Post by sven rorik alvarson on Sept 8, 2013 17:05:00 GMT -5
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IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS
feeling like a freight train
FIRST ONE TO COMPLAIN, LEAVES WITH A BLOODSTAIN
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It was five minutes to midnight, and Swede Sven Alvarson had been pacing the Astronomy tower for half an hour now. Earlier that evening he had sent one of his closest friends an owl, stressing that he needed her help. Niqui Rousseau, Sven felt, was the one person he could turn to who could look at him completely unbiased. Because she had so before.
Sven's first encounter with Niqui at Hogwarts (after she sobered up enough to remember him, that is) was spent in the Slytherin common rooms after she had cleaned her stuff out of Tobias Rookwood's room. She was getting the last of her things, and Sven just so happened to run into her. With a couple of smart comments back and forth, some face and hair pulling, and a good 'hate on Tobias' session later, it was just like they were kids again, sharing everything with each other. Somehow, the topic turned to the darker side of things. Sven still isn't sure how Niqui sensed it, but she did and got Sven to fess up to his self harm. He showed her the cigarette burns that littered his arms, which he hid by countless bracelets and long sleeved shirts. Niqui had been the first person he had told about it. The only person he had told. And instead of running for the hills, with a sad smile Niqui had shown him her own scars. They were in it together. Niqui had told him if Sven ever felt the urges again, that he were to immediately talk to her, and they would sort it out. They would make things better, together.
Sven appreciated Niqui for that, and most of the time he did take her up on that offer. He was glad she was there to talk to, to share the dark recesses of his mind with. The things Sven wouldn't dare burden Odila with, he could turn to Niqui for. The woman meant the world to him.
And here he was again, asking for her favor.
Thankfully, Sven wasn't there to distract his mind from the self harm urges. Most of that had ended when he met the beautiful, love of his life, Alexandra Kaligaris. She took away the guilt from Sven. She made him happy, even if he screwed some things over with her last night... But Sven was here for other reasons. He had had enough pain the previous night to last him for quite some time, harming himself was the very last thing on his mind. Odila's horrid ex-boyfriend, Kass Clausen, had decided to step back into their lives and Sven wasn't about to have any of that. He hit Odila, and sent Niqui to the hospital wing. Kass Clausen had to die.
Unfortunately, Sven's plans of demise were thwarted by a couple of the professors from Durmstrang, who so happened to be walking by. Sven and Nate (Odila's now fiancée) were dangerously close to killing the boy, before Arabella Titiov swooped in and saved his sorry ass. Both of the boys were a bit worse for wear, which is what brought Sven to Niqui today.
In retrospect, Sven realized he could've been a lot less dramatic in his letter to Niqui, but he really didn't want Odila or Sebastien following her. In the fight, Kass got in several good hits on the boy, including snapping his wrist. For the first night, Sven was too damn tired to care about anything hurting, after his talk with Lexa he just crashed. When he woke up sometime earlier this evening, however, he wasn't quite sure the pain was bearable.
Something Sven would never care to admit out loud, but that was certainly true, was that Sven was a complete pansy when it came to broken bones, hospitals, and blood. He could not stand the sight of it. He refused to set foot inside another hospital, clinic, nurses office, you name it. Instead, he would go to Odila to mend his broken bones, scratches, illnesses, or whatever other ailments the boy got himself into. Over the years she had gotten pretty damn good at taking care of the boy, and Sven often told her she needed to go into healing. Which left Odila scoffing at the idea, and mumbling about how they'd never let an inked, werewolf, woman be a Healer.
But Sven couldn't go to Odila for this...
It took him awhile to get the nerve to look at his broken wrist, but when he finally did... Well, he wished he didn't. Even through the mass of bracelets and jewelry, he could tell it was horribly swollen and disfigured, and he would need someone to set it. The Hospital Wing was out of the question; one, they're terrifying. Two, Kass Clausen was in there, and Sven knew if he saw him, he wouldn't hesitate to finish the job. Sven couldn't go to Odila, because she'd have to take off his bracelets, and well... What was underneath those? The shame of his past. So he called for the one person he could trust. Niqui Rousseau.
It was finally midnight, and Sven had stopped pacing and resigned to beating his head on the nearby wall to stop from thinking about his wrist. Which, honestly, wasn't helping. He only hoped Niqui would be here soon...
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DAMN RIGHT I'M A MANIAC
you better watch your back, 'cause I'm fuckin' up your program
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TAG: Belle with Niqui! <3 WORDS: 870
LYRICS: Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff
NOTES: Has a broken and battered Sven. <3
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