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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Apr 16 2014, 10:20:41 PM Post #1 | ||
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Carmen paced back and forth, the light of her hair braided with gold woven between strands of blonde. Sitting pressed against her lap rested a journal, its leather cover engraved with filigree; her quill pressed into the page, scratching and dragging as the ink bled from each scrape. Her mouth filled around the words, lips pursed as she whispered, lines and rhymes dancing in her mouth; her poems sounded like songs, mingling with the earth defrosting. Birds came alive in each gust of April wind, their wings carrying the scent of spring. Carmen inhaled and exhaled, her bright eyes rising from the page. He was late. He was always late. She bent low over her journal, pale nose pressed against the parchment; she wrote for him, because of him. It was always this way, and the notion was as romantic as it was destructive. His presence was persistent, a nagging panic always resting inside of her rib cage. From Carmen, to Teddy Born from bruised womb I carried you, drank your blood And brought you here. They will feast on you. Wolves shred limbs and veins, Pupils round like your mother's Swollen belly before she Gave you to winter, let your Body sink in shredded water banks; Here is the place where I loved you. |
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| Theodore Wickham | Apr 16 2014, 10:55:33 PM Post #2 | ||
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With March winds came April showers, springing May flowers, but the winds had not brought change. Theodore rolled his sleeves to his elbows, as if to prepare himself for an emotionally exahuasting task. The sky was pink with a finality. The air was heavy with promise, but promises had a penchant for being broken. Theodore ambled down the steps with a sense of direction in his mind. There he saw her, poured over a book, and her silver strands of hair gave her an image of mysticism; she looked like a fairy, a forest nymphet that glowed under the shrinking sunlight. He smiled at a sight so familiar. "It's getting late," He turned to face the sunset, face half-hidden by the shadows. Theodore's jaw tightened. As a nervous habit, he shoved his fists into his pockets. "I'm afraid I'll have to take points if you stay out any later," He tapped the prefect badge on his chest. "Just doing my duties." |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Apr 16 2014, 11:19:43 PM Post #3 | ||
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Carmen's own badge was nestled against her chest, a mark of her status. As the wind pulled back her hair, the badge was lost admist the braids and tangles. Silently, Carmen placed her quill in her journal and closed it shut, the pink warmth of a sun falling asleep dancing on her arms, marked by chilled skin, growing paler. Anemic yellow bruises pressed against her wrists, signs of exhaustion in the furrow of her brows; despite this, her face retained its glow, a faint aura, mystic and delicate. "I thought you'd never come," she said, tone dripping with sarcasm; she struggled with the natural instinct to smile, one that came so easily when Theodore was around. Carmen sharply inhaled, convinced that if she concentrated hard enough, could feel the angry blood pulsing in Teddy's veins, each flow of his arteries binding them together. She was convinced of their intricate dance of intimacy; what flowed through Carmen flowed through Theodore. What pulled her to him was neither lust nor love. It was something else; it was something greater, a great need that pulled Carmen headfirst into hurricane winds. "Come sit with me," she asked, her voice quiet. "No one will find us here." A smile tickling the corners of her mouth, she pushed herself to frown, looking not at Theodore but at the owls that swooped and hooted over the tops of thick trees outside the courtyard; the rustling of leaves hissed in the air as darkness brought cold. Theodore silently took the seat beside Carmen and she turned, looking down. Her eyes fell to the space between them, taunting in the quiet. She sighed, scooted, and felt her heart quicken as her leg pressed against his; heart swimming in her throat, she swallowed it back down. "I need your help," said Carmen then, something she hadn't said to Teddy since they had persevered in the Triwizard Tournament, not since Karissa, not since Primrose, not... since... Carmen's cheeks grew paler. In response to Theodore's silence, she began to fill the space with her words, her anxious tongue jittery. "It's my mom. I think... I think she's really... I don't know," confessed Carmen. Her eyes narrowed; she sighed. "You're so busy with you, and I don't blame you, and everything that happened is hard, but... I'm going through things, too, and I... I thought you should know, I think... I think something's going on with my mom. I mean, Tinsley's still on the run, and my mom's... my mom's been..." She was staring at Teddy earnestly now; he wasn't looking at her but rather staring straight ahead, his profile strong and narrow. Her voice cracked, lip quivering as an April gust stole what little warmth was left in her barren frame. How long had it been since she had been able to spill herself to him, and gain something? How long had it been since she had stared into his eyes and found a want there? "Are you even listening to me? Do you ever listen, or are you just waiting for the right time to break me?" |
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| Theodore Wickham | Apr 16 2014, 11:45:15 PM Post #4 | ||
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Carmen had went for a straight plunge; headfirst into revealing herself, bleeding onto him as a wounded animal. Theodore was always willing to listen, but no one was going to sit around and willingly be accused. He removed his hands from his pockets and anxiously rubbed the clammy palms on his knees as she talked. He never met her eyes, as if some daring insult to neglect her words, but Teddy always listened. It was always someone else to spill their sorrows: Dolly, Don, Lily (especially after the divorce), Daisy, sometimes Louis when Anita was ignoring him. And Jane, she needed it the most after her brother's passing, but she had closed like an oyster, encasing valuable secrets into a pearly treasure in her belly. Her destructive behavior at the Draper wedding had only solidified Theodore's theory: everyone was losing their fucking minds. He paused to allow a silence for the sun to set. And the sky darkened, and the stars missed the sun, just as Theodore had longed for Carmen. As soon as the light had faded, Theodore suddenly felt lively. Resurrected, rebirthed. Alive. There was little to do to slow the pulse of emotions he felt. "I can't break you," He drawled. "You're indestructible, and I love you too much." And then he looked at her the way every girl dreamed to be looked at. As much as he adored her, selfishness would always be a filthy trait that would cloud his every decision. His mother had it, his father too, and even darling little Vera. It was inevitable. Half of it fueled into self-loathing. "Why are you concerned? Being the Headmistress is something she's always wanted." Theodore reached for her hand, but by miscalculation, had gripped her wrist instead. There wasn't an electric shock. He had felt a pulse. The energy surged up his arm, white bands of light swarming into his skin like waves over sand. Theodore released her. "Did you feel that?" It was a ludicrous question; the ground beneath them had felt it, as well as the trees and the owls. Theodore intertwined his fingers with hers. The pulse happened again, but it had deepened with each second he kept his skin on hers. Black whisps of smoke began to ooze from his palm, grouping and forming a small, charocal fog around their hands. The pulse quickened in speed. Theodore did not lift his eyes from the illusion. "Carmen, what are you doing?" |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Apr 17 2014, 12:03:43 AM Post #5 | ||
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Flex. Carmen felt a twist in the folds of her mind as she often did when her Light surged forward. Carefully controlling, she was taken aback; it hadn't screamed this loud without her permission since she first discovered her true nature. It was a reckless feeling, and dangerous. It was the feel of icy rain devouring skin and leaving cold, wet trails in their wake. It was the feeling of the hot sun, the sandiness of screaming tongues and the taste of fire. She felt this with every sunset. Carmen was reborn in the glow of night, the moon perfume sizzling the nape of her neck. Hairs on end, Carmen's eyes had closed, immersed in a feeling so foreign but familiar, reckless abandon and wild instinct colliding, hellbent. This was the feeling of the moon's soft serenade, countless nights spent calling to her from the highest tower. This was the feeling of Orion's glare --not Black, but the star constellation, intricate and winding. Each galaxy once sleeping in Carmen's veins shivered awake in the palm of Theodore's hand. Her eyes snapped open at Theodore's voice; she remained silent, watching the darkness soak through his fingerprints and climb up and through him, winding tendrils of soft black, almost shadows. Carmen's light was woven through the darkness, glittering rays of pure white bleeding through. "It's not me," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes searching Theodore's inquisitive face. "I can't... I can't make that. I'm Light." Carmen ripped her hand away from his; she realized now she was sweating. She wiped the sweat away from her forehead, clammy skin cold to the touch. Carmen's insides were aching as she felt the moon kiss strength back into the weak marrow of her bones. "I can't make what that was." Her voice was shaking, her eyes locked on Teddy's hands, where wisps of black remained, drifting lazily over his skin. "What is it?" |
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| Theodore Wickham | Apr 17 2014, 11:05:03 AM Post #6 | ||
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"You don't have to be born with it, you know," added Carmen, finally betraying Professor McKelvey's trust. She had sworn to never divulge this. "You... you can acquire it." "Acquire?" His voice cracked with excitement. How was it possible? How did he know that he wasn't born with it? Carmen's power appeared in a response to a near-death experience. How close to death would Theodore have to go in order to gain his elementium? He hoped it would be something fearsome, like Dolores' fire or Carmen's light. Teddy would rather give his power to someone else if it was as wimpy as McKelvey's wind or Gray-Winters' plants. The first thought had not been the obvious, but the fact that Theodore had remembered that exact conversation had exalted in a series of violent shivers down his spine. There was a nagging denial that gripped his throat, permitting him from speaking, afraid that if he did, Vera would lunge from the shadows and smother him until she took what was his. She had broke into a feverish sweat, face drained of blood and breathing as if just returning from a deep plunge into the lake. But Theodore was fine; in fact, he felt vibrant energy surging through the blood tunnels. Alive. He refused to believe her, until he realized the onyx fumes were drifting from his hand. "What do you mean you're not doing it?" There was a doubting crack in his voice. Why did she not know what was happening to them? Theodore dared himself to reach for her hand again. He noticed that when his flesh neared hers, the black tentacles stretched for hers, towards the light. Light and Dark. Between their palms, she breathed life into him, creating an intergalactic, intricate web of constellations, fading stars, time and light, their bodies electric. Theodore swallowed the lump that had cemented on his tongue. He moved away from her, but the smoke continued to snake around his fingers. "If this is what I think it is," He began slowly, though every fiber in his being was screaming for it to be false. "Then this is the biggest fucking cliche I've ever been." There were ten powers, and they were given to you by a chance of roulette. He had hoped for a strong blaze or a deadly ice. But this was lethal. "I don't want to jump to conclusions," Theodore's breathing began to race with panic. They had read about each elementium's power and weakness in Magical Concepts, of course. Fire's weakness was water. Earth's weakness was fire. But Dark... Only a certain kind of monster could tap into his inner darkness for this. Dark absorbed light, energy, life, and if he should ever become powerful enough, consume everything until nothing was left but a gaping black whole in space and time. Theodore's heart began to beat with a frightening loudness. "Carmen," He said in-between quick breaths. "What if I'm it? What if that's me? What if I am the Dark?" |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Apr 17 2014, 02:07:17 PM Post #7 | ||
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Carmen had spent many nights between her mother and younger sister, long before her mother had assumed the role of deputy Headmistress. They would lounge, pale legs tangled as they waited up late for Carmen's father to get home from work. Emma spooned fat globs of ice cream into plastic bowls and they laughed, baby Poppy's gummy smile puckering as she tasted cold. So many times, Emma paused, finding her eyes locked on Carmen, mesmerized. Her body had created something not only beautiful, but mysteriously gifted; in Carmen's laugh she heard thunder and in her smile, felt fire. She was unusual; Emma knew no love could ever replace what she felt for her firstborn. It was this trust that prompted her to share the stories of her wounded youth, childhood stolen by the hands of pain and war. "You need to know these things, because one day, it will be up to you not to repeat the same mistakes," confessed Emma, her hand squeezing her daughter's. "It's your generation that will have to pick up the pieces of mine." What had always interested Carmen, however, were stories of a love before her father; with daunting honesty, Emma confessed much more than she should have, but nothing that she would ever regret. "I never saw myself living this life," she had said. "I never saw myself marrying your father. But when I... when I saw what he could do, what he was..." Emma's voice trailed off, eyes glassy and mind far away. "I never wanted to tear myself from someone I loved so much, but the darkness in him... I couldn't balance him out. He was so like the very thing we had devoted ourselves to kill." Carmen stared at Teddy now, her eyes wide and locked on his. I couldn't balance him out. But Carmen's palms were growing cold, each fingerprint demanding to be felt; she felt every blood cell multiply and every electric charge of her thoughts, brain's command center screaming in excitement. Forever, Carmen had known this to be true, but had never admitted it to herself. All that her mother was not, Carmen had grown to be. Every weakness her mother confessed beneath soft cotton sheets, Carmen had mastered. I couldn't balance him out. Breathing heavily still, Carmen held an inhale in the center of her solar plexus and exhaled; her hand held Teddy's firmly, their fingers pressing against each other's with a firm need. "Whatever you are," she said slowly, "is okay to me." "You have been blessed," Carmen said with breathless admiration. "This power is rare; people have died for it. Teddy, no one can know about this." Somehow, even in the wake of her mother's sad introspection, Carmen could not bring herself to be fearful of Teddy; they were balance, yin and yang, harmony. As the shock wore off, her steely determination flooded every cell of her structure. "In darkness, there is always light," she murmured, reciting memories from textbook pages with Ravenclaw clarity. "But how? Who did you kill?" It was a joke; rather, it was an almost joke, because Carmen almost feared the answer. Pitifully, her smile faltered and her eyes fell back to the energy surging between them, the space swirling. Between them, they created universes in their hands. |
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| Theodore Wickham | Apr 17 2014, 08:05:00 PM Post #8 | ||
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"Who did you kill?" Shoshanna Mimieux. Shoshanna. Shoshanna. Au revior, Shoshanna! The muscles in Theodore's neck tightened. He knew Carmen had no ill intent, but to remember it, the feeling of Mimieux's life slipping into his fingers... Vividly, he recalled the blackening of her eyes, the palor of her lips. The maze had swallowed her down like a healthy gulp of French wine. The Mimieux family never got a body to bury. "No one," He shook his head. "I-It's..." Genetic? But Vera had a greater chance of enveloping the Dark than he did. Theodore Julian Wickham.... Julian... Julian Kahn. Kahn had been the universal elementium. Was Kahn Theodore's father? Impossible. The Wickham children were blonde-haired, blue-eyed with gaunt faces. But... Couldn't he be? His mother ran in the same circles, desperate for an angry fix, hollow-eyed and destructive. Theodore was reluctant to rule out the possibility, resulting in a slight identity crisis. "Should we tell your mom? Mine...?" Meaning Lily, of course. "It needs to be someone we can trust." |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Apr 17 2014, 08:40:09 PM Post #9 | ||
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Carmen paused. "That's why I asked you to meet me here tonight." She stared at Theodore intently, mulling over the right words in her mind before she spoke; so often she did this, sitting in silence, practicing the sentences in her head before her mouth allowed her to choke out the truth. With a heavy sigh, Carmen continued, "She hasn't been acting like herself since everything happened." It was an accident, really. Carmen loved to snoop around the Headmistress' Office, and now she had a perfectly reasonable excuse to. She paced back and forth across the hardwood floors, peering out of the windows at the students, pinpricks below, and tapping the ornate frames of sleeping past headmasters. She held her breath and called into the dusty corners of the room for Ravenclaw's ghosts to step forward; she imagined it'd enthrall them to see a Ravenclaw at the helm of the school, but The Gray Lady never showed. There was nothing extraordinarily new to the office except that the drapes and area rugs were now woven of blue and silver; the phoenix that allowed others entry was now, fittingly, a raven. The flames flickering from levitating candles glowed white, not gold. Carmen stole the Headmistress' seat, her body propped against its high, velvet back. The seat was stiff and uncomfortable, her body rigid against it. She hummed, folding her hands before her; what would it be like to be named her mother's successor? Had Carmen ever wanted to be anything else but this? Her smile widened as she looked down at the desk her mother had sharply organized and cleaned; a stack of books, a candle or five, and several ornaments and photograph frames filled the desk. She wasn't sure why she did it, but Carmen picked up one of the books and rifled through the pages. As she did so, a note fell out, wrapped and sealed in an envelope. Only the sheer curiosity of a Ravenclaw would rip open the envelope and read the hurried scribble of a frantic hand, ink spilled onto the corners of the pages before the signature: T.C. "I think she..." Carmen's hands were shaking as she looked at Teddy blankly, out of words and energy. "I found... I found this in her things. She was out at the Ministry, official business something or other, and I was snooping because I'm me of course, and I found... I mean, this is a copy, it's not the original. My mother would've noticed in a heartbeat; but I don't think she expected the raven to let me up without her permission, either. I guess it's the blood." Her fingers were shaking as she stumbled with the parchment; she handed it to Theodore, waiting for his response. Headmistress - Thought you'd never come around. Word on the street is you know what you're doing. If you can walk the line I'm ready to see you. Drinks, on me? You know, you never did have fun back then. Was it the prefect's badge? October 11, midnight. T.C. |
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| Theodore Wickham | Apr 18 2014, 10:49:41 PM Post #10 | ||
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The night retracted back into Theodore's palms. As quickly as they had come, they had gone. He felt normal, as subtle as anyone could feel, but his stomach was somersaulting wildly. Elementium. Elementium. Dark Elementium. It seemed unreal; his brain failed to register the fact, this strange genetic code that composed his body. The stardust that evolved for billions of years had created this. His hand trembled as he read the letter. It was too much. Everything, everyone. Holy fucking shit, he had just discovered he was AN ELEMENTIUM?! He had hoped for it for his entire life, and now he was gifted with the most complex power of all. Was anything relevant to him at that moment? It was frightening of course that Carmichael was lurking among the shadows, but with this new ability, he actually felt that he could stop her. "What do you think it means?" He felt an anxious pain in his chest. "This is happening tonight. What if...we became the flies on the wall?" |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Apr 19 2014, 07:14:34 AM Post #11 | ||
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Carmen reached forward, her palm grazing the hard line of Theodore's jaw before she pressed her lips against his. She leaned away, azure eyes scanning his face for answers; they both seemed determined, their faces hardened. "If not now, when?" She stood, her fingers drifting from Teddy's skin. The longer they touched, the more alive she felt, as if every atom was screaming; it was distracting and her mind struggled against drifting into the comfort he provided. "We must go now," continued Carmen. "I can get us in; I don't know if it's a fluke, but the raven responds to all descendants of Ravenclaw, not just my mom." Eyes cast toward the edge of the forest, Carmen shrugged her shoulders. "We'll have to go now. Hide out before... before whatever is happening... happens." The blush of Carmen's cheeks began to fade to nervous pallor. |
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| Theodore Wickham | Apr 20 2014, 11:40:27 AM Post #12 | ||
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Theodore followed her gaze to the Forest, every muscle screaming to reveal his plans for the future. With his new discovery, everything had suddenly become too much. Thoughs, ideas, limitness in his mind that held a universe. He nodded at her words. He would deal with his problem later; Carmichael was a bigger obstacle. "Let's go." He grabbed her hand firmly, and the couple rushed to the castle. |
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