Post by MIKAEL ERIXON on Jun 25, 2014 18:35:06 GMT -8
Mikael found himself wishing that Quidditch had been the cause. On one hand he did have a handful of scars; including a slice across his scalp, right above his ear where his own broom had whacked him as a first year, that was caused on the pitch. But this one, the one that lived on, glowing its silvery tone each and every day, was a constant reminder. Of all that he had lost and in that same breath, all that he was still fighting for. Now again he had family worth fighting for and he had Atlanta too. She had finally taken his compliment and he was happy about that.
Atlanta had been the first and only person he had ever told about his scar, apart from the family who knew of course. It had taken him years to trust anyone with the information and while he only had really just met Integra, she was family and he could really use someone like Kat. Someone he could trust, someone to talk to. More so than any friend. Her touch felt cool to the scar that always seemed burning hot, and watched as her eyes opened with amazement, even noticing one of her supposedly many scar cutting across her eyebrow. He spoke as she still held her hand on the scar. “It’s a bit of a long story, but I don’t mind.” He took a deep breath, feeling her presence in the room with them. He smiled softly but it faded away as he began his tale.
“My sister…your cousin…Kat. She was murdered, I was just a boy but intruders broke into the house. She told me to run so I did, one of the men struck out at me and stabbed with his knife.” He placed his hands over hers and showed her the jagged edges of his scar. “I kept running, running until I ran into my mother’s brother. We both went back and found my sister” He paused, he didn’t want to cry. He had spent his whole life crying over that night, here and now it was an explanation, not a reason to cry. “She was dead. Killing curse.” He found her eyes and nodded. It was a constant reminder, it was a sad tale but it was his life and he was almost use to it at this point.
Atlanta had been the first and only person he had ever told about his scar, apart from the family who knew of course. It had taken him years to trust anyone with the information and while he only had really just met Integra, she was family and he could really use someone like Kat. Someone he could trust, someone to talk to. More so than any friend. Her touch felt cool to the scar that always seemed burning hot, and watched as her eyes opened with amazement, even noticing one of her supposedly many scar cutting across her eyebrow. He spoke as she still held her hand on the scar. “It’s a bit of a long story, but I don’t mind.” He took a deep breath, feeling her presence in the room with them. He smiled softly but it faded away as he began his tale.
“My sister…your cousin…Kat. She was murdered, I was just a boy but intruders broke into the house. She told me to run so I did, one of the men struck out at me and stabbed with his knife.” He placed his hands over hers and showed her the jagged edges of his scar. “I kept running, running until I ran into my mother’s brother. We both went back and found my sister” He paused, he didn’t want to cry. He had spent his whole life crying over that night, here and now it was an explanation, not a reason to cry. “She was dead. Killing curse.” He found her eyes and nodded. It was a constant reminder, it was a sad tale but it was his life and he was almost use to it at this point.