Amycus Carrow (amycus_carrow) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-05-01 02:43:00

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Alecto
“Fuck…”

This was the first and only word that escaped from Amycus’ mouth as he apparated back to the apartment he shared with Alecto above her apothecary. He immediately leaned his back against his dresser that was off to the side, carefully removing his mask and his robes, just getting back from Godric’s Hollow. He was certain that he was bleeding in several places, since he could feel the moisture against the cloth of his shirt as he took off the extra fabric. He left everything crumpled in a pile next to the piece of furniture he had been leaning against, pushing himself into a standing position as he raised a hand to his forehead, feeling the thick substance that had dripped down the side of his face. His jaw clenched as he looked at the crimson liquid on his fingertips before he looked towards the door, his stomach churning as he did so.

But it wasn’t because of the blood. No, he had seen his fair share of blood, and he had caused quite a bit of it to spill, but he was uneasy because his sister hadn’t returned yet. The youngest Carrow could only imagine what the hell kind of fight his sister had gotten into, since he himself had spent half the night fighting off someone he couldn’t even see. He had hit whoever it was quite a few times, blindly aiming spells in the man’s general direction, but Amycus had admittedly taken most of the blows…and his entire body was aching because of it.

He limped slightly as he paced from side to side, holding onto a gash that was in his side before he sat down on the bed, wincing as he did so. Shutting his eyes, he steadied his breathing, currently hunched over with a hand gripping at his side, knowing that he was just going to drive himself nuts if he kept watching the door every five seconds. He had a feeling she was going to apparate and scare the living shit out of him by just appearing in the middle of the room, but as long as she came back, he didn’t care.

Or, well, he’d care, but at least he’d know she was still alive.

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alectos
2008-05-01 08:09 am UTC (link)

A simple crack would have been far too graceful an entrance to ask for.

Alecto's entrance was much louder, much clumsier than that. The pop of her apparition--somewhere around a minute and a half after Amycus had arrived--blended almost seamlessly with the sound of the blonde falling to the floor at her knees, mask already off and dropping out of her hand as she did so. Her hands went to the floor in front of her and she closed her eyes as she leaned over the hardwood floor of the small living room area, panting heavily.

She felt (and probably looked) like she had just gotten her ass kicked seven different ways, and that wasn't exactly far from the truth. She had just spent the past--fuck, how long had it even been?--fighting an enemy that wasn't there, throwing spells at someone that was inecplicably invisible to her, and who could apparently see her just fucking fine, a story very fluently spoken by the gashes and bruises that now decorated every other part of her body.

Alecto was out of breath, she was aching all over--burning and stinging and just in plain agony in some places--and she didn't know where her little brother was. She had lost sight of Amycus quickly during the fray and only had to hope that he hadn't run into the same sort of problems that she had. She was worried out of her bloody mind, though, because she had seen other people that were fighting these invisible enemies like her and she didn't know if he was back yet and she couldn't help the feeling of dread that clenched in her chest at just thinking of what might have happened to him.

"AMYCUS!" she yelled through labored breaths, wishing fiercely, but not getting up hope, that he just might be back.

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amycus_carrow
2008-05-01 08:37 am UTC (link)

The sudden crash that came from the other room caused Amycus to sit upright, immediately regretting this since he had just pulled at that same wound that he had been holding onto. Rising to his feet, he grabbed his wand from his pocket, and crossed to the door as quietly as he could. For all he knew, it was an intruder. He couldn’t be sure, and until he was, he’d keep his back against the doorframe, his heart pounding in his chest as his head spun, losing more blood now that he was no longer sitting down. The wall was currently supporting him, listening to whoever it was move around, his eyes widening before they shut, relieved as he heard Alecto’s voice shouting his name in the next room.

He swallowed roughly, and used one arm to push himself into a standing positition, turning himself so that he was now in the doorway, his shoulder resting against the frame as he took in the sight of his sister. She was just about as bad as he was, if not worse...

He didn’t say anything at first, but just quietly stood there, not even noticed by Alecto, not making a sound. The only thing that probably drew her attention to him was the sound of blood dripping onto the floor every now and then, sliding down from the deep cut on his arm, beneath his sleeve to his fingertips, down to the wood he was standing on. It took him a few moments to blink and move himself closer to her, closing in the distance between them before he lowered himself down onto the ground in front of her, letting his eyes scan over the more visible wounds that she had obtained, not paying any mind to the fact that he was hurt as well. “You came back.”

There was so much relief behind his words, even if his voice was a little raspy and quiet. They were basically spoken for his own benefit, though. Just to make sure she was really there, no matter how broken and hurt she looked. It killed him, to see her in so much pain.

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alectos
2008-05-01 08:50 am UTC (link)

He stood there in slience for so long that he caused Alecto's heart to race in fear and realization that he must not be there. He wasn't answering, he wasn't there, he was still back in Godric's Hollow in Circe knew what sort of condition, probably laying dead in some--

And then he moved.

She couldn't even begin to describe how good it felt to hear his footsteps on the floor; even though she wasn't looking up, she knew it was him. She could feel it was him, and that feeling brought an intense comfort despite her wounds. As Amycus knelt down in front of her, she felt a security and warmth like a blanket come over her and finally she let her screaming muscles relax. He was there. Inexplicably, they'd both come out alive again, and he was there in front of her, even though all the odds had been against this from the second they had gotten the call to fight. She would never admit it aloud, but ever since she had become a Death Eater, every new day that she spent with Amycus was a blessing. She had a new appreciation of life and of him--that she, of course, would never tell him outright. But Alecto knew her brother, and she knew he understood it.

"You bloody prick," she grunted out as she rose back to just her knees now. She really would have rather just fallen over and gone to sleep right then and there, but Alecto wanted to look at him. Even if he looked just as bloody terrible as her. "'Couldn't've spoken up--sooner, could you?"

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amycus_carrow
2008-05-01 09:11 am UTC (link)

He was getting a little light headed as he stayed kneeling on the floor in front of her, but he would rather pass out on the hard wooden floor than get up and go back into the room without her. But neither of those options were going to work for Amycus. No, he was supposed to help her. He had to. They took care of each other. It was just how it always was, and always would be.

When she spoke, he rose his eyes to meet her own, swallowing back something warm and thick that wasn’t just saliva. “Shut up, Alecto…” Since they were both on their knees now, he was able to lean forward a bit to press his forehead against her own. Once he felt her warm skin against his own, he let his eyes fall shut for a moment. He needed a few seconds to compose himself, and he just needed to feel her there. “Damn it...” His lashes pressed together as he breathed deeply through his nose, shaking a bit since it hurt just to breathe. His hand went back to gripping at his side, his other one placed on the floor, pressing firmly against it. Eventually, he swallowed again and opened his eyes, pulling away from her so he could get a good look at her. “Can-…can you stand?” He knew it wasn’t the best idea to stay there, even though he was perfectly fine with just staying there, being near her. But he knew that if they didn’t move, if they didn’t get themselves cleaned up, they had a chance of bleeding to death.

Usually that was a side effect of mortal wounds.

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alectos
2008-05-01 09:25 am UTC (link)

She made a small sound meant to be an affirmative answer to his question, but didn't move just yet. She lamented the fact that he had pulled away what seemed like so quickly, and felt a little better just to keep staring at him. Not to mention, of course, that her current wounds weren't exactly going to love her for rushing to get up.

Finally, however, Alecto did reach out a hand to the coffee table, grasping the edge tightly as she forced herself through gritted teeth to raise to her feet. It was a shaky process and her hand needed to move to a wall in order to help her regain her balance, but she managed--it was a lot, as far as she was concerned. "Come on, there's--potions in the kitchen," she told Amycus, and reached her free hand out to him. She knew that he could stand because he had already done so, but he couldn't be getting much better with those wounds on him, and this was for her too. It would have to be a team effort to get the both of them to their destination, even if it was only about ten meters away. As she looked across that distance, Alecto reckoned that was going to be the longest ten meters of her life.

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amycus_carrow
2008-05-01 10:15 am UTC (link)

He nodded, to let her know he understood, but even the slight movement of his head to make the motion, made it feel like the entire room was spinning. But, he pushed through it. Watching her rise to her feet, he wanted to extend an arm to help her, but it took most of his energy just to get himself to a standing position. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, flexing the fingers of the hand that wasn’t pressed to his side before he reached out to grab her hand. His grip was secure, but it wasn’t tight, since he didn’t have the strength to squeeze much tighter, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

They both paused before they began to walk, or limp to the kitchen. There was a time when he allowed her to lean on him for support, even though the entire time he was trying not to fall over as well. They moved slowly, and carefully, until they finally reached their destination. It took only a few minutes, but it felt like hours. Amycus couldn’t even continue to try and stand up straight, and basically let his shoulder crash into the nearest wall, still holding onto his sister’s hand as he caught his breath. You would have thought the boy ran a mile, but no. He was exhausted because he moved from one room to the other. He tilted his head and rested his head against the wall, his features pale and drained. It wasn’t like she was perky and doing cartwheels either, though. No, they were both miserable, and bloody, and bruised, and tired. He just wanted some comfort, he just wanted to take something that would make him a little bit numb to the pain.

“What d-…do you need me to do?” He mumbled the words, the side of his forehead still against the wall, clearing his throat before he opened his eyes to look down at her before he moved his hand away from his side, seeing that his hand was now drenched with his own blood. He sighed before he put pressure on the wound again, wincing as he did so. He just needed to stop the bleeding for a while. That was really the injury that was making him so weak, because it was so deep. Not that other things weren’t helping with that, but once he got that taken care of, everything else should be uphill from there.

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alectos
2008-05-02 04:16 am UTC (link)

Walking was just about the most painful thing that she had ever experienced. Breathing was pretty bad too, of course, and so when you tried to put the two together--stumbling across the flat while panting because you just couldn't seem to get your breath back--it was absolutely excruciating. Swear on Merlin's name, if Alecto ever found out who the two were that had done this to them, she was going to go and wring their necks. Cowardly sons of bitches, hiding under invisibility--it had to be an invisibility charm or spell or something, even if she was rather sure none of those things existed. She had no respect for someone who couldn't face their own opponent, hell she even hated the fucking masks that Voldemort made them wear because it felt like she wasn't showing any pride, hiding under a stupid guise.

Alecto felt terrible leaning on Amycus when he was so clearly having such a difficult time keeping himself up, but several times along the way she felt like there was no way that she was going to make it all the way into the kitchen if she didn't have someone helping to hold her up. She knew she was losing blood, could feel it in her head, but not from where. Her body felt agonizing pain all over, all blended in, and knew she wouldn't be able to assess where the damage was until she could look for herself. Fuck, whatever it was, and whatever Amycus' wounds were--she hoped she could fix them with her potions, or else they were going to be in huge trouble. There was no way that they could go to St. Mungo's without looking suspicious.

"In the top cabinet--" she muttered, falling into a chair. She would have just taken out her wand and summoned the things herself if she thought it would actually work. "Red and green and yellow bottles--and the bandages in the lower drawer."

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amycus_carrow
2008-05-02 04:35 am UTC (link)

He heard what she had said, and he had heard the chair move, letting him know she had sat down, but he didn’t move right away. He just nodded his head and shifted against the wall. It wasn’t that he couldn’t make it to the cabinet, but he knew for a fact that it was going to hurt like a bitch, reaching up to grab everything. His eyes focused on his destination, his vision a bit blurred as he did so, taking a few more seconds to prepare himself before he pushed off of the wall and stepped towards the cabinet. He stalled before he raised his free hand, feeling other cuts pull open as he reached for the potions, his fingers shaking as he pulled down as many bottles as he could. They were placed down on the table next to Alecto, followed by the bandages when he had managed to turn around and grab those as well.

Once everything was laid out, he stepped towards the table and leaned against it as he pulled a chair closer to him. It felt so heavy, like it weighed 10 times more than it usually did, as he positioned it so he was sitting in front of Alecto, collapsing into the chair as she had just a few moments ago. He looked to the potions, seeing that there were about 3 of each for both of them. “Anyth-…anything else?” He was certain that if there was anything else he needed to grab, he wouldn’t be able to do it…but for her, he’d try.

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