the fear of losing this [corvus]

[benson james preece]

with great power comes great responsibility. ☒ corvus alexandre flint ✐ 625 ✉ n/a

Everything was so cold, and the world that he had once known had come crashing down all around him in an instant. Benson didn’t know what to do with that; he didn’t know how to move forward or how to cope with the fact that everything had changed in the blink of an eye. It was terrifying to think about, but he knew that he had to be strong, he knew that he had to be the one to do something before they ended up in a universe where the sky was always dark and no one ever smiled again. Had this been what it was like for Harry Potter? Was this what things had come to all those years ago, was the sky so gloomy and the world so destitute? Benson didn’t know what was more terrifying, that or the fact that the fate of the world rested heavily on his shoulders. He swallowed thickly and shook his head, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he tried to think about what to do, what to say to people when he walked around this stupid safe house… He wasn’t a motivational speaker, not at all, he he wasn’t anyone’s superhero. Benson was just a kid. Still, there were some things worth fighting for, there were people that he needed to do the right thing for, important people that he needed to change the world for. Corvus and Aunt Maggie. The world didn’t deserve them, not the way that it was right now, but Benson was determined to be their superhero, he would do whatever he could for them, and not a single soul mattered aside from that. It would be hard, it would be tragic, but if it was what he was meant to do, then so be it. Now that his aunt was a little more stable, it meant that Benny had a little more time to spare to glue himself to Corvus’s side, and after Ransom’s impromptu visit, he knew that the older wizard needed it badly. There wasn’t much that they could do during the end of the world, especially since this war of epic proportions had reached the Muggles, but Benson would do what he could with a little magic and a stealthy trip to a nearby convenience market. It wasn’t much, and he would spend the rest of his life making up for it if he got the chance, but Benny knew that the distraction from his inner turmoil would be welcomed by Corvus. He set up a makeshift picnic, with a slightly frayed blanket from his bed, and made a small arrangement of the treats he’d managed to pick up. It would hopefully bring a smile back to Corvus’s face. He took the older boy’s hands, holding them gently as he led him to where he had set up their indoor picnic. It was a risk, sneaking out and bringing Corvus out of his makeshift hospital room, but Benny couldn’t stand the sterile nature and the scent of blood, plus he was more than certain that the older boy wanted a break from it, too. “Don’t you dare open your eyes yet,” Benson said sternly, cracking a half smile. “I worked really hard on this, and we’re almost there.” He chuckled a little before he stopped in front of the blanket and turned to look at Corvus, unable to help the smile that made its way onto his face. The Slytherin boy had always been beautiful, something that Benny had been jealous of (and intrigued by) from the minute they met, but that had only grown deeper and stronger as they had gotten older. He squeezed Cor’s hands and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Open your eyes, love.”

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

[corvus alexandre flint]

CORVUS ALEXANDRE FLINT embers ★

there's an amount to take, reasons to take more        it's no big surprise you turned out this way  Corvus did not leave his hospital room very often. One could hardly call it a room at this point, since he’d been moved once it was determined that he was no longer physically at risk of keeling over at any given second, and his new area was really more of a curtained off cot in a larger hall full of sick and dying Order members that had not made it out of the initial battle unscathed. He was well enough now that they could afford to have him there, and yet for some stupid reason they had decided that they did not trust him not to off himself enough to let him go entirely. Frankly he didn’t see the point. Every day there were more and more innocent people piling into the makeshift infirmaries across London and they needed the space more than he did. Plus there was the added benefit that if he did choose to off himself, they would have one less member of their enemy to deal with. Yet annoyingly, his logic had not convinced any of the Healers who had tried to attend to him, nor had it impressed Benny all that much either. So when Benny had told him that they would be sneaking out that night, he had not been quite sure how to feel. On one hand, he was thrilled to be getting out of that room. The smell of blood was overwhelming, and he was so sick of the sounds of other people breathing around him. On the other, it was a little scary. As much as he hated the place, it was something of a sanctuary now. It was somewhere where he had been safe from everything, himself included. Even being moved after Ransom had stopped in that one time unexpectedly had helped in ways he had not anticipated. But for Benny, and all he’d done for him, he would put up with anything, including this stupid blindfold. “I swear, Preece, if you let me trip I will literally never forgive you,” he grumbled, though they both knew that it was an empty threat. There was nothing Benny could do that he would not forgive him for. Even as he pulled off the blindfold and blinked his eyes, the sight of the other boy grinning made his heart flutter just a little in his chest. “What am I looking at?” TAGS: benson james preece  WORDS: 399