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memery. ([personal profile] dousing) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-04-19 07:51 pm

MADE A DEAD MAN'S MONEY YOU CAN SEE IT IN MY SMILE


COVERED IN BLOOD MEME


So you're a bit of a mess. Or you're stumbling upon a mess. What happened? There's blood everywhere, what the hell? Is it your blood, animal blood, the blood of someone you murdered? Hell, maybe you ran out of tampons. Anyway, no matter how it got there, you're (or someone you know is) covered in blood. Can it be explained away? If not, is someone going to prison? The hospital? Going to die of blood loss? Get in trouble for playing catch with the blood bags? Man, we don't know. The point is you have a mess to clean up. Or roll around in gleefully, you nasty fucks.

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negativechill: (ɢᴇʟʟᴇʀᴛ : 033)

[personal profile] negativechill 2017-04-27 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Gellert doesn't move from where he's seated next to Credence, eyebrows lofted just a little as though he's in disbelief. Perhaps he is - the boy has spent how long out here alone after everything that happened? He's still alive. He's still hanging on. He wants to place a hand at his nape, draw him in closer, but he refrains.

His touch trails over places he can sense that Credence is hurt, a non-verbal diagnostic spell kicking around in his own brain to tell him. He still doesn't pull his wand, instead letting him cement his touch with warmth and healing in the younger man's mind. He only does this after Credence relaxes against the wall though, waiting for him to not be tense like a creaking spring.

"I shouldn't what? Help you? Nonsense." So soon as Credence shows him that damage Gellert frowns. How dare they, to his Credence? This gets a peculiar treatment with Gellert leaning in, holding onto his arm with one hand and the other hovering over the wound. "Try to stay quiet. This may hurt, it's not going to heal properly unless I can clear the residual magic out. I'm here, hide your face against me if you must."

It's not a long list of steps but they'd spun so many spells at Credence that the magic's practically bleeding out of him like any blood is. Siphoning it out is painful but it could be worse, Gellert's hand open-palmed and just barely not touching him. "Breathe." Only once that's done can he work on the injury itself, which is bad enough that he does need his wand. He knits the skin and muscle back together carefully - it would be better with a potion, it's going to leave a nasty scar like this - but there's little else to be done for it just now.

Hopefully that clears out some of the pain. He waits for Credence to show any signs of paying attention to him again before he speaks. "You don't seem like a monster to me."

(Gellert is the monster, here.)
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[personal profile] wicked_and_unnatural 2017-04-27 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
His breath hiccups in something that might've been a derisive snort if he weren't so well conditioned to keep any such expression silent. 'Try to stay quiet." He could not remember the last time he had been foolish enough to allow himself to verbalize a response to pain. It only made things worse, only made Ma more angry... Ma who was dead now, because of him.

The least he could do was restrain himself as this strange man had requested. Even experienced as he was swallowing down any sounds it hurt, hurt in ways he hadn't known he could hurt until a short time ago. He remained carefully still, breath trapped in his lungs, teeth grit so hard he was trembling with the force of holding himself taught. Sobs caught in his chest, stifled and shuddering but he didn't make a sound, not even a ragged breath.

It isn't until his vision is going a little grey at the edges and Gellert tells him to breathe that he finally gasps in a harsh breath. He tries so very hard to let it out slowly, to breathe normally and not pant with the pain searing through his side, up into his chest. He sucks in one more breath, hard and painful and then stills all over again because if he lets himself breathe that iron control over his pain might shatter and then he'd be left sobbing and weak and he deserves this, every last ounce of this pain is his punishment for what he was.

His eyes are blurry with tears and he does his best not to let them fall but even he can only do so much. There's a long moment of silence, even after Gellert has healed what he can and Credence can do little more than try to remember how to breathe, tears falling slow and silent. "Y-you..." He swallowed hard, voice strained and raw and trembling. "You're one of them..." A weak gesture to his wand.

"You saw what I did."
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[personal profile] negativechill 2017-04-27 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Gellert knows that about Credence, that he's so used to pain, but he's not supposed to so of course he's requested it. He listens, makes sure that Credence isn't about to pass out, just lets him settle back down once he's done. There's a chill - Gellert takes his coat off and drapes it over the young man. There's a long ragged gash in one side of it and his vest underneath is caked in some blood of his own, but he doesn't seem to notice it.

"You're doing well. Keep warm with this." He tips his head back afterward, one arm moving to curl around Credence's shoulders and keep him close to his side. Gellert is tired, drained, but this is more important. He keeps warming, soothing, doing what he can for the smaller wounds by being tactile, wand between two fingers.

"A wizard?" He lifts his head again, looking over to Credence as though he's confused. "Yes. So are you. A wizard with a beautiful strength." He's speaking softly and carefully, trying to get his point across as gently as possible. To not scare him away. "Has no one ever told you that you were a wizard?" Everything he's doing now is distracting. Little touches, leaning close, his mild voice. Tailored specifically. "I saw what happened, but that isn't about what you did. It's about what people have put inside you and what that has done, what mistreating you got them in the end. You didn't hurt anyone. Your magic was helping you protect yourself."

A lovely speech, isn't it? It absolves Credence of any wrong-doing. "Has someone told you before that magic is bad?"
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[personal profile] wicked_and_unnatural 2017-04-29 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He could endure the pain silently and with little fuss. The soothing words and touches, the comfort offered by the other man, that is nearly enough to break him. Credence leans heavily into the contact, head resting on Gellert's shoulder, tears slowly but steadily dampening the fabric of the other man's shirt.

He wanted to believe him so badly, believe that it wasn't his fault, that he could not possibly be held responsible for the horrible things he's done. But he has had nearly two decades of guilt beaten into him and it is nearly impossible to let that go. "I'm not." Not a wizard, not beautiful or strong. He shakes his head slightly but doesn't withdraw from the warmth of the arm around him, no matter how much his mind insists that he should. He's cold and tired and everything hurts. Just this once he will allow himself to have some small measure of comfort.

"It's a sin." Magic, the comfort he finds in the other man's touch, his very existence. "It's wicked... I'm wicked." Soft and resigned, even a little apologetic. Then he shifts, moving to retake his own space, separate from the other man. Sure that admittance will make the contact unwelcome now. "I'm sorry... thank you." He starts to hand the coat back to Gellert when he notices the tear, the splattering of blood, and looks down at him, really looks at him for the first time, eyes wide and frightened.

"Are you-" No clearly not okay and here he was tending to Credence's wounds. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." If only he weren't so useless he'd have noticed, maybe been able to help.