Shelf-Stocker at Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary, Metamorphmagus
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Post by charlie attica simms on Jan 18, 2023 15:42:51 GMT -5
❝ | Cora was alive, and safe, and they were together again.
Charlie hadn't realized the level of relief that she would feel, being reunited with her sister. The other Simms' were unaccounted for - Charlie hadn't been able to get into Hogwarts to inform Clara what had happened, and they hadn't seen anyone else in the family since.
But, Cora was alive, and safe, and that was all that mattered.
Charlie had continued to snoop around what safehouses remained, not as well-equipped as she wanted to go out into the desolate, dreary state the world was now in. Tales of the carnage weren't kept quiet despite it being "stressful" for those being protected by what was left of the Order, and Charlie was well-aware of the fact that vampires roamed the streets, looking for blood at night.
It made her unbelievably angry, knowing that they had free reign of the world. There was no one out there hunting them as far as they knew, no one out there holding them accountable for the horrid, vile things that they were doing at the request of their master. Charlie wanted to be out there in the thick of it... but, they knew better than to act rashly, at least right now.
No sense avenging the world if it was just going to kill her first.
Charlie had been sitting around at one of the safehouses when yet another rescue unit rushed in. They perked up, watching them lug in a body or two.
It wasn't until she realized she recognized not one, but two faces in the group that she perked up.
The cute wizard from the tattoo parlor - Tristram - was there, along with a handful of others. Together, they were toting Ronan, of all people, looking frail and broken. Charlie got to their feet in a flash, though was promptly kept out of the room they took him into. It was several hours before she was let through - by then, Ronan was awake.
"Holy shit, Ro... what happened? I thought you dipped when you stopped showing up to the shop..."
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Owner of Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary, Werewolf
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Post by ronan zhang on Feb 2, 2023 1:34:09 GMT -5
 | tell me once again, I could have been anyone else i want to feel the fire that you kept from me
The first thing that struck Ronan as different was the light. It was odd, how the absence of something so integral could become commonplace if one was deprived of it for long enough. Many such things had faded from the young werewolf’s memory in the months he had spent in that basement. The feeling of a comfortable bed beneath his aching body, the taste of food that was not spoiled, the absence of hunger gnawing at the pit of his stomach. Even the presence of another person at his side. Everything had become faded, like a photograph left out in the sun for too long. An ironic comparison, given his situation, but one he found himself drawing all the same.
He had long since given up trying to discern day from night in the Wolfe dungeon. He did not sleep often, and when he did the rest was fitful. The only thing that marked any passage of time at all were the occasional comings and goings of Damian, and the transformations that hit like clockwork once a month, disturbing his work each time they came. Month after month he had failed, and month after month he’d been faced with the wrath of his captor. While the taste of food had retreated from his recollection, the taste of his own blood was still sharp in his memory. It went like clockwork, each month the same anger hurled his way after yet another transformation, until suddenly it stopped. One potion, one iteration, and more sleepless nights of pure agony than he cared to recount. But he had not transformed. It had been enough for Damian.
Or at least he assumed as much, since the man had stopped coming back. When he’d heard the door scrape open the night before, he had not expected much. Perhaps it was Wolfe, or one of his lackeys being sent to finish him off now that he was no longer useful. What he had not anticipated were the familiar scents of his family surrounding him. He’d honestly thought it was a dream. In all honesty, he had not been certain that salvation was a reality until he blinked his eyes open and found himself in some semblance of a hospital bed, with a very eager Charlie sitting next to him.
“Nice to see you too Charlie,” he rasped in response, and winced at the sound of his own voice. It was hoarse, barely above a whisper as it rattled through his vocal chords. It sounded horrible, and he could only imagine that it matched his appearance, given how shitty he felt. His whole body ached, and a particularly nasty bruise he’d gotten the last time he’d seen Damian still throbbed painfully below his left eye as he spoke. “Damian Wolfe happened. Charlie… I think I did something horrible.”
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Shelf-Stocker at Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary, Metamorphmagus
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Post by charlie attica simms on Feb 15, 2023 14:09:13 GMT -5
❝ | Though Charlie had had plenty of time to examine the extent of Ronan's injuries while he'd been unconscious beside them, they hadn't really noticed how different he was. He was downright skeletal, and various colors of bruises were peppered against his pale skin. Anger coursed through her, though she kept it thinly veiled under the concern written all over her face. That was her default emotion it seemed, especially since all this had happened... but, she knew better than to allow it to cloud the mood of others.Anger wouldn't do anything for Ronan here, not now. They weren't sure what he needed, but negativity wasn't the preferred emotional state for most. For Charlie, it fueled her, made her feel powerful and ambitious. Anger got shit done, in their opinion... but, they weren't so dense as to assume that was the same for the loved ones in their life.Ronan sat up and Charlie instinctively reached to help fluff his pillows behind him, hoping to make him as comfort as he could be, given the circumstances."Nice to see you too, Charlie."His voice was hoarse - he clearly hadn't used it in a while. Still, there was a twinge of amusement in there somewhere, and it made Charlie smile.That smile, however, waned immediately as her friend spoke again."Damian Wolfe happened. Charlie… I think I did something horrible.”That anger was back, and there was no hiding it this time. It didn't surprise her that Damian Wolfe was evil - most Pureblood politicians were."What happened, Ro? What did that bastard make you do?"(tagged)⏤ ronan zhang (WORD COUNT)⏤ 266 words (notes)⏤ <3 |
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Owner of Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary, Werewolf
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Post by ronan zhang on Apr 4, 2023 23:35:59 GMT -5
| tell me once again, I could have been anyone else i want to feel the fire that you kept from me
Of all the people that he would have expected to be by his deathbed, Charlie Simms was just about at the very bottom of his list. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Charlie, quite the opposite. She had proven to be a good friend over the time she’d worked in his shop. She’d understood his peculiar social needs better than most and knew how to steer clear out of his way when his health was on a turn for the worst. But at the end of the day, they were an employee before anything else, and not even a particularly good one at that. Yet somehow here they were, sitting next to them with pure worry written across their face, which was an entirely new expression for Ronan to see on her, and he would rather prefer she went back to being mischievous. He liked it better when it looked like she was about to nick something off of him rather than worry for his life. Though he did appreciate the way they fluffed the pillows behind him as he sat up.
“It’s not so much that he made me do anything,” He was careful as he debated on how to respond. It was an excellent question, what had he truly done? Even now, having experienced the effects of his own creation firsthand, he could not say how it might affect the world around him. It was something that sent fear spiralling to the very depths of his stomach. “It’s more that he pushed me to advance my own research faster than I would have done on my own, and with less regard for my own well being.”
“Charlie… Since I was sixteen years old, I have been looking for a cure for lycanthropy,” He could not meet her eyes as he spoke. It was his life’s work, sure, but it was shameful all the same. He knew he should have made peace with who he was a long time ago, as so many others did. It had first been a need, a desperation to return to the family that had rejected him. Now it had become an obsession. “I did it. Or at least, some version of it. It stops the transformation, sure, but at the expense of the host’s body. I barely survived it myself. And now Wolfe has it, and I don’t know what will happen.”
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