[closed] you put on quite a show~
WHO: James Potter (who is currently more stag in his head than James) and Lily Evans
WHAT: The blood got James and Lily is running to the rescue.
WHERE: Crabclaw Inn, Room 33
WHEN: Day 39, early evening.
His head was so overwhelmed; two sides of his mind at war with each other. The stag knew what it wanted to do. It wanted to follow the instructions of this note. It want to go and no no no no no. No matter how much of an idiot everyone thought he was, he knew right from wrong. James knew who he was. And he wasn't a fucking arse. He wasn't weak. He could fight this.
The stag couldn't. It was clawing at his insides. He could feel the animal bubbling just under the surface of his skin and he winced, curling into a tighter ball, eyes still trained onto the journal. It was lying 5 feet away on the floor, open face down. It looked so small and insignificant and slight and James wished he wasn't so alone. He wished he had Sirius and Moony and Pete and they would be able to stop him. He wouldn't be here in a ball, hiding from a book.
He wouldn't be tempted. He wouldn't be weak.
what is this what's going on i need help i need help i need help
Emotions cut through his brain more than actual words, animal instinct working on overload, and his more civil brain functions running dormant.
fearlonelinessconfusiontemptationwant
He unfurled his body from his crumped position, getting up onto his hands and knees.
wantwantwantwant NO
No. He was strong. He could fight it.
James sat. The stag was still restless.
WHAT: The blood got James and Lily is running to the rescue.
WHERE: Crabclaw Inn, Room 33
WHEN: Day 39, early evening.
His head was so overwhelmed; two sides of his mind at war with each other. The stag knew what it wanted to do. It wanted to follow the instructions of this note. It want to go and no no no no no. No matter how much of an idiot everyone thought he was, he knew right from wrong. James knew who he was. And he wasn't a fucking arse. He wasn't weak. He could fight this.
The stag couldn't. It was clawing at his insides. He could feel the animal bubbling just under the surface of his skin and he winced, curling into a tighter ball, eyes still trained onto the journal. It was lying 5 feet away on the floor, open face down. It looked so small and insignificant and slight and James wished he wasn't so alone. He wished he had Sirius and Moony and Pete and they would be able to stop him. He wouldn't be here in a ball, hiding from a book.
He wouldn't be tempted. He wouldn't be weak.
what is this what's going on i need help i need help i need help
Emotions cut through his brain more than actual words, animal instinct working on overload, and his more civil brain functions running dormant.
fearlonelinessconfusiontemptationwant
He unfurled his body from his crumped position, getting up onto his hands and knees.
wantwantwantwant NO
No. He was strong. He could fight it.
James sat. The stag was still restless.