Knocking on heaven's door -alexander- Sept 23, 2019 15:03:08 GMT
Post by DIO GREYBACK on Sept 23, 2019 15:03:08 GMT
Dio had a long and terrible ride behind him. The Knightbus was an awful way of travelling when you were already hurt. The sudden stops and drops weren’t helping his many bruises and other injuries. He couldn’t believe he went this way but where else was he supposed to go. There weren’t many people he considered as an ally, now that was clearer than ever. Even with some ‘allies’ he couldn’t show himself in a weak position. So where could he go? His mother made it clear he wasn’t welcome home until tomorrow. Then Alex appeared in his mind. The soft boy who had formed a rare and odd alignment with him in their first year. It happened before they noticed just how different they were. Dio just kept hanging out with him because it had become so normal.
So that was where he went. Dio grumbled at the blood on his shirt, he should probably get rid of that. What was underneath however would probably turn even more eyes, so he decided to walk quickly to the door. Damnit his arm still stung like hell. Why? Hadn’t he learned to ignore pain? His entire body was still tense from the cruciatus curse. His nose was broken, and he had a large bruise on his forehead and around his throat, but his arm was noticeable still in more pain.
He didn’t even know if the Ravenclaw would be there. And even if he was home, if he would be the one opening. Come to think of it he had only been here once maybe twice. However, knowing Dio, he would likely let himself in regardless of who opened. Luck was with him for once because the tiny bird boy opened. “Yo, cancel all your plans, I’m staying for the night,” he announced in a crispy voice to the other boy, leaving no room for argument. “Where is your bathroom again?” Now Dio was quite sure that Alexander swung the other way. However, he was also confident enough in their friendship that he wouldn’t give his much softer buddy accidental hard ones. He had barely set foot in the building and he already took off his bloodied shirt. “Fuck,” he hissed as he checked the damage. Talking was hard. His ribs were starting to turn blue. His jaw seemed lock when he laid eyes on his left lower arm. It was covered in dried blood but between the blood one could spot cuts. Together they spelled a word. Failure
Note: takes place during the winter break