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Jun 11, 2016 14:40:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2016 14:40:41 GMT -7
Royal was still trying to understand everything that had happened to him. One moment, he was at King's Cross, and the next,everything had come crashing down. There was a yawning hole in his memory, presumably caused by his head injury, and that made it difficult to piece together the history of the day. He barely remembered his conversation with Jacob, but Royal was pretty sure that he had cried at some point, if the puffiness of his eyes was anything to go by. The bandages around his arm were stained red and would need to be changed soon, but Royal wasn't concerned. There were people more seriously injured than he. Other than the his head, which was still a little achy, he felt fine. He was ready to help with the rebuilding, but the healers had refused to let him go until they had observed him for some time because they were worried about his brain being injured.
Royal was waiting for someone to come into his room and alleviate his boredom, but his grip of time was somewhat shaky. Maybe his head wasn't as healed as he thought it was. Either way, he was dying of boredom. If hhe was being honest, being alone with his destroyed tattoo and scarred arm was threatening more tears, and Royal wanted to be rescued from his pain.
@victoire
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Jun 13, 2016 7:42:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2016 7:42:43 GMT -7
Victoire had been deaf for the last five minutes. Or rather, that's what it felt like. She was told that Royal was hurt and suddenly all the sound was sucked out of her life. It reminded her of another Kingsley. She apparated to the hospital after a few moments of catching her breath. She had to remind herself that he was still alive and there was no reason to completely lose it here. She was directed to his room and rushed to it, pausing outside the door before stepping in by herself. She didn't bother to shut the door as she crossed to his bed side. If she could hear his voice the sound would come back, right? "Royal?" she said, seeing that his eyes were open was enough for her to let out a slight cry of relief as she reached his bedside. She lifted her arms as if to touch him but she wasn't entirely sure of all the places he was injured, so her hands just hovered there. "I should have been there," she started, shaking her head and blinking rapidly to try and keep the tears back. Victoire didn't like to cry in front of people, Royal would know that. "I didn't know. I didn't- are the girls okay? Abby and Addie?" she already knew they were from Harry's report that the train didn't suffer any casualties, but still the words came out. Maybe talking about something else would make her face not feel so warm and wet. Wait, what? She lifted a hand and realized that her efforts had been pointless. How long had she been crying? Had it been at seeing him or had it been in that same moment that the sound stopped? @royal
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Jun 15, 2016 11:11:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 11:11:31 GMT -7
There were four people in the world that Royal could never stand to see cry: his mother, his sisters, and his best friend. Watching Vic cry was worse than crying himself, and Royal swallowed back any pain that he might have been feeling in order to better help her. "Vic." He responded softly when she said his name. "I'm fine." He tried to assure her. Royal wasn't above lying if it kept Vic from hurting any worse, and he reached his hand up to wipe the tears from her cheeks. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. Maybe he was in pain, but that didn't mean that she couldn't touch him. "You can't be everywhere, Vic. It's fine."
Royal searched his head for the information she had asked for. He couldn't remember anything about Abigail, or Adelaide. "I'm sure they're fine." He replied, not sounding sure at all. The amount of times he had said 'fine' in the past three minutes was astronomical, but he couldn't commit to a stronger adjective until he could remember more and could feel more than pain and terror that he had made Victoire feel even worse.
@victoire
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Jun 15, 2016 12:10:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 12:10:36 GMT -7
Viv shook her head as Royal said her name, saying he was fine. her shoulders shook and the rock in her throat grew larger as he lifted a hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks. She bit her lip, looking up at him her eyes quivering. One of her hands found their way to her mouth. He reached up and put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned forward, completely giving in to the tears now, lowering her head onto his shoulder. She stayed there for a few moments even as he answered her question about the girls. It was clear in his voice that he didn't actually know if the girls were okay, and that's what caused her to start talking. "Harry told me everyone on the train is fine," she said, not lifting her head from his shoulder. She wasn't putting too much weight on him, just in case. She did turn her head a little so her words weren't muffled. "And you're not fine," her eyes had finally found his other arm that was completely wrapped in bandages that were soaking through with blood. She turned her face back toward his shoulder, regretting ten fold that she hadn't been there. But what could she have done? If she was there they probably would have killed her, in all honesty, and then people would be in even worse shape. She sighed, taking one more breath before sitting up again slowly, wiping her eyes with her hand. "Teddy and I didn't get there until it was all over," she explained. @royal
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Jun 27, 2016 16:13:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2016 16:13:25 GMT -7
Comforting someone else was quite therapeutic, Royal thought. Victoire had rescued him by letting him calm her. It was good for both of them to be together, he decided. Every time something horrible happened, they had the choice to fall together or crash apart. The only time they had chosen the latter had had disastrous consequences, at least for Royal. He couldn’t pretend to know what Victoire had gone through because they hadn’t been together. But now they were, and somehow that made being injured just a little bit better.
Royal’s shoulders sagged in relief when Victoire said that no one on the train had been injured. His sisters didn’t need any more grief in their lives. He had told so many people that he had wished to take his sisters’ pains for them, and this time, he had managed to do that. “I will be.” He assured Victoire quietly. “Us Shacklebolts are a resilient bunch. Takes quite a bit to get us to stay down.” Royal couldn’t really say anymore on that matter – he didn’t want to make it seem like his father was less of a Shacklebolt because he had been assassinated. That wasn’t his fault – a Killing Curse was one of the few things that would qualify as something to make a Shacklebolt go down and stay down.
“I’m glad that you and Teddy are safe, Vic.” Royal said after a pause. “We need our Minister. Better me than you.” He was just the Junior Assistant. Hardly disposable, but not irreplaceable like she was. “And our Minister’s…guard?” He tried, still unsure where the whole Teddy-Victoire situation lay. It seemed to change every day.
@victoire
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Jul 5, 2016 9:20:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2016 9:20:23 GMT -7
She nodded as he assured that he would be okay. She knew that, of course. She couldn't help but smile as he said that his family was a resilient bunch and that it took a bit to get them to stay down. "We have that in common," she nodded. They really were incredibly similar, and together Vic was sure that they could really do anything if they tried. At the Head of the Ministry, they could fix all this, right? They could fix all this... Vic leaned forward slightly as Royal said he was glad she and Teddy were safe, and stayed quiet when he went on to that that they needed her... and the ministers guard, though that was a little awkward questiony. She smiled softly, "the wizarding world may need me, Royal, but I need you," she spoke gently, looking down at her hands. "And... there's something else. it's not that important, though," she started. @royal
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Jul 6, 2016 20:59:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2016 20:59:40 GMT -7
Royal liked that Victoire thought that the two of them were alike. He liked pretty much everything about her, so having anything in common with her was a win, in his book. Royal shuddered to think that when he was younger, he had been worried to be placed in Slytherin, when all it did was give him his best friend. “Get knocked down seven times, get up seven times, huh?” Royal asked. He was pretty sure that he had messed up the quote a little bit, but hey, head injury.
How many times did she have to say that she needed him before he actually began to believe it? Royal didn’t know, but it was nice to be useful, even if his use was only her best friend. “Well, it’s probably more important than you say it is, since you bothered to mention it.” Royal pointed out. Part of the reason Victoire needed him, after all, was because he wasn’t afraid to call her out when she wasn’t making sense.
@victoire
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Jul 8, 2016 10:40:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2016 10:40:40 GMT -7
She nodded and smiled half-heartedly, "more like fall down seven times get up eight," she chuckled, making a bit of a joke. But really, they had to get up so much it was better to give that side of the quote a bigger number. Maybe that meant they were one step ahead of the curb, right? Maybe that meant they weren't completely falling apart...
She knew he would say something like that, about it being important if she had brought it up. She was glad he did, too, otherwise she would have been a little disappointed. She took in a deep breath, leaning forward again until her elbows were resting on his bed. She lowered her chin in her hands, eyes on Royal still. "It's Teddy," she said, aggressively trying to not smile, which was a weird feeling. "I think I..." if there was anyone to discuss this with it'd be Royal, right? She cleared her throat, looking down at the blankets for a moment, "I just don't think this minister-slash-ministers guard thing is supposed to be our relationship. I don't know..." she chewed her lip for a moment before looking back up at him, her brow wrinkle increasing, "I feel like I don't know anything these days."
@royal
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Jul 8, 2016 21:19:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2016 21:19:43 GMT -7
Victoire was quick to point out the flaw in his logic about falling down, but the more he thought about it, the surer Royal was he was correct. “But if you’ve only been pushed down seven times, how can you get up eight? You have to be down to get up.” He was getting really confused – people couldn’t get back up from a tragedy until after it had happened, could they? Stupid head making simple quotes seem really difficult.
He should have been able to guess that whatever Victoire was talking about, it involved Teddy. A lot of her emotional crises seemed to, not that Royal minded. He just wanted Victoire to be happy, and she had been happy when she was with Teddy. He nodded along when Vic explained her hesitations about their current working relationship not being the relationship they were meant to be in. “Well, if it would help, let’s list some things you do know.” Royal said when Victoire’s frown was as its deepest point. “You have a family who loves you, a best friend who’s more stubborn than a cockroach, and a good head on your shoulders.” Royal continued on with the best advice that any concussed person could possibly give. “If you don’t think the relationship you have is right, then it probably isn’t. Follow your gut.”
@victoire
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Jul 19, 2016 17:08:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 17:08:13 GMT -7
She chuckled a bit at Royals confusion, but only just, "it's a metaphor. Something about being able to stay ahead of the bad, or something," she said with a shrug. She felt like she needed that mentality in her life, in all honesty, and if it took a confusing metaphor to get it in that head of hers then that's what she was going to listen to.
Vic's brow creased further as Royal started to list the things she knew, and by the time he was done she felt herself smiling slightly and giving a nod. "You're right..." she shook her head, blowing some air through her lips before sitting up straight again. She placed her hands on her knees, elbows straightened, "how did you get to be so smart?" she ask, giving him a smirk of admiration. Royal had always been smart, though.
@royal
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Jul 21, 2016 14:08:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 14:08:14 GMT -7
Royal needed to remember that metaphors were not easy to understand when concussed. He probably wouldn’t be able to remember that, though, so he didn’t know why he bothered even noting it. “But if you get up, then someone can just push you down again.” He said with a frown. This definitely wasn’t a good idea to be thinking about, because he was getting into an even more negative headspace than he already was in before. Royal decided to just move on to the next point of discussion, the one about Victoire’s relationship.
“I’m right a solid thirty percent of the time.” He said with a smile. “As for being smart, it’s probably because I hang around you so much.” That much was definitely true – Royal liked to learn so that he could keep up with Victoire, who always seemed to be at least three steps ahead of him. “So, you decided anything now?” He prodded.
@victoire
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Aug 3, 2016 9:59:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 9:59:41 GMT -7
Vic shook her head, reaching her hand out to pat Royals hand, "lets talk about this later,"s he suggested, smiling softly at him. She was both glad and nervous about the new direction the conversation had gone, though. She chuckled at his percentage of being right and that smile he gave was enough to help her breath a little better. She scoffed at his next words, "I... okay, i guess that's true," she chuckled. Then he asked if she'd decided anything and she breathed in deeply through her nose, then shook her head. "I think I need to think about it. But don't worry, I'll be sure to bother you with the entire thought process," she joked. Then she leaned forward and stood, planting a kiss on his forehead before bending down to look into his eyes, her face incredibly close to his and her eyes incredibly serious, "just don't go dying on me anytime soon, Royal Shacklebolt. Okay?"@royal (you can do one more
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Aug 3, 2016 11:26:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 11:26:13 GMT -7
Talking about everything later was probably a good idea; Royal was certain that it would be easier to converse with him when his head was healed and his mental faculties were fully restored. Right now the best he could do was a couple of goofy jokes and unpolished, slightly convoluted metaphors, which was not what Vic deserved when she was talking about possibly life-altering decisions. “Take all the time you need.” Royal replied. It would be better for both of them.
Royal smiled when Vic kissed his forehead. She had always been such a mother hen, when you pushed aside all of the mother bear type stuff. “Of course I won’t die on you, Vic. You’d kill me if I did that.” He grinned. He wouldn’t put it past Victoire to find the Resurrection Stone from The Three Brothers, use it to bring him back to life, and then kill him again. She could be intense that way. “I’ll have my mum write you when I’m home.” He promised. He knew that Victoire had other things to do, and the promise to write would hopefully allow her to do them without worrying about his well-being. Despite the pain, emotional and physical, Royal knew that in the end, he would be okay.
@victoire
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Aug 6, 2016 13:52:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2016 13:52:55 GMT -7
He was right, of course. She would kill him if he died. That grin he gave her caused her to grin back and she nodded, "then you better stick around," she said firmly. He then promised that he would have his mum write her when he was home and she nodded. "Okay. I'll see you soon," she turned away then, heading back out the door so she could attempt to get to get back to work... either she could let this make her focus or break it, so she decided to let it make her work harder.
@royal (LE END)
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