Writer: Azure K Mello
Title: A Bond Never Dies
Part: 14/?
Words: 224
Warnings: Angst. This is me after all.
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He slipped into the Gryffindor tower unnoticed while carrying a near comatose Mr. Potter. Carefully he pulled off James' robes and laid him gently in bed wearing his beaten in jeans. Sighing James rolled over but flinched as he tried to move. Surveying the pale chest in front of him Sirius got scared, James wasn't meant to be *that* pale. He was a consumptive looking boy, you could always see every vein in his body through his translucent skin. But now he had gone from erotically white to a death pallor. He was too still, his chest barely moving. He was covered in bruises burns and cuts. And Sirius was scared. Usually if James lost control Sirius was right at his side ready to calm and soothe him into being fine. But James had been alone for at least ten minutes. The power had fed off his insecurities and pain, strengthening itself to destroy what was readily available: its host. Up and down his arms there appeared to be chemical burns but Sirius knew better, the power had literally been eating its way out of James. Walls pulsated in time with James' pulse and blue sweat poured down his skin, which was cold to the touch. Sirius was really scared. And with one last glance he ran out of the room towards the infirmary.
Title: A Bond Never Dies
Part: 14/?
Words: 224
Warnings: Angst. This is me after all.
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He slipped into the Gryffindor tower unnoticed while carrying a near comatose Mr. Potter. Carefully he pulled off James' robes and laid him gently in bed wearing his beaten in jeans. Sighing James rolled over but flinched as he tried to move. Surveying the pale chest in front of him Sirius got scared, James wasn't meant to be *that* pale. He was a consumptive looking boy, you could always see every vein in his body through his translucent skin. But now he had gone from erotically white to a death pallor. He was too still, his chest barely moving. He was covered in bruises burns and cuts. And Sirius was scared. Usually if James lost control Sirius was right at his side ready to calm and soothe him into being fine. But James had been alone for at least ten minutes. The power had fed off his insecurities and pain, strengthening itself to destroy what was readily available: its host. Up and down his arms there appeared to be chemical burns but Sirius knew better, the power had literally been eating its way out of James. Walls pulsated in time with James' pulse and blue sweat poured down his skin, which was cold to the touch. Sirius was really scared. And with one last glance he ran out of the room towards the infirmary.