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lebruised ([info]lebruised) wrote in [info]1978,
@ 2012-08-11 20:39:00


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It was winter and snowing outside as Rabastan snuck out of Hogwarts. His main goal being to escape everyone and everything for a little while. His parents had been noticed dead and no one was questioning him. Not even a single cop. His brother had spoke to the papers about the tragic incident and it was all seeming to blow over. He couldn't believe it had been that easy.

Remus was trying to console him like a boyfriend should, but he and Walden hadn't even seen each other since the night his father had caught them. And of course, his father hadn't even done any of the things Walden thought he would do. It was all just going to blow over.

But now, he was at the gates and climbing over them to enter Hogsmeade. He lit a fag and put his hood up of his jacket, walking into the shadows so no one would know he'd come from Hogwarts. It was easy enough to get into the Three Broomsticks, sitting down in the corner by himself. He ordered a beer.

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[info]lebruised
2012-08-14 12:43 am UTC (link)
Rabastan cried a little harder when the man came inside of him like that. He was going to die in the dungeon of Macnair Castle. And he wasn't even sure the other man would have anything left of his body.

He closed his eyes, so he didn't have to look at him. "Please. Just let me go."

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[info]wallie
2012-08-14 12:57 am UTC (link)
Walden laughed, pulling out of the boy and then grabbing his hair, dragging him across the dungeon. "Where would the fun be in that?" he asked. "I think you're mistaking me for a different kind of man. Someone weak, like your lover."

He tossed the boy against the wall, then shackled him in place, with his arms above his head. "The elf will keep you in enough food and water and healing to keep you from dying too soon. Don't worry. I'll keep you nice and well fucked, like you're used to."

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