can't lose you [maggie]

[benson james preece]

with great power comes great responsibility. ☒ magdalene benja miller ✐ 447 ✉ n/a

This was not happening, this couldn't possibly be happening right now. Of all the news that Benson could probably receive, the last thing he expected was to hear about his aunt teetering on the edge between life and death. This wasn't going to happen, he wasn't about to lose the only mother he had ever known, Benny simply wouldn't allow something so absurd to happen to him. He would rather Death take him instead, he would rather be the life lost than lose the only person who had ever loved him unconditionally. He shook the thought from his head violently and looked up at the cabin he'd been advised to meet the Order at, desperate to see his aunt, and even more so to see to it that she survived. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he lost Maggie, how he might react if she died and he was left with nothing, it was a terrifying thing to even consider, and he worried that he was doomed for this sort of tragedy... No matter what he did, or where he turned, his life seemed to go up in flames all around him and he didn't know if it was because he himself was a jinx, or if it was because the world had it out for him since birth. Still, he didn't wait a second longer, and he rushed toward the front door and knocked on it three times before it opened and he was greeted by the stench of blood. It was a familiar tang, one that haunted his nightmares, visions of Corvus Flint lying in a pool of crimson, blubbering and telling Benson that it was going to be okay. How? How was it supposed to be okay if he had done this? How were things going to be okay if he lost Aunt Maggie? Truth be told, Benny didn't know if he would survive that, and it wasn't something that he was fond of thinking about either. No, he needed to focus on seeing her now, and hoping that she would be okay, that she would be able to see him become an Auror. If there would even be a world for him to grow up in now that everything had gone to complete shite. "Where is she?" He asked immediately, hardly looking at the man who he breezed past to get to his aunt. "Take me to her. Please." Benny pleaded with him, hardly breathing until they inevitably got closer to where she was being held, his heart breaking at the sight of her looking so pitiful. "Aunt Mags..." He breathed and kneeled beside her, his lower lip trembling.

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[magdalene benja miller]

❝ magdalene benja miller this is not yours to fix alone Maggie had never known so much pain, yet so little all at once. In a wry sort of way, she almost wished she had the ability to thank Ivan for having the good grace to poison her before she was attacked - she was certain that she would have felt a hell of a lot worse if the paralytic agent in whatever he'd dosed the punch with hadn't gone into affect. Small blessings for large miracles. She had been wavering in and out of consciousness since the vampire had attacked her. Miraculously, it didn't appear that there was enough venom in her system to invoke vampirism within her - Maggie knew that she'd much rather die than be bound to any of the awful spawn of Death. She'd fallen into unconsciousness when someone from the party had scooped up her mangled form, coming to only to vomit once she'd been Apparated to safety. She'd woken up once or twice after that, aware that she was in a cabin somewhere. It wasn't an Order safehouse that she recognized... but, did any of those safehouses exist anymore? Did anything exist anymore outside of the four walls of the room she was in? There were other bodies in the room with her as well, laid out on every available surface. Maggie wasn't sure how many there were, but none of it mattered. Whether from the paralysis of the poison or from some other potion she'd been given to stave off the pain of her injuries, she could barely turn her head. Luckily, when she came to the fourth time, she didn't need to move her head - Benny was sitting in front of her, looking sorrowful. "Aunt Mags..." "Hey, kid," Maggie croaked, managing a smile she was sure looked more like a grimace. "You're alive. Good." (tagged)⏤ benson james preece (WORD COUNT)⏤ 300 words (notes)⏤ <3

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