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 Reversed Shadows, Monty/Maeve - Lana
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 7100
There was a darkness behind Maeve's closed eyes, yet the shadows never lasted forever.

The girl and her blood dripped across fingers-tips, the girl she had hurt. The girl who she begged the security guard to take into the hospital. This ache in her eyes for someone to fix this mess she'd made. She was hardly sure if he had obliged. Hardly sure if the girl had survived.

“You have to let her in..”

But soon enough that had hardly mattered. Its repetitive and uncertainty. A glance down and it faded away, the moral compass that she wanted so strongly to believe.

The blood was sticky, and it gnawed away at her bones. It clawed away skin and sanity before darkness took over.

But shadows became shorter.

She could smell the toxic cleaning chemicals before her eyes opened. She could almost feel the white-washed walls surrounding her. Maeve's body began to shift, the chair she was sitting upon hard.

Eyes fluttered and darkness reversed, the white hospital waiting room empty. Or so she thought. An abrupt stand, glancing down to the dried blood upon her fingers, the echoing mind.

She knew she shouldn't be here. She had to get back before they noticed.

She was a Blackbourne, an obscurial. The NSPS couldn’t afford to lose something like that. Maeve agreed. Of course she did. Her eyes scanned the room, pausing, landing on something. Landing on Him.

TAG @MONTGOMERY FITZPATRICK

Mar 17 2018, 01:59 PM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 8300
Anxious desperation clung to the girl like a heady perfume, narrow shoulders overburdened by a limp frame. Monty had alleviated her of that weight, scooped up the body and sent it away with emergency services. He had no clear idea what had been wrong. He wanted more than anything to find out.

Perhaps she was an accidental murderous, fits of rage coming and going like bad weather. Would the still beating heart of the body in the emergency room spell her doom? He wondered if she’d be dragged out of here in handcuffs. He gazed down at her feeble wrists and decided the restraints would likely slide right off her. .

She had collapsed, the tide of adrenaline that had carried her here ebbing away once the task was done. He’d been there to catch her, a hand slipping beneath the crown of her head to keep it from clashing with concrete. The details of her face were more vivid now. Eyes closed, thick lashes, full lips, a gentle spray of freckles across her nose. A blood spattered angel.

His shift had ended but he still sat in her hospital room, there to watch as she began to stir. Inky lashes batted as she adjusted to the clinical light. And then she was looking at him. The corner of his lips turned up slightly. He lifted the empty plastic cup scrunched in his left hand, unflinchingly casual and familiar. “I ate your jello.”

@MAEVE BLACKBOURNE

Mar 19 2018, 02:54 PM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 7100
Of course Maeve doesn't remember the man carrying her through the door and into this room. She doesn't remember his touch upon her skin, his claws making her spine roll, her body itch and ache. She didn't remember his embrace, his muscles carrying her almost as if she were weightless. Sleeplessly embracing. Butterflies and needles.

But she felt it when she woke for certain. Her breath some-what ragged, her skin crawling upon itself throughout from his touch. Unconsciously, she reached down and scratched her left hand with her right. You'd be surprised how quickly skin turns red-raw. Bits of dried blood found themselves creeping under her nails.

After her eyes darted around this place, upon her body, the blood that stuck to fingertips and clothes, she looked back to him. Breasts lifting and falling.

Jello?

There was a familiarity to him. But it wasn't his face that did it. She didn't know him, and yet, he smiled at her like she did. Confusion fluttered over a pained mind.

"What time is it?" Her voice considerably strong and stern for a girl her size. But Maeve was stubborn in a lot of ways. In her views. She knew where she should be, and it wasn't here. It wasn't in the NorthWest Hospital with the security guard who grinned.

A small glance down to her now red hand, wrapping arms around her stomach, handing disappearing. A defensive mechanism some might say. A shift upon her feet, her flickering to the closest exit.

"I have to go."

The dried blood was eating away at her, and she could feel it in the back of her mind. She could feel everything inside of her screaming to go. It wasn't just the OCD. It wasn't just the Obscurial.

TAG @MONTGOMERY FITZPATRICK

Mar 19 2018, 04:41 PM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 8300
She went from dormant to frantic in the bat of an eyelid, the desperation he’d calmly appeased earlier an apparent fixture of the girl’s conscious mind. From the neck down she was frail, angular elbows and gangly legs. She held all her recklessness in her face, with a hardened jaw, tense lips and wintry eyes.

Unless he was missing something she believed she was a lot tougher than she really was. He hoped he was missing something.

He clicked his tongue, stained with artificial orange. “Quarter to seven.” He rose from the chair where he’d been reclining, pacing around the hospital room and eyeing the decor with an air of disdain. As usual, he could understand their desperation to be out of this miserable place, but it simply wasn’t his job to be accommodating. As if by pure accident, his pacing brought him to stand before the exit.

“Fairly sure they wanted to run some tests on you when you woke up.” He was full of shit, but who could rebuke him? “So...guess that’ll be coming up any minute now.” He tilted his head at her curiously. “What’s your name?”

Mar 21 2018, 07:25 AM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 7100
As people looked at her, like he did in this moment, she knew what they saw. They would see gangly elbows and thick eyebrows. Someone who shivered at being touched, itching and aching at the dirt that surrounded them all.

And it was easier that way in the No-Maj world- that they saw her simply as that. Hair pulled back and pale skin that had scars and bruising. Needles certainly were never kind.

Maeve's eyes followed as the security guard walked across the room. If she didn't have OCD, if she didn't have the magic inside of her screaming, perhaps she wouldn't have noticed where he stood. The fluorescent green light hovering over him. The little green man through the door.

Tests? She didn't need tests. she certainly had enough of them already. A small sigh left her parted lips. Maeve knew better than to make a scene, and so for a moment, she stood. No arguments. Not yet.

Not that she intended to stay.

"Maeve Blackbourn-" She cut off, right before she finished. There was no reason not to trust someone in this world, they werent the enemy, and yet, she paused.

"Did she survive..?" Maeve asked slowly, her eyes connecting with Monty's hoping she didn't have to explain. Hoping that he would understand. The girl she had practically dragged across the concrete floor to this hospital, desperate for help. The girl she had watched eyes wide and blood drip. Maeve's fault. But, perhaps she couldn't expect that from a security guard.

A small glance to her hands, to the blood that sat there upon fingertips and nails began to pick lightly at skin, at the blood that stained. Eye lids felt heavy, lips felt dry.

TAG @MONTGOMERY FITZPATRICK

Mar 21 2018, 06:09 PM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 8300
Maeve. Maeve’s forthright answer took him off-guard. She’d been so unwilling to offer up information last night, alluding to nothing about how the pulverized girl had ended up that way. And now she simply offered up her name. First and last. With so little prompting and probing. Perhaps she wasn’t as prickly as she’d initially seemed.

His lips quirked upwards, a sincere smile. Her name was too fitting, short and sweet, a morbid sense of mystery clinging to each syllable. He thought of blackberries, of bellflowers, of bruised shins.

Did she survive…?

He wondered what she hoped the answer was. There was something distinctly ominous about the patient before him, something that made him question if she’d brought the bloodied girl to that state. If it had been some hideous accident, why wouldn’t she have said so? Perhaps she’d dragged her body to the hospital in some mad act of charity. Perhaps now that she could see sense again she’d realised the victim would be better off dead.

Perhaps his imagination was getting the better of him. Too little sleep.

“They haven’t told me.” He answered simply, resting his shoulder against the wall by the door. He wondered if he ought to offer his own name before deciding he’d have her ask for it first.

Mar 25 2018, 06:33 AM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 7100
The thing was, Maeve was secretive in regards to what she was. But who she was? Did it matter in a no-maj world? Perhaps there was a naivety to her, to the world outside of the institute.

A sincere smile, lips of his flickering upwards -perhaps it was the fly buzzing in her mind, or the ache in her bones, or the pierced skin, or the blood that nibbled away at her- but it almost bothered her. It made her wish to leave this place. A small glance to the clock, doctors still weren't here. not that she needed them

They couldn't help what she was.

At his words, a small noise left her lips, almost like a frustrated moan. A hand lifted, pushing fly-away hairs from her low ponytail back. The white-washed walls made her head hurt, her neck crane and her body shift within her own skin. She shouldn't be here.

Should she try and found out if the girl had survived? Found out if she had killed another? Perhaps she didn't want to know the outcome.

The man in front of her, he was nothing more than a security guard in this moment. He couldn't help her. She didn't ask for his name. She didn't want it. She didn't want anything that could allow her mind to think back to this place- this moment.

She couldn't wait any longer.

3 steps forward, towards him, towards the door. Her piercing blue eyes against her pale skin, arms patchy with remaining bruises and skin broken from incessant scratching.

"Move..." She said slowly, her eyes drifting back up to his. Outside of the institute, she could almost feel it within her slithering up her spine. The magic dying to be used within any situation. No. But she couldn't allow herself to feel trapped. OCD simply wouldn't allow it.

TAG @MONTGOMERY FITZPATRICK

Mar 27 2018, 04:10 PM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 8300
She released a bitter groan, slender fingers shifting over her hair to smooth the strays. He concealed a smirk, chin dipping towards his chest as he folded his arms methodically. She wasn’t upset. She was angry, disturbed. As if the uncooperative answer he’d given was preventing her from finishing a nasty chore.

The steel bed frame squeaked beneath her shifting weight and his gaze lifted back towards her. She was on the move, hospital gown billowing around her knobbly knees, socked feet padding against the linoleum.

“Move.”

She seemed to consider herself intimidating, as if her furrowed brows and feverish expression cancelled out the rest of her. She was tissue paper draped over toothpicks. A breath in the wrong direction and she’d be wisped out the window.

”You understand that I’m just doing my job, don’t you?” He reached a hand behind him, fingers wrapping around the door handle and pulling until it was firmly closed. ”You’re not well, Maeve. They’d like to run some tests before you do any more damage to yourself.” He eyed the scratched etched into her frail skin. Were those new?

Mar 29 2018, 07:16 PM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 7100
Naturally, Maeve could imagine how she looked. Hospital gown floating around her thin frame, no curves to cling itself too. Padded socks that felt strange, and strangely familiar, upon her feet- and in that small moment, she wondered how she'd gotten into this attire. Perhaps she had just been so used to the feeling of the material upon her skin.

She felt frustrated, more than anything. She should have felt disgusted with herself for what had happened last night, the lack of control she remained over what she had and the damaged it caused, the blood that had dripped. But she felt frustrated, and she felt sick.

She could feel his eyes upon her, like daggers dragging her skin, opening up little slits for the monster to crawl out of.

"I dont--" she began. She didnt need tests, but how could someone in a no-maj world understand that? She watched his movements, the small hand behind him shifting towards the door. A small silent thud of door against doorframe.

a tightness in her rising and falling chest.

Damage to herself? It was ironic. It wasn't her she would hurt -aside from torn skin from hands. Everything inside of her kicked. A small glance to the side, a fly buzzing against the white-walls before she looked back at Monty. She could feel herself getting angry, getting something. But she knew physically he was stronger than her...and she wouldn't use what she had last night.

He didn't get it.

A small step back from him, hands pushing into her hair, the blood on her fingers almost all transferred. He didn't get it, and she didn't know him.

Maeve liked to believe she wasn't a bad person, but she couldn't stop her body boiling over--

He was keeping her there against her will, and she had to get out. Without second thought, her hand lifted, in a swift motion colliding with Monty's cheek. A small release, but never enough.

TAG @MONTGOMERY FITZPATRICK

Mar 30 2018, 02:55 AM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 8300
He wasn’t entirely sure what piece of his actions had set her off. His words? The accusation that something was wrong with her? His refusal to move? The hand gradually pulling the door closed?

Whatever the case, he thought he’d been more than cordial.

But he could witness the disgust mounting, her frustration manifesting in the oscillation of her chest. His posture remained unchanged, a stubborn warden with a pleasant smile. I dont- He tilted his head curiously, brows lifting. She didn’t what? Understand? Want the tests? Believe she would cause more damage to herself? Unfortunately for her, in this scenario her opinions didn’t mean shit when it came to changing the outcome.

He watched her sway backwards, lips tense, fingers dragging through her hair. He anticipated a freak out and then-

Slap.

Her palm met his cheek, a stinging blow with a surprising amount of force behind it. Unfortunately for her, it was not enough force to affect him. He reached up quickly, snatching her wrist and pressing his fingers into her scraped flesh firmly.

He stepped closer, nearly chest to chest. His head tilted downwards to maintain eye contact with his far shorter opponent. His voice was calm, lips lifting into a crooked grin. “I think you should go back to bed, Maeve.”

Apr 1 2018, 11:22 PM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 7100
Maeve had known from the moment she did it that it would hardly end well, and she was right.

She could feel his fingers slide around her wrist, his grip firm upon her skin. She could feel it already, the alarm bells in her mind, ringing, but not for him personally, for the touch, his hands breaking every barrier she held up. Her body clenched, his one hand upon her breaking her down.

Don't touch me meant nothing in this moment.

Monty stepped closer, and she could feel her body ready to explode , her mind racing and ache, the OCD screaming, and her magic flaring. Her chest rose and fell heavily, almost enough to brush against his. Perhaps a more extreme reaction than one might think if they didn't understand why. HIs face, now centimetres away from hers breathed upon her, his voice physically warm, but echoing nothing more than a shudder upon her.

His voice was low, and yet she'd never heard anything like it before, the unbelief calmness. Not that it settled within her at all. Her arm twisted within his grip, her body no longer physically able to allow him to hold her- that didn't mean that he'd let go. But she could no longer pretend it didn't bother her.

"Let go..." she muttered, her voice low, and somewhat pained, her eyes lifting to meet his. He was beyond close, close enough for her to see the small marks upon his face, parted lips and strands of hair. But this wasn't stubborn proof of anything, it was a necessary plea. Let go before she had to make him let go. And the hatred magic was never kind. Pricks in her mind and skin grew, his touch upon her foreign, her body fighting it like a virus -and failing.

As her eyes focused in upon his face, perhaps she could see the red mark forming just upon his cheeks.

Apr 2 2018, 12:43 AM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 8300
His touch provoked an unexpected reaction, it seemed to illicit genuine pain. He checked his grip, certain he wasn’t applying too much pressure to the girl’s slender wrists. No...the discomfort seemed to come from something else.

A better man would’ve released her at this, offered an apology for so clearly offending her. But Monty saw an opportunity to learn more about the curious creature squirming in front of him. What were her boundaries? What made her tick? How long would it be before she retaliated against him physically again?

His smile was calm, his tone cocky as he pressed in closer to her, mirroring her backwards footsteps to bring her closer to the bed. “Now…” He sounded patient, but playful, as if he relished in every moment of her company.

“I want to believe that you’re asking me to let go so you can do as you’re told, but I don’t have much reason to trust you at this point now do I?” He gestured with the pointer of his free hand at his ruddy cheekbone, his grin broadening. “So...why the hell would I let go?”

Apr 2 2018, 03:43 AM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 7100
The security guard before her didn't let go, but perhaps she hadn't expected him too, not really. Not with that darkness in his eyes and the calmness that seemed to come so easily to him. a small wave of jealousy flooded upon her.

As she shifted back, she could feel him moving closer to her once again, effectively pushing her back towards the bed. The small amount of space that she had created again exploded with his body against hers, and a clock began to tick in her mind, knowing her fuse was short.

No, he didn't have much reason to trust her, he shouldn't trust her. The small freckles of blood left upon her fingers seemed heavier the longer she thought about it. His voice was playful, and painfully calm.

"You don't get it." Her breath came out in rasps, but she wasn't looking at him this time, she shut her eyes, just for a short moment, as if it might compress something within. Her hand tugged at his hold that refused to let out, harder than before, her other hand rising to try to pry his fingers off. Physically, she would always be weaker. But mentally, she could hardly control that--

A light bulb above them burst, glass shattering across the room, the other one across the room soon followed.

She could feel it coming, and he didn't get it. How could a no-maj security guard ever get this? Eyes connected back up to his, a darkness in there that hadn't been before. Her skin felt like it was on fire, each hair singing its way up her body.

"Let go." She asked again, her voice like a moan. She didn't want to do this, but magic didn't play games within her. Her body would no longer ask nicely. ".....please..."

Apr 2 2018, 05:35 AM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 8300
Fear sparked in those blue-gray eyes, another unanticipated response to his proximity. He would’ve expected nerves, or irritation. Maybe the nails she’d been applying to her own skin would scratch at his, biting into the back of his hand until he had no choice but to relinquish her.

She looked utterly distraught. You don’t get it. She told him. It was enough to have him pause, allowing a little more distance to seep between them. His fingers loosed against her wrist but he did not let her go. An unusual sound grated against his eardrums, like a razor scraping against a wine glass.

A lightbulb smashed overhead, tiny fractals showering over their heads and leaving a glitter dust against his shoulders. A second light blew out, cloaking them with dimness, the faint morning light only barely weaving through the dusty blinds. Said blinds were rattling against the window, propelled by an invisible, but obvious energy that radiated thick in the air around them.

Let go. She insisted once more. Perhaps he understood how the other girl had been mangled… Maybe she hadn’t let go either.

A wiser man would’ve heeded her instructions, but Monty’s curiosity outweighed his intelligence. A cheerful laugh burst out of him at the stewing destruction. He moved closer, releasing the hold on her wrist, his fingers reach to skim over her cheek instead - a softer, gentler form of contact. “What is this?” He whispered, eyes bright with foolish wonder. Even after a lifetime in the wizarding world he’d never seen a thing like her.


Apr 2 2018, 07:41 AM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 7100
A slight pause, and she could feel his grip upon her loosen. Not nearly enough for her to shift out, but enough that she noticed it.

As lightbulbs smashed above them, she hardly had seem surprised by it, but instead she felt almost sickened by the way the glass sat upon her shoulders and within her hair, combining with the blood that stuck firm. Darkness ensued, the only light coming from the dawning day, and even then, it made everything red, flickerings of orange. If they looked outside, perhaps the sunrise would have been a beautiful thing.

But... there wasn't this look of dismay upon his face. There wasn't a look of hatred or disgust like how others would glance over at her. There was a look of somewhat wonder . Shouldn't it have made her feel better about all of this? It didn't. His touch lifted from her, and a rush of relief surged through her- not that it lasted long.

The cheerful laugh. His hands driving over onto her cheek. His hands were soft upon her, gentler than before, and her eyes shifted from his fingers to his face as he spoke, lips parted and dry, chest rising and falling heavily.

'What is this?' What, not who

The monster he was of course referring to crawled it's way up her spine, ready to climb out.

For just a second, for just one short moment, everything seemed quiet. Calm. You could hear her breath between them, lips closing and opening again, a piece of glass dropping to the floor. But there wasn't silence because she had become comfortable with his softer touch. No. There was the no-maj terms: calm before the storm or deathly silence. Either worked fine.

Fingers twitched and neck shifted. Breath came out in staggered, eyes slide shut. this was why she shouldn't leave the institute.

Hands clenched, and as they did, the windows at the side smashed violently, the pieces of glass remaining bigger this time, small cuts appearing on her open flesh, wind flew in, regardless of the calm air outside - befpre it stopped, and Maeve could feel herself sinking to her knees. Away his touch, away from it all

"I don't want to hurt you...please.." No-Maj or not, in this moment it didn't matter to her.

Apr 2 2018, 03:40 PM
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