He takes a deep breath, presses it down. In, out, in out. Focus. He
won't let himself get mad or frightened. He can be better. He can show
her he can be better.
The anger rises in him like a slow tide - who would do that, what would they want to prove, how could they use someone like Elizabeth that way - but he's familiar with it. The rhythm of feeling the Obscurus stir, pushing it back down, is slowly becoming more familiar again. Having the beast inside him at the height of its powers is making its moods easier to identify, even as it rattles at the bars of its cage all the harder.
"....good. I'm glad it didn't. Nobody should - nobody should do that."
She can practically see it in him, and she looks at him, his eyes, his jaw, even as she can feel the muscles in his body tense up against her.
She's proud of him. She's scared, too, a little, because right now she doesn't want to know what would happen to her if he erupted again-- but proud. It shows in the way she smiles at him now, and her fingers grasp his so she can squeeze his hand.
That little touch makes him fairly vibrate with anxiety, but only for a
second, and then he relaxes - like a nervous stray cat who isn't sure
whether a touch is going to be good or bad until it's underway.
"I was hurt once and - another wizard healed me," he says. "It wasn't his
job or anything like that, he could just - do it. I think, maybe most of
them can."
"It could be useful now," he says, "if you're hurting," but he won't pursue it any further than that. He steps into the elevator with her and watches her press a button.
She appreciates him not pressing further- honestly, honestly, she's deeply ashamed of the whole episode. She feels used on top of her physical pain, and it's making her feel dirty.
It's taking a lot already to stay calm in front of Credence, someone she doesn't want to bother for varied reasons. It's not obvious, but this close, he'll be able to feel it in her shoulders.
"Let's talk about something else," she proposes, quietly, as the elevator goes.
"Oh." He looks a little wide-eyed at the coincidence - he was aware Elizabeth had a roommate, sometimes, but not who it was. "She's been - very kind. She showed me a gallery in the Enclosure that she made."
"She - she gave me some art books from the library, first," he says. "She said that some things are - are easier to express in art, than by talking. I think she wanted to show me that, in the gallery."
"And how did you find it?" A lot of the art she saw in there was very Western, but there were pieces in there that stirred her. Even if she doesn't understand most art.
"...strange," he's forced to conclude. "There was a lot I didn't
understand. But...it helped me to know what she meant, when she told me
about how art can....express things."
"There was - a painting of a woman," he says, steering his mind away
sharply from the city scene, the smear of indistinct darkness across the
night. The things it had stirred in him, the way he'd panicked. He hates
thinking he might have scared Annie.
"She was, um, naked. But that's not what I liked about it," he adds
hurriedly. Beyond the initial embarrassment of feeling like he was
intruding somehow, he hadn't really noticed, there'd been nothing salacious
about it to him.
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Date: 2017-01-25 08:26 pm (UTC)"I got," she starts, trying to be honest with him, but the last time he got so angry. "Injured."
A little. Well. She lost a lot of blood, but she's always a little pale around the nose.
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Date: 2017-01-25 08:50 pm (UTC)He takes a deep breath, presses it down. In, out, in out. Focus. He won't let himself get mad or frightened. He can be better. He can show her he can be better.
"What happened?"
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Date: 2017-01-25 08:54 pm (UTC)"Someone used me to teach someone else a lesson. It didn't work."
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Date: 2017-01-25 09:05 pm (UTC)"....good. I'm glad it didn't. Nobody should - nobody should do that."
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Date: 2017-01-25 09:10 pm (UTC)She's proud of him. She's scared, too, a little, because right now she doesn't want to know what would happen to her if he erupted again-- but proud. It shows in the way she smiles at him now, and her fingers grasp his so she can squeeze his hand.
"They shouldn't. I know."
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Date: 2017-01-25 09:35 pm (UTC)That little touch makes him fairly vibrate with anxiety, but only for a second, and then he relaxes - like a nervous stray cat who isn't sure whether a touch is going to be good or bad until it's underway.
"Have you been to the infirmary?"
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Date: 2017-01-26 10:50 am (UTC)"The person who wasn't interested in the lesson- she brought me."
She keeps holding his hand like this, trying to get him to calm down, stop vibrating.
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Date: 2017-01-26 11:17 am (UTC)"Mr Scamander could probably - heal you," he says, haltingly, unsure of his own words. "If you still have any injuries the infirmary couldn't mend."
Maybe he could, too, if he knew how. If he had a wand. If he wasn't broken.
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Date: 2017-01-26 11:19 am (UTC)"Could he?" She asks him, raising her eyebrows. She has no idea what Scamander could do- he just seems awkward.
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Date: 2017-01-26 11:23 am (UTC)"I was hurt once and - another wizard healed me," he says. "It wasn't his job or anything like that, he could just - do it. I think, maybe most of them can."
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Date: 2017-01-26 12:19 pm (UTC)"He should work in the infirmary," she says, and stops in front of an elevator to get to her floor.
"I know they're always short."
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Date: 2017-01-26 12:42 pm (UTC)Sick as opposed to injured, which Mr Graves dealt with so seamlessly that he assumes all wizards are capable.
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Date: 2017-01-26 01:19 pm (UTC)"It could be useful in emergencies," she suggests, then shrugs. It's not really her problem.
The elevator dings, and she steps in with him.
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Date: 2017-01-26 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-26 10:01 pm (UTC)It's taking a lot already to stay calm in front of Credence, someone she doesn't want to bother for varied reasons. It's not obvious, but this close, he'll be able to feel it in her shoulders.
"Let's talk about something else," she proposes, quietly, as the elevator goes.
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Date: 2017-01-26 10:16 pm (UTC)He shakes his head, changes the subject.
"D-do you know Annie?"
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Date: 2017-01-28 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-29 01:01 am (UTC)"...strange," he's forced to conclude. "There was a lot I didn't understand. But...it helped me to know what she meant, when she told me about how art can....express things."
WOW this is so late sry
Date: 2017-02-01 11:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-01 12:17 pm (UTC)"There was - a painting of a woman," he says, steering his mind away sharply from the city scene, the smear of indistinct darkness across the night. The things it had stirred in him, the way he'd panicked. He hates thinking he might have scared Annie.
"She was, um, naked. But that's not what I liked about it," he adds hurriedly. Beyond the initial embarrassment of feeling like he was intruding somehow, he hadn't really noticed, there'd been nothing salacious about it to him.
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Date: 2017-02-02 09:22 am (UTC)"What did you like about it?"
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