Gentil Warts In Women

[Beauxbatons rpg] [independent Drabble]



Title: Marks on the back.


Fandom: Beauxbatons RPG Characters


: Tiana Brennan


Rating: PG13 Warnings


: Drugs. Thumbnail sketch of abuse. Psychosis.

N / A
: I know that murderers are going to have instincts to Brice. But think if you are under the influence of certain substances. Also, I have to say that has killed me write this.

Words: 1204




stretched the boy's hand and gave him a drag on his peta, laughing out loud while felt a hand slipping under his clothes. He walked around his neck and kissed him deeply. He did not mind being in the middle of a park at two in the morning, alone. Neither care about the horrible smell given off peta smoke. Only cared about him. -Brice funny ... "he whispered, when he left her to take another puff.
The mouth of the boy struck his neck, and she craned her head back to let more accessibility. At that situación, su vista se perdía en el cielo. Las estrellas parecían bailarle sobre la cabeza. No pudo evitar volver a reírse mientras una de sus manos se metía en el bolsillo trasero del pantalón del chico. -Tienes ganas de jugar, ¿eh, Tiana?
La voz del chico sonaba grave en su oído. O a lo mejor sólo era sensación suya. Pero estaba segura de que la mano de Brice tanteando su vientre hacia su sujetador era real. Y, extrañamente, le hacía sentirse demasiado bien teniendo en cuenta dónde estaban y el peligro que tenía hacer aquello allí en medio.
-Sabes que siempre las tengo. Él se separó levemente de ella y dió otra calada. Tiana seized the moment to steal a kiss just as the peta left the boy's mouth. The kiss was well received, yet the flavor of the herb in the mouth of the boy. Who would tell her that it would end that way?
Brice wore with more than half a year. I had known him early in his long journey alone. Because he had decided to take a year to know every corner of France, and when he knew he would go to the UK. Their two countries. And they would travel to the Muggle method, because traveling by magical means was boring.
Brice was a Muggle, in fact. He knew nothing about it and magic. Tiana used have her wand tucked at the bottom of his backpack, his only luggage. It was big, had a sleeping bag attached and was delighted to enter twice the things that went into a normal backpack. Brice always wondered how he could keep the amount of accessories, souvenirs and clothes that looked save. She said it was a matter of organization.
They met at Lyon. Brice was not even there, was doing something similar to it. At first they were just friends that get along. Brice smoked, smoked quite often, and all that could be smoked. Tiana is not used to smoke, although he had a night in which I had accompanied him throughout. Depended on how he was caught the day. That day, in particular, had followed only the odd peta.
But from the first had noticed how strong they were.
- Are you sure it's good? "He asked, to give it another puff. "Do not be heavy, enjoy the moment. Brice

silenced her with another kiss, a little more power than before. Along the way he went, he would end up doing anything behind some bushes. But Tiana at that stage gave him all the same.

was allowed to drag the boy down on the grass. Brice peta ended with a couple of puffs and put it out, before kissing her and start up his shirt, with clear intentions to remove his head. Tiana, followed by the game, broke the kiss and let him take out the shirt, which was lying on the grass beside him. He smiled as he watched the boy's red eyes.

But something in them frightened him.

- Brice ...?

Suddenly, without her wait, Brice hardened his expression and his hand stamped with almost flew to her cheek. Tiana was so mean that he thought he might die before you move again. Her eyes watered instantly, with the silhouette of Brice blurred his sight. He rose, pulling her with violence. Once she was also standing, push, making it hit a tree.

"You're a bitch. Tiana

hugged herself, not believing what was happening. Why was he so suddenly? He had never behaved in this fashion? It was as if ... as if it were another. Violent. With a look that far away from the boy she liked. He tried to slip, bending down to pick up your shirt. Did not push for Brice, who made it onto the floor.

-Brice, please ... "she sobbed, holding her camiseta." Please me, Tiana ...

He seemed not to hear. Crawled on the grass to move away from the boy, and when he again approached Tiana kicked with all the forces that were possible at that time. Brice took advantage of stopping to rub the spot where she had been beaten and pulled out the wand.

Just seconds later, Brice was lying on the grass. And Tiana could not stop mourn. Trembling so hard that seizures were almost what I had. Cheek still hurt, and I was sure that would be red. The back end stung, probably through a scratch produced by the blow against the tree. Was hugging herself, without getting the shirt yet. He groped his pants pocket and took the phone.
Granvelle
-Park. Brice Giroux. Unconscious.

not even let the girl he had treated him ask questions. He hung up, wishing they were sufficient data to any ambulance take him away and that girl would have understood between her sobs.

And ran.




A couple of days later went to hospital where he had called to take charge of Brice. He would not go to the boy's room, despite being told the number as soon as she said it was his sister. Just wondered what had happened. Doctors say the things he had told them, was a psychotic break.

A psychotic episode caused by what he was smoking that night. From what they were smoking that night.

closed his eyes, trying to control the tears. It could have happened to her. Could have been worse. He noticed the nurse's hand gently stroking his own hand, leaning on his arm in an attempt to hug herself.

just then decided he would never smoke, nor continue with this trip I had managed to make her well.




Barely a week later, he was at home. That year start a career. Be forgotten that Brice had existed, would you feel good, maybe find someone. Resume contact with her best friend, Denise. That she can tell him what had happened, maybe not. He did not feel proud of anything.

just wanted to think that that never happened, and remove that feeling of emptiness and fear in his stomach. But above all, wanted to forget the marks at the time covering his back, as a reminder of what had caused his night of rebellion.