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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 21, 2012 1:35:44 GMT -5
He was broken. Mosrael and her minions had taken his mind and ripped it to pieces, laid waste across his consciousness. She had taken control of him, caused him pain if he rebelled. Alex and Cain had set him free, but without that pillar of stability keeping him safe he was lost. Even without Mosrael, he had lost control. His mind was a strange place, with very little in his reach. Paranoia and his own genius took over, causing the machinations of his mind to change on a whim, never coming together and making sense.
He was a project for his brother and fiancee now, a burden on them. He couldn't take care of himself, he was hardly a wizard. He was a creature, his immense power ruled by the whims of his paranoia. Mosrael had been blasted out, but Curse Kameren was still gone.
Curse sat perched on the corner of his couch, hunched over his small leather-bound notebook. He wore his auror uniform, disheveled and stained. He hadn't worked in weeks, but every day he tried. Alex would turn him around at the door, and he would end up here. Alex hadn't been around for the last three days, though. So Curse hadn't moved from his spot. He fidgeted and scribbled in his book, neglecting the needs of his home and his body.
A thmp sounded in the apartment, and the sound of the door opened and closed. Wide-eyed, Curse looked up and around. Someone was here. Was it Alex? Arianna? Or, could it be someone else? Someone here to finish what Mosrael started? They would come for him again, he knew it. They would take his mind prisoner, and he would never be free. He couldn't be taken again.
As footsteps loomed closer, his hands glowed red around the book as he prepared a spell, just in case.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Dec 22, 2012 13:01:49 GMT -5
It was cliche and overused but Arianna Blackthorn felt like her life was spinning out of control. It seemed like yesterday that everything had been nearly perfect. She'd just got promoted in her job, the man she loved proposed and was cleared of murder charges. Now a new trouble brewed and she wished she could ignore it. Merlin, it would be so easy to ignore the signs. She'd done so with her mother. Had ignored her growing paranoia, her irrational belief that dark wizards long dead were hunting them. Ari had put up with the anger, the tears, had lived for the moments when her mother had been lucid had known who she was.
After Kris returned, after it had been discovered that he'd been controlled by a dark witch, Ari thought everything would return to normal. But it just got worse. It had been a few days since she'd seen Kris. He hadn't been happy with her when she suggested he go to St. Mungos for therapy. If he couldn't talk to her about what had happened he should talk to someone. He needed help and Ari wasn't sure she was strong enough to give it to him.
Ari let her self into the apartment, carrying groceries .
"Kris, it's me, I went to the store, thought you might need some food," She called out as she dropped the bags in the kitchen. The place was a disaster. Dirty dishes filled the sink and the counter, the furniture had been moved. Ari's heart pounded as she put the bags on a table and went to find Curse. She found him huddled on the corner of the couch his hands glowing red.
"Kris, are you alright?"
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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 23, 2012 1:20:26 GMT -5
Curse was paralyzed in his place, his long fingers wrapped tightly around his book. His emerald eyes were steady on the hallway, prepared for whatever was coming for him down the hall. The red glow of his hands grew ever stronger, ready to strike. If it was Mosrael, he would be merciless. She destroyed him; before this he was a successful auror, a good man. He was going to marry the love of his life. Now he wasn't sure what he was.
"Kris, it's me, I went to the store, thought you might need some food," She called out as she dropped the bags in the kitchen.
Steady, Kris. It may not be her. It wouldn't be the first time his enemies used his loved ones against him, to lure him into a false sense of security. This could be a trick by the Dark Lady. She could still have a hold on his mind, playing tricks on him to lure him back into her grip.
When she appeared in the hall, she watched him with wide eyes. She was so beautiful, with her big dark eyes. Her eyes always spoke to him, from when he first met her. They used to strengthen his love for her, but now they made him pull away. There was mistrust there. Fear, even. It hurt Curse when she looked at him in that way, someone who was so warm to him such a short time ago. When she looked at him like that he really felt his illness. He didn't feel like he had a problem, except for when Arianna looked at him.
"Kris, are you alright?"
"Nothing. Um, " His hands flickered out and he looked back down at his book, rustling through the pages. "I'm fine. I'm fine." He nodded his head, snapping the book closed and setting it next to him. Arianna was the only one he tried to hid his pain from. It had been months, and he knew she saw it. His struggles with his own mind were only getting harder as he unraveled. He wanted to be better, to go back to the way things were. He wanted them to be happy, they hadn't been for a long time.
"Look," He flipped open his notebook to a specific page, extending it towards Arianna but not letting go. "I was working today. Calculating forces of spells. Wingardium Leviosa." He smiled crookedly, happy with his work, though Arianna wouldn't be able to read it. He forgot she couldn't read his unintelligible secret language. At least it explained all the objects littering the floor.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Dec 25, 2012 22:09:52 GMT -5
For a second, Arianna had thought that for once Curse would say what was wrong. He'd admit that he wasn't feeling well that there was something troubling him but like usual he evaded. He put on a brave smile and brushed her concern aside. Macho man. He'd convinced himself that he needed to be a man and keep everything to himself. Which was bullshit. He needed help but Ari was afraid to push. Forcing someone to get help when they were not ready would be fruitless. She'd done it with her mother countless times and it didn't help. It only worked when her mum had wanted to get better, had admitted she had a problem.
"Look," He flipped open his notebook to a specific page, extending it towards Arianna but not letting go. "I was working today. Calculating forces of spells. Wingardium Leviosa."
A half smile tilted the corner of Ari's lips up as she glanced at the book he offered her. A peace offering of sorts. The idea intrigued her but she hadn't a clue to decipher the scribbling. She was good with codes, ancient langues and runic letters but Curse's short hand had always eluded her. It just wouldn't stick in her mind.
"What does it say?" She asked sitting down on the couch next to him. She glanced at the objects on the floor.
"Calculating the force of spells? What for?"
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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 26, 2012 1:17:56 GMT -5
A light smile faded across Arianna's lips when he handed her the book, and a warmth filled him. He lived for that smile, and lately on rare occasions when he saw it his day was made. Arianna was his reason to keep on going. After all this, his only reason to move through the pain of his turbulent mind was his fiancee waiting for him. "What does it say?"
Oh, of course she couldn't read it. It was in carefully coded parseltongue, he was the only one who could. It was simply second nature to him now; after Mosrael placed her curse on him, the only thoughts or actions that were his were those in parseltongue, a language the Dark Lady didn't understand. "Well, it's a formula. When something's levitated, all that mass doesn't just disappear, so it calculates the the pressures that must be pushing it into the air, and how those could happen invisibly." He shrugged. It was his musing; with his mind free of distractions, he had to find something.
"Calculating the force of spells? What for?"
"Because I need something." He put his head in his hands, collapsing into himself on the couch. "I don't do anything here, you and Alex watch me like I'm a child." A rare moment of clarity for Curse broke through. He was unaware of most of his actions of recent, but every now and then he would break through. It was then, though, that he was at his most petulant; he was being kept in his apartment for, as far as he could see, no reason at all. "Alex confiscated my potions ingredients, I'm not allowed to go to work, and neither of you let me out of your sight. What am I supposed to do with myself?"
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Dec 31, 2012 16:15:38 GMT -5
She hadn't meant to upset him, to break the fragile peace that had formed between them. Like ice, the fragile bridge between them shattered, a few stray shards pierced Ari's heart. She wished she could take all of his pain and troubles away. Despite having magical abilities it just didn't work that way. Magic was not like what the muggles had thought, with their silly notions of potions that cured anything in seconds and spells that instantaneously solved every problem.
"Alex confiscated my potions ingredients, I'm not allowed to go to work, and neither of you let me out of your sight. What am I supposed to do with myself?"
Arianna placed her hand on his lower back and rubbed gently. He was right of course. They were hovering but they were worried. He just wasn't aware of what he did when his demons took control. Curse disappeared and something else took control of his body. It was frightening. Keeping him inside of his apartment was the only solution they could think of until he healed because he refused to go to St. Mungo's.
"Heal. I know it's frustrating but when you are better you can do all the things you use to do and more." She didn't know what else to say or do. Curse was stuck, broken and trying to piece himself back together. It seemed that the more his life fell apart the more hers flourished. She'd just gotten the news that she was to head a expedition in Italy to work side by side with muggle archaeologists to recover magical artifacts that had been discovered alongside muggle remains. It was an amazing opportunity. Guilt rushed through Ari. She longed to go but she was loath to leave Curse behind. She would be gone for several months and while she could use magic to travel back and forth it would be difficult because of the partnerships with the muggles.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Jan 8, 2013 2:59:12 GMT -5
"Heal. I know it's frustrating but when you are better you can do all the things you use to do and more."
"But how am I supposed to heal my mind when I'm not allowed to use it?!" He took the book from Arianna's hands, ripping out his notes and throwing them in the air. When he threw them the pages burst into flames, simmering down to cinders when they hit the floor."This is just therapy, Ari. Useless, banal, pointless therapy. I'm going to be like this forever if I don't get to use my mind for something useful. Let me use my talents to help clean up the mess I've made."
He saw not wavering in her face, though, and he stood. "I'm going to sleep." He sighed in frustration, dragging himself to the bedroom and falling into bed.
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Whmp. Thmp. Brrrrrmp.
He had been quiet for hours into the night, but now, he was active. Frantically he moved, pushing everything heavy and big he could find against the windows. He filled the wall with the contents of the bedroom, barricading against the sky. He blocked out any crack of light, stooping on the floor of the barren side of the room, watching with wide eyes.
She was here.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Mar 3, 2013 23:09:35 GMT -5
Arianna flinched as the pages burst into flames. Sometimes, when Curse lost his temper a little frisson of fear went up her spine. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. Not on purpose. But a small part of her wondered if he'd remember who she was when the shattered part of his mind took control. Would her love be enough? Would His?
Before Arianna could try and calm him down he stormed off. Letting out a sigh, Arianna stood up and began to clean. She had to do something. She checked on Curse, noticing that he was asleep. She'd settled into the living room with her work. A map of Italy floating in the air, books of Italian history, culture, and magic open across her lap, a few had fallen onto the floor. She'd fallen asleep while working.
Then she'd heard the sounds. Startled awake, the map was jostled out of the air and floated to the floor. Arianna batted it away, as she struggled to sit up. She caught one old tomb of Italian magic hugging it to her chest. She pulled out her wand with her other hand. She added more light to the room as she tried to figure out the sound. Were they being attacked? Was this Curse's nightmare. No. He was probably just freaking out. Forgetting that she clutched the book to her chest, Arianna padded down the hall, wand at the ready.
"Kris, are you alright?" She called out when she got to his door. Arianna tried the knob, "Kris, Can I come in?"
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