he also knew a different Draco - his coworker, a Healer, a little snark who really was alright in Theo's book. Theo's one connection to the outside world right now was the newspaper. He did read it, despite the nasty things he continued to see about himself and about Mali. He also saw some pretty terrible things about Draco, an image of the man that didn't jive with the Draco Theo knew.
That didn't mean the Draco Theo knew was entirely pleasant. He was incredibly snarky; sometimes Theo enjoyed the challenge, sometimes he found it abrasive. As he looked out at Draco now, he found himself in a sort of murky midfield between the two. He didn't think Draco would actually try to hurt him - that wouldn't look too good. But it also didn't look too good having an accused Death Eater making a house call on an accused murderer.
"You've figured me out," Theo said flatly, leaning against the door frame. Draco's hands moved and Theo's eyes were drawn to the movement - beneath Draco's sleeve he could just barely see the tattoo marked into his skin. He stared unashamedly. He found the sight of the tattoo made him sort of angry. How was he to know Draco wasn't that person anymore? That was bloody rich, coming from a man accused himself of doing something he never thought he could do...but why else would Draco be here? Almost all of Theo's other visitors came to take advantage of his compromised situation, why would Draco be any different? They weren't that close, the best of buds. The bloke just wanted something from Theo...Theo didn't know what it was, but it made him angry. "You lot making house calls now?" His gaze traveled back up to Draco's face from his forearm.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Oct 16, 2016 5:01:54 GMT
Draco was honestly tired of this. He'd been walking around for twenty-three years with the same demons, planted in his youth and left to grow, to choke out everything else. The vine had grown and grown until he'd known nothing else but concealment, disappointment and to harden his skin and move forward, because that was what people had to do. That was what Death Eaters had to do, apparently. How could a person have faith in humanity, in goodness, in innocence and justice when wherever they turned, they were met with doors closing in their face?
It was a relief to have the door open and not have to hide his expression. It was a relief not to have to act, to look like everything was fine, to look under control. His tattoo was open for everyone to see, and so was his face. He probably looked different, strange, with his expression alive and full, his eyes expressive with hurt. He hadn't even shown that face in court. He hadn't wanted to give them the satisfaction. But right now he didn't really care.
Theo didn't have any care for his feelings either, but for some reason Draco didn't mind the honesty. They weren't close enough for him to feel hurt - yet - though there was a part of him that wanted to cover up his forearm as Theo's gaze dropped to the sleeve. He lifted his chin instead and resisted, clenching his jaw. "If they were, you'd be dead," he said flatly, not bothering to cushion the words. His posture was casual, but the muscles underneath were humming with tension like a live wire. "You're still breathing, aren't you?" Draco made a show of checking, gaze dragging up and down Theo's body in a clinical manner, before crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'd appreciate it if you could wait to punch me until after you're done," he advised as the barest warning. "I know it'd be good press for you and all, but I'd really like to have this conversation without a bloody nose."
Duty done, Draco braced himself. "I've just been to see your girlfriend," he informed the other man. He shifted slightly, aware of the line he was about to cross and very aware of how Theo's temper could go from 0 to 60 in the blink of an eye. "And while your tragic romance is very touching, I want to know about the other woman." He had no doubt Theo would know who he meant. Draco tilted his head, eyes direct on the other man's face, for once uncertain what this bout of honesty would bring him.
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31 years old
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Post by Theo Ashland on Oct 18, 2016 4:38:14 GMT
And when he was angry, nothing better to push Theo over the line than a threat. Or what sounded like a threat, which was most things when his blood was already beginning to boil. Any good feeling from before dissapated like steam. Theo had no patience, ever, but especially not these days. When something irked him, he got stuck on it. Whatever it was Draco wanted (because he had to want something, Theo wouldn't allow any other reason for him to be here), he really didn't want to give it to him now - especially not with the git throwing threats in his face. "Is that right?" Theo spoke tersely, pushing off the door frame to invade Draco's space. The intentions of Draco's words were utterly lost on Theo, who wasn't very clever to begin with, and who helplessly retreated to the reptilian parts of his brain at the slightest hint of aggression. Theo spread his arms wide as Draco checked him out. "Think you can take me out yourself, then?"
In all reality, Theo was not the brainless idiot his anger so often made him out to be. He recognized that many of the people he challenged didn't deserve it; his issue came with controlling it all. Once he was set off, he would eventually explode; it was inevitable and something he'd never been able to get a handle on. Draco's provoking didn't help. It was nothing more than his usual snark, which Theo usually managed to enjoy (maybe in some attempt not to always be an explosive git), but it felt more threatening than usual. Maybe because Draco had the perceived upper hand here. He might be suspected, but he wasn't arrested; and it felt like he was shoving that right in Theo's face.
Draco was shoving Theo's anger right in his face, too, which momentarily froze him up from his move to toss the weasel off his porch. 'Wait to punch me until after you're done'. What the bloody hell was that supposed to mean? Theo knew exactly what it meant, actually; Draco saw him as an aggressive animal with a need to be tamed, and in true aggressive animal form, that pissed Theo off. And Draco wanted a bloody conversation; Theo definitely wasn't going to give him that. He knew it, he knew Draco just wanted something from him, just like everyone else. He took another step closer to the blonde. "We're not having a bloody conversation. You've got about two seconds before--"
Again Theo was frozen by Draco's words, fingers clenched into fists at his sides. He'd been to see Mali; and now he was here to brag? Draco had to know what he was doing. Surely that mouth had gotten him into plenty of trouble with people like Theo before. Maybe he wanted to get hit. Especially when it made insinuations like -- oh, hell no. The last words to leave Draco's mouth were dropped like bombs, mind numbing loud and violent bombs, the kind that momentarily washed out the rest of the world around their impact zone. Over their reverb, Theo barely heard the humorless laugh that dripped from his tongue, or felt his knuckles connect with Draco's perfect little jawline.
How was he ever to control a thing he was barely ever cognizant for? "Watch your fucking mouth, mate. Don't ever think you can talk to me like that again." And once it started, it didn't just stop. It wasn't relieving, to explode like this. The explosion was just there to start the fires. Still, the humbling experience of the past few weeks kept Theo firmly on the porch, glaring instead of pummeling. Draco had a wand. Draco had freedom. Draco had a lot of things that trickled cold water over the flames of Theo's anger.
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