prompts; scared
pairing; hugolouis
warnings;
summary; what would it take for everything to be quiet? quiet like the snow?
SILENCE IS LOUDER THAN THUNDER
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what would it take for everything to be quiet? quiet like the snow?
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Noises - screams echoing off loud walls - a fervor of thumps, hexes, curses - what is going on?
Look at yourself, your mind tells you, twisting into the cold tone of the guys at school - of Eric Nott, Merlin, he hates you- hates who you are. Sixteen years old, and you're hiding in your room. "Fuckin' poof, indeed." Maybe he's right. If your mind agrees with 'Dad' - no, Ron- and Eric and his cronies, maybe he's right.
{trembling} Fingers pick up a quill, a piece of parchment as well. Darling Louis, you stumble out the words, slightly jagged, and the tail of the 'g' is cut off, darting out to the side. I told them - told them I was gay.The last word is slightly illegible, crudely written. Can you blame him? They don't know about you - you and me, that is. I don't know if they'd take that as well as they did.
Dad didn't react well, love. He writes. Him and Mum are arguing... There are hexes being thrown, insults exchanged. You try not to let Louis know you're scared. I just want it to stop... What would it take for that, though, love? Your fingers twitch, you can hear them screaming. It's as bad as when Rose told him about Scorpius, but worse.
You thinks you hears 'mudblood'. Everything's suddenly quiet. The door slams shut - you can see Dad storming out. Muffled sobs come from downstairs. I shouldn't have asked. You're scared, aren't you? Mum never cries. She's too strong, too invincible.
Love, I have to go. Write back soon, forever yours, Hugo.
You stand up, as if to walk down and comfort Mum. You send off Apollo {Apollo, a revered Greek god at the time, wasn't he bisexual?}with the letter, your knees suddenly weak. You stumble down the hall, down the stairs, at the doorway to the living room.
There's shattered glass on the floor, results of curses, hexes, jinxes covering the once pristine room. A picture frame that had a picture of him is shattered on the floor. But that isn't the worst. Mum is crumpled up on the floor, sobs choking her up. Her hair is a mess, the usual bun fallen out, unkempt and frizzy. Her wand is in one hand, the other trying to cover her face. It's not working.
Your resolve breaks. Your knees give out and you fall to the floor, fall to your knees, as if to pray. But God can't - wont - help you now. {Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable. - Leviticus 18:22} You choke up on your words of comfort, what you intended to tell your Mum. Your mind goes blank, our vision goes blurry.
You think you started crying sometime in the eternity of silence between when you came down he stairs and now {darling, it's been only a few moments, but it feels as if you'd gone through hell and back in those moments, so you can't really tell.} Rose comes home eventually {half an hour}, opening the door. You think both women come to you, rubbing your back, but you can't honestly be bothered to check.
Sometime, between then and now {an hour.. tick.. tick..} your tears run out and you stumble up. Your feet go on autopilot as you make your way up the stairs {23, last time you counted} and fall into your bed.
Apollo's back, with a letter from Louis.
Hugo, I'll be there tonight. Leave the window open, love. I'll help you fix this. Forever yours, Louis.
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just find your way, into my heart
