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wook77Title: Downward Spiral
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Pairing:: Dean/Seamus
Rating: G
100quills prompt: 004. Winter
Warnings: Canon compliant through DH. Pre-Epilogue.
Wordcount: ~500 words
Summary: letters and healing.
A/N: set in the Memories as a Teacupverse. Pre-MaaTC.
Seamus wakes and he can't quite believe it. He's failed. Again. Rubbing his hand against the stubble that could almost be termed a beard, Seamus curses and mutters. The rasp of the stubble against his hand is more than confirmation enough that he's still alive.
He's slow to open his eyes as he listens to the owl tap at the window. Each tap is like a nail into his coffin as he listens to it, poking into his brain and making the pain even worse. After hours of listening to the pounding (all right, it's more like thirty seconds), he can't take it any further and opens the window, snatches the letter and then gestures for the owl to fly right back out. It does with an indignant hoot.
Without even looking at the letter, he tosses it on the table with the hundreds of others. It's not like he uses the table to actually eat just like it's not like he actually reads any of the letters.
The next letter catches as he's opening the bottle. The same owl from the other morning taps on his window and, if even possible, glares at him. He opens the window, suffers the peck on his hand and snatches the letter. As he tosses it towards the table, the owl flies and snatches it before flapping in his face. He grabs the letter once more and tosses it again. Another peck and then the owl fetches the letter.
Giving in, Seamus opens it.
By the time he looks up from the letter, the owl is gone and the cold, winter air invades his flat. He tosses the letter on the table on top of the rest and, leaving the window open, goes to bed, curling around Dean's pillow.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought
Author:
wook77Pairing:: Dean/Seamus
Rating: G
100quills prompt: 004. Winter
Warnings: Canon compliant through DH. Pre-Epilogue.
Wordcount: ~500 words
Summary: letters and healing.
A/N: set in the Memories as a Teacupverse. Pre-MaaTC.
Dear Seamus,
I think you need to get help. If not with me, with someone else. Please.
Please.
Your friend,
Parvati
Seamus wakes and he can't quite believe it. He's failed. Again. Rubbing his hand against the stubble that could almost be termed a beard, Seamus curses and mutters. The rasp of the stubble against his hand is more than confirmation enough that he's still alive.
He's slow to open his eyes as he listens to the owl tap at the window. Each tap is like a nail into his coffin as he listens to it, poking into his brain and making the pain even worse. After hours of listening to the pounding (all right, it's more like thirty seconds), he can't take it any further and opens the window, snatches the letter and then gestures for the owl to fly right back out. It does with an indignant hoot.
Without even looking at the letter, he tosses it on the table with the hundreds of others. It's not like he uses the table to actually eat just like it's not like he actually reads any of the letters.
Dear Dean,
The Carrows have got really bad, mate. Like really bad. They beat Neville near to death. Only thing that saved him was that ponce, Malfoy, walking into the classroom.
I miss you. I know it's a girl thing to say but I don't care. I keep turning to say something to you but you're not here.
I really think this plan is rubbish. I should be there with you, wherever you are. I think this is a really really rubbish plan. You're out there doing god knows what and I'm stuck here dodging fists.
I miss you. Be safe. And, since you aren't ever going to see this letter, I need you to come back so don't you dare fucking die. I need you too much. Don't you dare fucking die on me.LoveYours,
Seamus
The next letter catches as he's opening the bottle. The same owl from the other morning taps on his window and, if even possible, glares at him. He opens the window, suffers the peck on his hand and snatches the letter. As he tosses it towards the table, the owl flies and snatches it before flapping in his face. He grabs the letter once more and tosses it again. Another peck and then the owl fetches the letter.
Giving in, Seamus opens it.
Dear Seamus,
Pulling back isn't the answer. We all miss him though, of course, not to the extent that you do. Please, find someone to talk to. I'm here. We're all here when you're ready.
I'm here, please talk to me.
Love,
Parvati
By the time he looks up from the letter, the owl is gone and the cold, winter air invades his flat. He tosses the letter on the table on top of the rest and, leaving the window open, goes to bed, curling around Dean's pillow.
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Date: 2008-12-08 09:44 am (UTC)thank goodness i know how it ends!
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Date: 2008-12-15 04:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-08 12:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 04:44 am (UTC)I can't see Seamus coping well and a cold flat will just seemed to fit.
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Date: 2008-12-08 05:37 pm (UTC)I hadn't read a Dean/Seamus fic in agess *is ashamed of self*
:( aww Poor Seamus!
i liked his letter to Dean ^_^
*throws love at you*
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Date: 2008-12-15 04:46 am (UTC)*is showered in love*
<3
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Date: 2008-12-09 08:21 pm (UTC)I'm glad the story doesn't end here.
*is relieved*
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Date: 2008-12-15 04:47 am (UTC)<3 you so much (also - happy birthday!!!)
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Date: 2008-12-15 03:50 am (UTC)Seamus' letter to Dean is perfection - sad and frustrated and scared, all wrapped together.
I'm really glad we already know how this ends!
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Date: 2008-12-15 04:48 am (UTC)<3 definitely!!!!