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WHEN: 'Alive Without Breath, Cold As Death'; Wednesday, January 19th, 2009; 3.09AM
WHERE: Gryffindor Common Room
WHO: ANUS!
Andy decided he wouldn't go back to his room after visiting the toilet in the early hours of Wednesday morning. He trudged into the Common Room and headed for the chair closest to the fire. He sat down and brought his feet up on the chair, tucking his knees underneath his chin. With a sigh, Andy wrapped his arms around his legs and stared into the fire. The House Elves must have not long stoked it because it blazed merrily away, flames licking the air with vigour. His eyes showed the fiery reflection, otherwise the only real sign of life.
Andy looked awful. He had for a while now. He'd not shaved in two weeks and would have had an impressive beard, had he had the ability to accurately grow facial hair. But, as if he didn't have enough problems, genetics had decided Andy could only grow facial hair in unattractive, uneven patches. It was probably a good thing he was going through a 'not caring' phase right now. He hadn't showered in a few days either and smelled distinctly of 'Andy' and 'boy'. His desire to carry on with normalcy after his break-up with Bach had obviously gone out the window. Andy was having genuine trouble with even getting out of bed these days.
The Kübler-Ross model was in full swing.
Firstly, he'd been in denial. The first three days he was bothered to the point of madness by, not his boyfriend's "I love you' but the fact he'd wanted to say it back. The fact he didn't even need to think, it was almost autmomatic. He didn't love Bach. He couldn't. He'd been careful, he'd done his best to keep it casual. But then, he couldn't deny that something over Chrismtas had changed. He'd changed.
Then he'd become angry. How dare Bach break his promise, how dare he tell Andy he loved him! That was their agreement and having the seventh year break it was unacceptable and a betrayal! But he couldn't, in good conscience, deny someone their feelings. Everyone had a right to feel what they felt, especially a friend.
Then came bargaining. He thought about taking back the fight they had, in exchange for the best blow job of Bach's life. Or he wished that he could have calmly talked to Bach, instead of just breaking up with him. For that, he would have done anything in the bedroom Bach could ever ask for. ANYTHING. Coincidently, bargaining came about the same time as his sexual longing.
And then the fourth stage, although Andy was, of course, oblivious he was following the direct path of some psychological babble he wouldn't understand. Depression. He'd stopped speaking to just about everyone now although he did offer Lou (and only Lou) non-commital grunts every so often. Personal hygeine had clearly gone out the window. Life just didn't seem worth it. He was down on hmself more than he'd ever been. How the fuck had he ruined things with the first person who loved him? Love was hard enough to find as it was and he had freely thrown it away!
He hugged his legs tighter into his chest.
WHERE: Gryffindor Common Room
WHO: ANUS!
Andy decided he wouldn't go back to his room after visiting the toilet in the early hours of Wednesday morning. He trudged into the Common Room and headed for the chair closest to the fire. He sat down and brought his feet up on the chair, tucking his knees underneath his chin. With a sigh, Andy wrapped his arms around his legs and stared into the fire. The House Elves must have not long stoked it because it blazed merrily away, flames licking the air with vigour. His eyes showed the fiery reflection, otherwise the only real sign of life.
Andy looked awful. He had for a while now. He'd not shaved in two weeks and would have had an impressive beard, had he had the ability to accurately grow facial hair. But, as if he didn't have enough problems, genetics had decided Andy could only grow facial hair in unattractive, uneven patches. It was probably a good thing he was going through a 'not caring' phase right now. He hadn't showered in a few days either and smelled distinctly of 'Andy' and 'boy'. His desire to carry on with normalcy after his break-up with Bach had obviously gone out the window. Andy was having genuine trouble with even getting out of bed these days.
The Kübler-Ross model was in full swing.
Firstly, he'd been in denial. The first three days he was bothered to the point of madness by, not his boyfriend's "I love you' but the fact he'd wanted to say it back. The fact he didn't even need to think, it was almost autmomatic. He didn't love Bach. He couldn't. He'd been careful, he'd done his best to keep it casual. But then, he couldn't deny that something over Chrismtas had changed. He'd changed.
Then he'd become angry. How dare Bach break his promise, how dare he tell Andy he loved him! That was their agreement and having the seventh year break it was unacceptable and a betrayal! But he couldn't, in good conscience, deny someone their feelings. Everyone had a right to feel what they felt, especially a friend.
Then came bargaining. He thought about taking back the fight they had, in exchange for the best blow job of Bach's life. Or he wished that he could have calmly talked to Bach, instead of just breaking up with him. For that, he would have done anything in the bedroom Bach could ever ask for. ANYTHING. Coincidently, bargaining came about the same time as his sexual longing.
And then the fourth stage, although Andy was, of course, oblivious he was following the direct path of some psychological babble he wouldn't understand. Depression. He'd stopped speaking to just about everyone now although he did offer Lou (and only Lou) non-commital grunts every so often. Personal hygeine had clearly gone out the window. Life just didn't seem worth it. He was down on hmself more than he'd ever been. How the fuck had he ruined things with the first person who loved him? Love was hard enough to find as it was and he had freely thrown it away!
He hugged his legs tighter into his chest.