``IGNORANCE IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND// vince, sethos

[lucyw]

DONT WANNA HEAR YOUR SAD SONG

DON'T WANNA FEEL YOUR PAIN

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His name was Sethos, and Lucy had had enough. Now the mental attacks had become physical, and she needed to end it, fast. How she could possibly even dream of attempting to do this was beyond most minds, but they hadn't experienced like she had. In fact, she'd countered, Sethos seemed to love the Weasley family, he'd mentally abused her (although now, the scars on her chest proved he'd gone to physical violence with her), and kidnapped Hugo and Roula. Roula wasn't a Weasley, but she was practically family.

Sethos. What a horrible name, for a horrible person. She hated him, loathed him, detested him. But that was one thing she had to bottle up; who could she turn to? She couldn't talk to Roula about him. She always ran away, and Hugo and Vince ... Well, Hugo had his own problems with that freak, and she couldn't bring herself to inflict it on Vince. She wasn't heartless, and she did adknowledge he had problems of his own. Maybe they weren't as extreme as her own, but they were problems, problems she couldn't make worse by moaning to him. Although she didn't talk to him. It would open another can of worms and soon get too messy, and ... the thought made her shudder.

She needed to end it. That night. That night it would all end and she would have a clear mind, and not have to worry about waking up in a grubby building, with health concerns, flickering lights, being strapped to a harness, rings sticking out of her chest. Oh, that night had been horrific. Mainly, for one reason, and not her own pain. He, Jack, Sethos, whoever, had put someone posing as Vince, had been caught in a reverse-bear trap. He had been on a telly screen, as a clock ticked. She had five minutes to get out. He'd made it 'easier' for her. Choose, he'd said, who dies, you, or Vince? And she'd chosen herself before she could stop herself. Before she even thought about the question properly. And Vince, or the poor boy on the screen, had died instantly. She'd had to, after that, pull the rings right from her chest. It had stung like a bitch. So much, the minute she'd got outside, she'd fainted, and someone, lord knows who, had picked her up, put her in hospital. That's when her mind started plotting revenge. She took back her words to Vince. She didn't care if she got hurt. She needed to see Sethos hurt. This, for her, was impossible, but she needed to try.

It was seven pm on a Saturday, dusk was settling in on the castle, and Lucy had only her clothes upon her back, and a wand in her hand, as she gave one final parting glance to her Common Room, and left the room. She looked around the deserted hall, and whispered his name. "Vince? Vince... are you ready?" After finding him, she nodded, and they left the castle together. She couldn't recall if they'd chatted or not. She probably didn't even give ledgible answers, she was too strung up and the fact she wanted to hurt the man they were visiting so badly it literally hurt in the pit of her stomach.

The method of transport was lost on her too, all she could recall was being in Hogsmaede one second, and standing outside the building of Azkaban the next. She took a quick glance to Vince, and sighed. "Vince, I love you. I want you to - fuck it, I need you to know I do, okay? But ... what's about to happen in here ..."

[/color] She almost growled and gritted her teeth. "...It's ... it's personal. It'll get ugly ..." she left it at that and turned away, walking into the building. Her feet took her and her boyfriend where she needed to go, and as she remembered to round the final corner, there he was, sitting in his cell. His face white like a ghost, his lips red and smeared, his demeanor terrifying. She never thought she would have to see his face again. She breathed one word, outrage, shock and anger in her once calm voice:

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IGNORANCE IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND
IGNORANCE IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND

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[aems]

I WILL NEVER LET YOU FALL

The past while had passed in a blur, uneven sure of exactly what was going on, the only thing he had gotten out of the past hours was that Lucy was somehow in trouble... or threatened... or... confused... or... something. She needed his help, that's all he had gotten out of it. And that's all he needed to drag him anywhere. Even on the way here he had been confused, trying to read through the complex makeup of her face and the few random splutters of words, all he had was a general feeling of what was going on; the details falling into the cracks in conversations and the gaps in between her reactions. So much had been learned, and so much had been missed over the last hours, it was hard to piece together. Traveling around in a small state of shock, all he kept telling himself is 'she is messed up, and needs help'. Now: one thing to be clear; he didn't mean this in any offensive context... it was more in the way that Vince had just learned a lot about his official girlfriend, and found that she had more issues to top his own. Whether these were presented in a coherent manner... well, lets just say if they were, he did not hear them as such. And again, all she needed was his help, even if it was as simple as just his presence. He was more than willing to offer it. Regardless the issue, he knew the importance of having support. It was the difference between falling, and being lifted back up. He planned to offer a hand. That is, if he could stay on his own feet.

The shock that traveled through him as they arrived at their destination (one of those details that had fallen through the cracks), was even a little much for his protective care he had hovering over Lucy. Azakaban. The one place he had been LEAST expecting. He looked up at the castle, darkness crawling over the edges as the last bit of daylight began to pass. He turned, staring at her. Not even sure if he fully heard everything she said, he just... stared. "Lucy... I- yeah, I love you too- b-but what on earth is going on?" Needing some sort of explanation, his tone took on a desperate tone, blown away by the complete unexpected-ness of the situation. "I need... something. It can be a quick explanation, i don't care! Just tell me something!" Vince spoke quickly, freaked out as she began to walk away. He followed behind her, not breaking the small silence that began to stretch between them.

Cells passed as he followed her, barely a step behind her. Frankly, he was a little freaked out. Not exactly a... sobbing date type thing where he held her as she cried. That was what he had more been expecting. Maybe her hitting him, or... well, something. Something along the, well, normal lines of boyfriend- girlfriend dependence. But he guessed that was never her style. Still, a field trip to Azakaban was not exactly well... common. Let alone normal.

He shivered, cold, as the guards stared him down; turning down corridor by corridor, until finally Lucy slowed as they turned around yet another corner. She stopped in front of a cell and Vince peered through the bars to the man perched in his 'room'. If you could call it that. The cell had turned the once-a-man into a horrifying scene. Pale white as a ghost, he sat, lips blood red and smeared. Frowning, Vince stared at the man, until a voice, as unfamiliar as a foreign moon, broke the silence, causing him to jump. "You." That one word, full of hate, outrage, anger, all of the negative emotions combined, came from his calm and loving Lucy.

His own shock of that one fact brought his eyes away from the man's face to her eyes, searching for the girl he knew and the innocent person he had fallen in love with. What had caused this shaking hatred-filled voice? Staring into the depths of her eyes, regardless of whether or not she was meeting his, he could not read the cause of this outrage. The only thing he could read in her tear blurred pages was that it had something to do with him. His confusion turned to protective rage, eyes glaring down at the pale man sitting in the cell. There was a reason he was in here, and it was time he found out. "Who are you?"



Tags: Lucy + Sethos peoples?!
Notes: Wow!! I had muse!! ^^ still kinda sucks though...hm... must be tired ;P
Words: Who actually cares enough to count? Not me tonight!!

ILL STAND UP WITH YOU FOREVER