Post by VICENTE JORAM MORTELLE V on Dec 4, 2013 15:29:43 GMT -8
Two bottles down and an entire trunk full left to go. Joram found himself sitting in the hallway of the dungeons drowning himself after what felt like an eternity of hard work down the drain. Rod told him to be patient, told him to wait, told him that he was easy to be with and easy to love. Bellatrix needed him, like hell she did. Making time for her, working at a relationship when he already had a perfectly fine on right in front of him. The neglect was becoming too much and that was that. Rod was a free man, free from the grasp of someone who actually gave two shits about his well being. Free from the daily life of having someone to lean on, someone to trust, all for a woman he was being forced into marriage with. Pulling the bottle to his lips a few bubbles later, Joram found himself tossing the third bottle to the side.
Rod complained that everyone was pulling him in different directions, what Joram didn't get was how? Nobody was pulling, there were no strings ripping him to pieces. Rodolphus Lestrange was letting himself pull himself apart and that was that. Slipping off the top of his trunk, Joram pulled out a bottle of tequila and started off with the top tier. Climbing back on top of the black leather box he curled his knees up to his chest and tilted his head back. Maybe he should have pulled out another bottle, or six. Alone. Letting the darkness close in on his mind, all Joram could think about were the words that Rodolphus was screaming at him.
"I'm not pretending! I will never pretend anything. I am an honest man and God damnit. I love you but you make it so hard to do the right thing. She needs me in ways you don't. You just need my attention. She needs support! She needs a family! We don't have that like you do. We don't get the privileges of choice like you do. You may hate your father, but at least he loves you. We don't get that and if I don't step up and care for her, who does?"
There was a quick burst of thought from Joram as he stared up at Rodolphus in disbelief. "Fine." Slowly the Hufflepuff boy moved across the room and started throwing things into his trunk and lugged it toward the door.
What more did he expect as Rod shook his head and muttered the same word back to him and left the room. Joram didn't need to take that, he needed Rod more than had needed anyone else in the world and apparently now it was over. Tears started to form in his eyes and that was how he ended where he was sitting now. In the dungeon hallway, half-drunk and needing more, in a sobbing hysterical mess.
Joram couldn't help but feel furious about the words Rod spoke to him. A small laugh just escaped his lips, apparently all Jor needed was attention. That was it, he didn't need support, love, anything. Maybe Rod was right about his dad, but so what. Carefully Joram brought the back of his hand to his eyes and threw the half empty bottle at the wall in front of him only for it to shatter into pieces. He needed something more, something bigger, something that would fuck him up beyond all belief, but he didn't have it in him right now to go searching. He couldn't show up to his distributor in this state. Pulling his knees close to his chest, Joram just kept his head down, wrapped his arms over his knees and tried to keep the heavy sobs to a minimum which was difficult considering the sound echoed off the bare walls.